1. The Heretic Queen of Autumns Fall from Grace

 

Her witchcraft and her fall from grace

What dark in me I conjure thee

By countless years in the darkness

Queen of night I invoke thy nascent

 

Cast out of heaven

With wings clipped from the ether sky

Hurling in almighty descent

In breathtaking crash

 

The heavenly father she does spite

Who sits high on his palatial throne

Prisoners to his reign of tyranny

Heaven’s fugitive my heretic queen

To kneel upon his throne of monarchy

To be his fool, she opposes with high pride

For she is the mortal sinner lust

Seductive beauty, archangelic rape

 

(A slave to a tyrant she shall not be)

 

Nothing will dissever my soul from hers

Divine, our love transcends by far above all

Entwined by marriage unity of twain

Mother Earth who woos her Knight the heaven

 

Attack!…

 

Our adamantine chains we hath forged together

Cleaved by the blacksmith with heated iron

Unleash thy Autumn rage of deathly blight!

Shed her leaves to strow the plains in red slaughter

 

My beloved lets regain our native seat

Let chaos be wrung throughout Heaven’s azure

Carving murder on Heaven’s blood spattered gates

Its mighty towers rushing to asunder

 

The equilibrium made unstable

Stirring powers shaking the sky’s blue expanse

Distending the air blotting the suns rays

Presentiments, prophecy’s of evil

 

His throne which stands on the ethereal mould

Which grows golden rich ambrosial trees

That rise high, majestic Atlas shoulders

Which bear lush luscious fruits of nectarious flowers

 

Pollute its virgin soil with thy whoredom

Gorge upon its fruits with impious hunger

Seeds that sluiced from her womb with excess

Spilling forth in blood, deep in heaven’s bowels

 

Destroy!…

 

Our adamantine chains we hath forged together

Cleaved by the blacksmith with heated iron

Unleash thy Autumn rage of deathly blight!

Shed her leaves to strow the plains in red slaughter

 

My beloved lets regain our native seat

Let chaos be wrung throughout Heaven’s azure

Carving murder on Heaven’s blood spattered gates

Its mighty towers rushing to asunder

 

Born from her filth, rise from heaven’s womb

Birthing monsters of her fornications

Sprouting from the distorted seeds

Depraved heads tearing through the fetus

 

Their faces raised toward heavens obscured sky

Zealous rage mustering vast thunderheads

Darkness round which now resides heaven

Beclouding heavens Sire glorious throne

 

His own invented perverted torments

Horrid black tartarean fires

That wrought among his golden haired angels

Now requite his infernal tortures against him!

 

He who sits pomp with blasting hymns

Imposing forced ceremony

With strict subjection of worship

Eternal humble servile

 

What honor to stand in his presence?

A tribute of forced hallelujah

To kiss his phallus; whom she hates

Freedom in hell than to serve him

 

Yet again a glorious epic war

One glance at her red eyes draws death still as night

Time to wreak vengeance on those we hate

Sixfold rage unpitied, unreprieved

Our legions writhe the realm of night far and wide

To riven the firmament of heaven

With blackest resurrection to confound

The enemy in impendent horrid fall

  

Disenthroned, the king of Heaven

Regaining our absolute sole right

Ascendancy as Queen and King

Imparadised as sovereign rule

 

2. She Falls in a Sunset of Luciferian Fire

 

[Instrumental]

 

 

3. Secret Sinful Love

 (Lucifer’s Whore)

 

I am tormented beyond the brink of madness

Fatigued by nightmares that haunt my sleep

No longer can I endure

This disease a curse of unrest

Like the uncanny whispers of Lemurs

Whose screams remote, dulled not by distance

Punished behind the wall of life

 

The darkness that filled inside my skull

Carried me away from the crowd

Into a misted woodland of primeval trees

A voice beyond words of a women rang in my head

Like the dulcet sounds of heavens silver bells

Of Seraph that inflame my heart with replete passion

 

With ferocious thunderous feral energy

That flux glory of the night sky in my veins

Running copiously red from my wounds

Who art thou that cast this spell on my anguished soul?!

Hours I ventured the mist shrouded forest

An insufferable ghost haunting the castle halls

 

As the sun set and evening drew in its shades

A dreadfully desolate antique graveyard

Came to my view suffusing my senses

With the fragrance of dead and decaying trees

Cobwebs and fungi draped the dusted marble stones

The odor of fresh warm blood

Stung my nostrils like a wolves after kill

Lighting a tract pon the dry crisp ground

 

A rivulet of blood emerged before me

Freighted with twigs and begrimed with mud

That wend a path out of the grave

Back to the grotesque forest which tendrils embrace

Pale white rays of the stars and moon

That light the stream in gruesome hue

Writhed a path to the grandest compounded tree…

 

The streams source emanate within

This tree a multi stemmed thicket

A compaq orchard upon itself

Bursting into interwoven flora

 

Clusters of blossoms

Millions scattered, a garish of vivid colors

 

Releasing vapors

Of pungent fragrance of lush foliage

 

Dilate my senses

Sweeter than ancient Arabian perfumes

 

And the drifting blood

A dizzying scent of a bittersweet mix

 

Fruitful greenery and fresh warm clammy blood….

 

Into the gnarled vines I dived

Uncoiling writhed tendrils round me

Slashing my blade through its serpentine knots

 

After epoch of battling vines

Shreds of flora tracked a narrow passageway

Into the heart of the trees shady grove

Lo! Depended on complex interlacing vines

A giant seedpod streaming forth currents of blood

At once in a seething frenzy I welted the pod

My unchained blade rending like tearing calfskin

Gobs of blood spouting into my face…

 

More blood more, enrobe me make me raw...

 

Whilst the bloodlust hysteria

A raging feature gilded in blood

Fissures ran through the seedpod

Erupting in a blood seam shower…

 

I froze to stone

My brain shut crippled by horror

And awe at what aroused the pod…

 

A lady shrouded in white robs

Her flesh paler than alabaster

Ebon sodden hair clung to her face

From the juice tainting her attire…

Is this death, a dream, a nightmare?...

Art thou angel, devil, or flesh and blood…

That infest my every fiber

Enslaved I fall to thy feet my God(dess)…

 

Under Diana’s Carpathian forest

Her eerie voice, a magical melody

Whose every cadent note combusts my heart

Bounded to her like opium’s hidden trammels
Snared by Cupid’s arrow fresh from the hunt

 

Through the mist, the moon arose in crimson color

The rain fell pon my skin in droplets of blood

She outstretched her arms to my left bosom

Than inwardly thrust piercing my breast cavity

Jagged nails pruning my heart giving vent to my

soul…

 

“Thou hath come for I

To stumble pon my path

By whispering mantras

To enchant thee and scar thy heart

Timelessly to be my slave

Fettered in shackles of my curse

To shrine my beauty more than love

Fulfill me in idolatry…”

 

[Quote from Lucifer's Whore]

 

Oh! Her vulva weeps in red…

Crimson roses for Lucifer Whore…

 

Bleed you filthy whore bleed…

Into the Chalice bleed…

Bleed you filthy whore bleed…

Into the Chalice bleed…

 

4. The Wrath of God and the Grace of Babalon

 

The Garden of Eden, the forbidden fruit

Profaned by the lips of the mother of man

Her fertile womb that brood and brought mortal woe

Holy muse that does inspire thee I beckon

Grant me thy ill visions of the lot of man

That etched the decree of God on stone atop of Mount Sinai

 

Of man’s first and countless transgressions

The graces of God they willingly unheed

His interminable forgiveness they abuse

Noah who hath built the leviathan ark

That scaped the stygian deluge

Thy diligent labor thou strained is all in vain

 

Noah’s wretched linage, thy virtue extinct

Thee almighty good faith

Seduced again in vile revolt

Covenant vows trenched upon

To suffice his wrath in dreadful Hell

 

Lovely Virgin Mary; beget of God-

Jesus Christ the bellwether

Man’s guilt hath he beared the blame

In affliction he endured

Anon thee hath failed thou

 

Man be the same

An effortless prey to the monster’s will

For vice a simple path that leads to crime

Surfeit desires…

Mammon that promise the riches of heaven

With filthy hands that gut and strip mother earth

For her sacred treasures that cause such mirth

To wallow in beatific sham

 

For man the lust for avarice

An orgiastic glut

Insatiable desires

The more it ignites

Ravenous effects

Of famished wolves

Peace is but a discord

Of dissonant intervals

Of clashing chords

The din of war

Throughout empires round

With all an aim to ensign

 

Heartless souls of the greedy

Fabrication of callousness

To mangle and begrime with blood

By their grim idol Moloch

 

Satan man does shrine throned betwixt God's seat

Oh how his seduction

Does appeal they adore

His pride and arrogance they admire

Glory to martial war

To kill and be brave

Virtue in violence

To paradigm Satan's path

 

Man be the same

An effortless prey to the monster’s will

For vice a simple path that leads to crime

Surfeit desires…

Behold the apocalypse that bout to befall

Dark cloud of fate outspreads its pitchy gloom

Sky chasm at last reveal the Wrath of God

The ultimate fall of man

 

In the hour that the daylight sun melts

Church bells knell chimes of the dying

Pangs of nostalgic yearnings

The lover says his farewell

To his beloved

Peacefully dying

Eyes heavy in bitter tears

Laid the rose on her breast

Sealed her sepulchral lid shut

Casting it to the restless sea

 

The howling shrieking icy wind

Oh how I feel its breath

Piercing through the window pane

Aghast I felt ware all around

Till a shadow behind me

It's hand grasped my neck

For now I know death binds me

I hath come for thee

Let the hand of death unite us

To nevermore keep up apart

Leave the rest to rot thine beloved

 

Tonight is the night where darkness enshrouds my eyes

The night I longed to yield my soul to thine

To Babalon  her witchcraft, she comes to me

The sodomite witch that bridle the beast

My sun, moon, and orb

Nothing shall hinder our paths my fair lady

Oh how my loins yearn for thee

Thy tender caresses and burning kisses

 

Night weights heavy on my eyelids

As once sparkled light dimly burns

Through the dust of gray ashes

Treaded and grappled by slumber

I roused to the scent of foliage

The gigantic thick forest

Unlike anything ever seen

Beneath the tree shades

A veil of darkness

Icy clime of gloom

 

Through the dense endless pitchy woods

Among the commingled sounds

Midst the dreaded noise I hear

Supernal moans echoing of the trees

 

What seemed as if relentless wander of yore

I came upon a seashore

Where the ill sounds of woe waned

Lo! Yonder the sea horizon

Oer the stagnant waters

Bright ruddy rays illumined the shore

Grew in a crescendo rising

 

Till nigh I saw plain a form shrouded by light

A steed that bore the most beautiful thing

Her bare body astride with trailing hair

Blacker than the jetty wings of ravens

Grasping a chalice that gushed out blood

Staining her mouth and jagged teeth

Her breath acrid as she quaffed it as red wine

For Babalon can it be, she has come for me

Finally...

 

7. The Frozen 25th Hour

 

[Instrumental]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright: Arthas

                                                                                                                                                                                   Band-Infernal Scourge