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And quoth HE: Thou shalt not kill,
But thou shalt kill!! Kill!!!
Of rusty chains clang to the light,
Of a torn throat a moan to the dark.
Kill! Above all and everything,
Kill! By murder it all  will be honoured.

Oh, Death Be its freezing breath!

Kill your foe; kill your friend, as well as a foe.
Kill your father, kill your mother. With no reproach.  Oh, Death.
Kill your sister, kill your brother. Kill!!!
And your conscience to the slaughter. Endow them with death!

Quoth HE Thou shalt not kill,
But thou shalt kill!! Kill!!!
But what does a word mean to you? Kill!
But what does fear mean to you? Kill!
Kill! Safe and indifferent,
Kill! Theres no bliss in repentance, do not seek.

Kill your wife, let razors kiss your childrens throat!
Kill with no shame, with no touch of bitterness. Kill!
Kill your own gist, the fetters of flesh, burst open!
Kill yourself, shit, kill! The vain burden is worthy
Kill!



The gates of the blazing Abyss!
Seized with the shining delight,
I will stand before you forever,
Slain by the absolute power.

The eternal orgy of Death
Inherits me from flesh,
From the bottom of fathomless depths,
From the land of myriad graves.

Taken form The Outsiders Call



And the sword of justice in hands,
Corrodes, forceless and pale,
The bell hammers the hope in the hearts.
The banner of violence hovers.

A word. Murder. Death. 
Absolute will. Ashes.
Ashes. Agony. Stench.
The triumph on bones is eternal.

Taken from Diktat.



A blazing sun is rising,
Sewing a new day, over the ashes of generations
The eyes of those with sorrow in glance, 
Will not see this sun. Not blinded are they,
Empty are their eye-pits. Empty. 
And no more tears. Only memory.

Among the ruins, you look to the North.
From the North, the wind brings Victory. 
The wind carries ashes and stench.
The wind brings bitterness

Taken from The Blessed Doctrine



And here I am before you,
Beholding your fear,
Enjoying the obedience and torture

But Death occupies the niche of Salvation,
 Idly preaching the doctrine of despair,
The angels hover over the broken doll,
To the convulsive beat of my will.

Taken form The Grand Torture



Into flesh.  Sinking deeper  Into flesh
Cutting intoSeized with agony and smell of blood. 
You sink your steel into flesh exact
Poison, ail, echoes of joy,
Shine on the face, entwining and laughing
Dance of desire, fury and passion,
The rapture is endless, you breathe it

Taken from Into flesh



But only vanity is alive: kill,
Destroy, deny, rape; proudly stand 
on the top of tortures;
freely gift pain all around;
Pour poison into throats all around;
Forge the hearts all around with fear.

Taken from Scorn Perverse.
