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Quaking earth, thunderbeats of cloven hooves
The heart of darkness beckons
Abysmal eyes aflicker in the gloom
Phantomanifesting room
Pentagram strikes the heavens asunder!

Sacrifice double in timelesness
The blackthorn blooms 'neath Snowmoon's glow
Triskalion burns, hellfire churns
Grammadion Devil's mark, elemental bliss
Sup the seed eternal

Coven gathers upon the duskening tide
Upon The Drægon ride, dæmonwinds preside
Candlemass Evil, Satan crowned in flame
From The Pit, Phoenix doth arise
Ouroboros circumambulation

By 13, nightmares & dreams come alive
Unholy Communion, candlelight
Shadows dancing in the night
Emerge reflections of body & mind

Dracmas, Dracoween, everywhere in between
Spells cast, nocturnal hour
Void encircles, raven shower
Devils pour from ebon tower
Invocation, Infernal Power!

æmonbulacrum into Hell
Ingress purifying black flames
Exuviation, basilisk rejuvenation
Unholy rebirthing, Sabbath toll
Apotheosis manifest, Infernal Throne
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Horns & Thorns emergent
Dæmonic incarnation
Misanthropic evilution
Sacrificial Eucharist
Repossessed in timelessness
Reborn in Hell!

Nightmare incarnate of what they dream
For they are not what they seem
Hypocrites of the blindlight
filling their victims with dread
Twisted desires unleashed...

Thoughtform repression comes to life
Raping and killing is what they would like
Born in a graveyard wracked in pain
Possessed by shadow demons of the mind
Glimpses of Hell, insanity awakened
A killer born beneath the moonlight

Ripping and rending in bloody desire
13 sacrificed by rite of fire
Pentagram carved and drawn in red
Last vision of the demon's face
Screaming, taken by the gleaming blade

Reign in Hell, demon born!
Nightstalker in terror enthroned!
Churches burn through the night!
Nightbreed reign supreme!

The crown gift that keeps on giving. Sacrifices day by day.

Made in Hell, born of a natural witch, subject to none.

Maidens and succubus sublime, coven of sinful tides

To reign upon The Drægon Throne eternal, bane of gods and men.

Abyssal Winds course up from the Pit, stirred by demon wings

Feast of The Beast resplendent, elixirs cascade, ambrosia communion infernal

Pleasures, terrors of The Shadow Domain

The flames of Hell are tread again.

Echo into timelessness. ∞

You decide… please leave a comment

By jfarrell

I will be 50 in 2 weeks (23 december);

Should I have a party? Celebrate?

Cast your votes now please.

And not a joke….

My ‘friend’, I asked, I gonna have party will you come?…

Desparately…

“yeah, I’ll happilly come to your party, I’m your best friend….

But don’t be negative, at your party.”….

He’s the one calling people names,…

But I’m the negative one?

Party cancelled.

But life,

Prospects, dreams have changed since then;

So very few weeks ago.

It used to be said ‘life begins at 40’;

Is 50 the new 40?

I’ve spent 20 years overdosing, hanging cutting my coward wrists

To not be here for 50!

It’s clear I’m incapable of decision…

So like Big Brother….

You decide, cast your votes…

50^th birthday party?

Yes or no?

Please leave a comment

 December.11.2003 1:18am

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

Sorry to say

But I hadn't the time

Or wasn't told today

That you are a day younger

I mean older (hehe)

So I took some time out

To make you something special

So there is no need to shout

Because here is a card

Made from the heart

I hope you enjoy what you read

Because I'm here if you are ever in need 

For I'll be here till the end

And together forever

We'll always be

Best of friends

Happy Birthday is what I want to send

Copyright

The joy of writing can set you free, 

As you put pen to paper the words start to flow. 

Each time you start cooking, 

You enjoy fruitful rewards abundantly provided. 

Painting each picture brings,

Stirs emotions deep inside those around you. 

Each art museum you frequent, 

Opens your mind to new perspective. 

Have a Happy Birthday 

It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.

Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.

Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.

You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.

From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.

You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.

You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.

The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.

I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.

It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.

This is the day,

That welcomed me,

To the earth,

With the touch of ray.  

Outer existence of mine,

Started making,

Its presence felt,

From then on in a manner fine.

May my dreams come true,

This is what I ardently wish, yes I do.