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V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein

(1996)
TypeEP
GenresSymphonic Black Metal, Gothic Metal
LabelsCacophonous Records
Album rating :  91 / 100
Votes :  31
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V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein Lyrics

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Submitted by level Eagles
1. Ebony Dressed for Sunset (2:49)
Unshadow thyselves, children.
The reign in flesh begins again!

V empire,
funereal majesty awake!
Cneajna wreathed in snake.
Draconis talons rake!

So haunted is my silent heart,
dreaming only of the moon.
When velvet darkness falls tonight,
the thirst crescends anew.

Only for you!

Inspired to mortal nightmare.
Ebony dressed for sunset,
in the dulcet whispers of the damned.
2. The Forest Whispers My Name (Re-recorded version) (4:40)
Black candles dance to an overture,
but I am drawn past their flickering lure.
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room.
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb.

I sip the blood red wine!
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time.
From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life.
From chaos born, out of love and the scythe.

The forest beckons with her nocturnal call,
to pull me close amid the baying of wolves.
Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn.
In the dark, odiferous earth.

We embrace like two lovers at death.
A monument to the trapping of breath.
As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck,
to drop roses on my marbled breast.

I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves,
and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze,
to learn from the dark and the voices between.

This is my will!

The forest whispers my name again and again.
The forest whispers my name!

When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore,
the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana.
She who fain would learn all sorcery.

Yet has not won its deepest secrets,
Them my mother will, teach her in truth
All things as yet unknown.

I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals.
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul,
as the wild hunt careers through the boughs.

Come to me, my pale enchantress.
In the moon of the woods we kiss.

Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak.
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose,
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked.

Dark faerytales in Phallustein,
symbols and signs to know us by.

The principle of evil!
Evolution has been recalled.
Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon,
I stand enthralled in the whispering forest.
3. Queen of Winter, Throned (10:27)
Even a man who is pure in the heart,
and speaks in prayer by night.
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms,
and the winter moon is bright.
(Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941))

Listen to them,
the children of the night.
What sweet music they make.
(Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897))

Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask.
A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass.
Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous.
Consorting themes, demons I weave,
subservience from thee to lost.

I am Corinthian light,
a snake in flowers by night!
The last temptation of Christ,
evil in mortal...

Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore.
Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor.
Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb,
to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume.

Control!

Seduction, my obsessive art.
A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars,
like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart.
Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed.

Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms,
midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath.
When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined.
And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind.

Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy.
I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies.
Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword,
my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war.

I am thirst, spearheaded hunger.
Sacrament and pain!
Nails raked in savagery,
when the cruel Countessa came.

Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design.

A love that never dies,
nefarious as her winds.
Stirring silhouettes to rise,
when stars fall pale.

And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within,
To unhinge a thousand sins from Death's dark vale.

Blessed be these spells of winter.
Unto us that wait with patience in.
This secret garden,
to storm our way into another,
as yes undone.

Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean.
Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun.
Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped.
In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance.

She is all to me, mysterious, alive.
The howling in the deep woods,
when cold festal stars aligned.

Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design.

A love that never dies,
nefarious as her winds.
Stirring silhouettes to rise,
when stars fall pale.

And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within,
To unhinge a thousand sins from Death's dark vale.

A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil.
Yesod vested in despotic upheaval.
Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow.
Forgotten ones enter as above, so below.

The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent.
When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend.
From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness,
thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead!

Queen of Winter, throned.
The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses.
Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown.

Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess.
Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless.

When the miscreants fell dead,
She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night,
and the bestial floor shook with terrible life.

I rise before thee Queen,
to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak.
To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath,
satanic tyranny!
4. Nocturnal Supremacy (5:53)
Weak midnight promises of love,
were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above.
In mortal life lurks my dismay.
An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away.

She sleeps beyond the grace of God,
a dreaming beauty.
If wishes could only fray that bond,
the dead would sing for me.

The dead would sing for me!

Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice,
a poet's serenade.
Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo,
Rorasa came!

Fear me not my grieving king,
funereal in breath.
The secrets of the dark I know,
and thus, we shall cheat Death.

My promises wrought though despondence that night,
have delivered me gifts from the grave.
Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life,
never a Devil so vain.

The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost,
and no heaven would silence the pain.
Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost,
desire for warm blood again.

Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour.
Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep.

Dark nature clasp my soul,
around her throat mine arms enfold.
To sleep, perchance to dream,
and then to dusk and flesh ascend.

The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies,
and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide.
From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore.
Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war.

As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day,
to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey.

We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea.
The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity.

Damnation!
Salvation!
Stigmata plague!

The wine of Bacchus flows.
Listen to the thunder rage!

Deceivers dragged before their cross!
I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss.
What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs.

I am enamoured and imparadised,
to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes.
I will crush them all if this holds thy delight.
Rather dead forever than to lose her.
Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite!
5. She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow (3:42)
Hasten to the bridal bed,
underneath the grave 'tis spread:

In darkness may our love be hid,
Oblivion be our coverlid.
We may rest, and none forbid.
(Percy Bysshe Shelley)
6. The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) (8:52)
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies.
When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose,
and Narcissus' date as their prize.

Blinded by Diana's mirror!
Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn.
And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive,
the horrors performed on her shores.

As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons,
Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp.
Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind,
now inspires catharsis to dance.

Through the weave of white vaults,
where the shadows revolt.
At the incest of spiritual love,
Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts.
Spatter virginal breasts with their blood!

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe.
Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon.
Who seems no mistress of Herself!

Heavens pour forth vast casualties!
Thy host given up for me,
thou which wert once and then ceased to be.

Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy,
whilst we scream free.

Deep forests impale the sinister mist,
their sorcery taught to the clouds.
Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish,
to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds.

Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl,
as psyche to sapphic lament.
Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses,
whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death!

Desires, I was loath to lose,
to the virgin-bloodied priests.
Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene,
and sought to savour her as a beast.

Her aching sex, a rose undone.
As mine in tears and spasms wrung.

Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho's stone,
has built thee a marbled stair.
By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne,
where ravens rape the tenanting angels there.

Hurry, else Death may spy us here,
and quicken the pulse of dawn!
Embering flames writhe to life again!
The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn.

Huntress, draw back the silvered bow!
Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes.

Whilst drifting forgs devour,
all hallows witching hour,
On this long, dark séance for the soul.

Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves,
our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged.
Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid.
Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves.

Remember with pride what thou art.
Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past.

When dark royalties drank of despair,
idols hewed down 'neath a desert God's stare.
In thrall to revenges sworn there,
what dreams could we farther,
when farther we fell to nightmare?

Well versed in misery,
We have lain naked in darkest ravines.
Now the sun has set in slumber,
we delight like serpents in arousal,
coiled to strike at the light.

Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth,
uncloister jaded harlots once served.
Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed.
Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse!

The laughter of Khaos,
Gatekeepers flee the onslaught.

Hurry, else Death may spy us here,
and quicken the pulse of dawn!
Embering flames writhe to life again!
The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn.

Huntress, draw back the silvered bow!
Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes.

Whilst drifting forgs devour,
all hallows witching hour,
On this long, dark séance for the soul.

A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein.
Pleasure temples for my bride!
Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine.
Empires thrive on sacrifice!
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