CURSED BE HER FALL MCDLXII A crescendo of vileness Disguised of condolence Pierces like spears her flesh But hurts of death my heart More pale than the diadem She fell too far from Grace But no heaven would be Divine enough to deserve her "Thine innamorata is gone To grace the woods of Phlegethon As she useth to grace the shore" Viciously my soul was tempted And drunken on paschal relics The centuries would remind me My blasphemy should last Beyond the era of men The clergy had damned her twice Then, hadn't tongues for the third Although their accusations Stank like scorn Her splendour bowed them like crippled The chapel gleamed In dim shades of livor mortis And in the courtyard a procession Of wolves intoned their dirge In honor to her Grace and dread... in harmony "Oh, bitter waters of the night Smother me before The gilded dawn fall upon you 'Cause my heart's gone with him May God unites us in the eternity" Six feet under her tomb Buried was my salvation I cast my soul to the Devil's claw And from his cup of filthiness I drank Her flesh could wilt along Four hundred years of putrefaction But it'd still exhale the cliff's scent Too low to the guillotine's rope "My love for thee shalt never die" Her penultimate words This certainty my heart denied But now I can believe MDCCCXCVII Cursed be the fate And its treacherous waters On which she fell declaiming her adieu Before the dawn In the darkest hour A macula on my principality And therein I rose above mortality Only to languish as Lucibel did Her lines were soaked In anemic crosses' blood Not by chance too late for regrets "But I would die every night From here until eternity for thee" Love made us anathema As cruelty justified us So in the time of rewards Sinners ate quails While virtuous licked their leprosy I should have followed her With all my spite to hell Instead, all that I could follow It was the marble's closure Above the coffin Perpetually I am her Simon of Cyrene Carrying her cross through Via Dolorosa And cursing our fall until the Judgment Day

GODDESS OF THE RISING BLACK MOON (To thee I come dressed in lust Bathed in a thousand men's passion, bleeding The last sparks of the dusk Will burn in mine eyes Then fade on the horizon) M'lady Annit Guide me through the darkest nights (I am the rising moon) 'Cause my days are gone With the badly fed vultures (darker than vultures) So it shalt be As long as it last thy spell (Ripping out thine eyes) Over the tapestry of the scarped... Mountains and their snowed peaks The paler portrait of thy breasts A never seen himeric caprice The Sabbat Beltane shall bring No "In excelsis meretricis" And so, they will know Greater woes than Walpurgis Listen to them! The hounds baying for thee to raise (Whom would they praise Whilst I devour to thee?) Attracted to thee Snaking like thy ebonied hairs (Who would be prey If my poison was drenched On our bridal sheets) " I am the hung On the hopeless firmament Maidenly crowned By the eastern echelons" I am thy wave of tears Wept onto the deadly sea Breaking against the cliff Take me to where the night Will never sleep Goddess of the rising Black Moon Godly sylph, grant me Thy grace And touch me as if in dream Erubescent, my soul reaps rosemary With mirror shards for thee The darkest arts And the profoundest magick Could not unlace the braided bowels Like a mosaic nest of offerings Eko, Eko, Azarak, Eko, Eko, Zomelak, Eko, Eko, Cernunnos, Eko, Eko, Aradia! Ungodly sylph, grant me Thy grace And touch me as if in sin From the celestial battlements Lurking my dementia and these festivities In this eve smelling like myrrh Manifest thy glory Before Eostre come to take thee My queen...

OPERETTA FOR ELIZABETH "Victimae paschali laudes Immolent christiani. Agnus redemit oves: Christus innocens patri Reconciliavit peccatores..." Mirror my fool mirror Wintered by the time Faced by thy grey veil I spied an old silhouette Laughing cruelly back at me Was it the first death of my heart? So I swore to Christ and The Cross That once more you would not shame me Fool mirror Then I've become Morta To take the scissor and the threads She came to me So sweet and servile A true nymph Spluttering my crystals of pride (She rose) A lilithian mirage to my Eve's eyes Flanked by the Carpathian’s maw In secret she rode off In a tempestuous eve To a grotto where the old Darvulia Awaited her And the trees testified their vow Sealed by the price of the tongue And by the spasms between their legs Their moans were only Muffled by the thunders (For her, blood was spilled) Spat onto the spoiled teats (Like a liquor of plagues) Leavened in the stretched guts Orchids and a virgin vestal One piece of pear breasts To the countess' six lips Beneath dying skies Where the providence Would not reach The lamb died Beseeching by the knife When it fell thralled By the aristocracy Assigned by God To the Devil's heirs in Cachtice "Her twisted reflection fell down Prostrated in front of her moult" Within the walls of her Bastille Buried in slits Hidden from the lurking eyes Flesh was burnt, not on the censer But more wicked crafts Exposed on pedestals soaked in oils And burning on the balusters That adorned the path to her gilded throne Inlaid with teeth and other jewellery Brought from the East to her As the zodiac ran unwary She ate virginity to sate her filth Jezebel incarnate Hostess of lesbian rites In cult to the carnality Elizabeth The breeze hisses thy crimes Whipping the forest With Fortissimos of desperate choirs Above the mountains' bend Carving a blood cathedral for thee Paralyzed eyes in exanguine faces All thy gargoyles shalt bleed From grace she fell Whilst bells fell onto saints There, the Devil's phallus Caressed the cunt of God's daughter As she prayed for forgiveness (All I've done was sacred As much as the Trinity My rechristening In the blood of those lambs It was the bridge to redeem My damned soul Mislaid by the sin) "Countess, thy beauty Shalt be locked inside of thee And in this world Thou shalt not find thy pleasures May on the rugged stone Thy fetid carcass fades Into the massive webs Of the eternity" Tormented souls Lurking in the corners of her cell As the walls were raised in dissonance She preferred to sew her own eyes With the grizzly hairs Growing dishevelled And the slivers of her nails She used as needles But the tears could still Fall from the wounds And from them she fed her anguishes And about the ones who served her They tasted in life The heavy justice of men For them, death became a relief Or the beginning of sorrows (Four culpable walls) Musty by new hatreds (Circling her carrion) Once gracious Then a piece of shat flesh (Kneeling and bare) Before the sodomite mirror (Her elbows stiff on the misericord) And in that day they knew That the evils died With the Bathory beast

THE FIFTH DIRGE We are the dead stars Dust of the dead stars My heart's gone long ago On the wane with the moon And with the arrival of the wintry nights The hellish nights, the endless nights And in the darkness of my dreams I find your pleading eyes There was so much pain in thee Wounds that shall bleed forevermore