fat priests become the purulent flux of the church
disfigured, desecrated, spitten upon the cross
we hate this god before whom the pauper kneel
steel our heart, steel our soul i

the_blood_on_my_hands

blood
you open the door
to
into the bride's room
it's
the secret it's decay
born
from fleshe's deepest need

rose upon my altar - i¦m the ro

shades_of_pictures_in_grey

lonesome under stars tent
walks through the silent hour
boy wakes out of weird dreams
his face decaying it seems

crazed woman with open hair
in the window sta

requiem

near autumn walls I'm seeking shadows
dark fears - an anthem of this time
damnation - the dreamers heart
overflown with purple red
melancholia of a dying world
follo

noohoorsh

this is the story of a king called Sardon, who ruled over a land called
Usketnan long time before our history. at the beginning of our story you
can find yourself in the inner sanctum

in_nomine

a hell of self caused pain
lewd paints harass me
no heart was ever caught and cursed
in such venial lust

decay of dreammade fear
overflows my tired heart

of_vision_and_mental_derangement

Lies And Vice Burn My Head In Obscure Rooms
Rush Of Womans' Robe Turns Me To Stone
In The Door The Nightly Silhuette
Upon My Head A Rising Shade Of Death

I Sank Wit

shadowfields

within dead hearts
a bleeding face of pain
one voice sounds
sobing with horror that grows
expired, unsure and sweet
doing prayers with decaying souls
a miserab

hear_evil,_speak_evil,_do_evil