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Depictions of Life and Death

by Theatre Nocturne

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Sweet tempered sin Serpent angel in the mists, Destruction of the sun Through veils of time Agape as void, Cast down into the seas Upon shores of ice and ravaged flesh Another soul, another breath Lost forevermore… This lusting after thought A cataclysm of the soul Flaunting such demise, Fever, distortion, compulsive reaction... The sordid reflection, just a ghost, Impervious to light Only redefined by the scarlet drippings In serenade... And now the cut, the carve, To hold the heart of thee Whilst pissing in contempt On the verses that spent Upon our goddess, our mother, The essence of truth To which I raise my glass In revival of she! Then, the silence, From death until dawn Her huntress teeth Unsheathed the past In servitude, For ungrateful are they And now she stirs, Reborn through the blood of our enemies! Sweet tempered beauty Revisited anew The sons of Adam and daughters of Eve Striving to survive Gathered together burning in effigy As the mistress of our golden age Ascends to paradise At the fire’s rebirth
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Listless yearning, A lustre into the gloaming peak of a forest… Footfalls play heavily off in the distance Scorned, but sulking whence The dulcet baying of wolves inter, Withering and rotting in praise of Our mother who dwells in Earth… Through the maw of the wood ‘Neath stained eastern skies, Led barefoot, my secret Dogma of the flesh, Avenged by Seraphim A host in fame But such a sweet lecher all the same As the hidden lines of the palm read “To better than none to reign from above In paradise freed!” Ah, perfection Beautifully succulent fruits Pressing moist lips ‘gainst whims and womb Aroused in delectable fashion… Ghosted Seraphim! Hold thy tongue Until I have had my say.. For herein paradise she and I shalt lay To welcome in my golden age…. Decadence! The dance of fate between her tongue And bestial fury Caught on my demise But yet I longed only for the darkness Her cruelty, smitten with malformed desires Would crush the empyrean to smithereens Then: the bitter stars could play our nocturne As life and death pressed to repeat… Now as the dark hastens, the trees cancerous, Their boughs creak tearing free Like hungering beasts endeavoring flesh, The moon glimpses with ominous delight, my work, Languishing the very vein as it thirsts Upon draught and twisted reins, She sits beneath life itself In silent contemplation As my footfalls swift through the thicket To reach her throat, a kiss I lay Her breath falters, eyes blacken, Skin of marble stone, I withdraw Stare into her… Life ends, Then to her I bade a final line: “A rose for thee without hope or victory…”
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Life Now spilling forth from slit widowed stars O’er jagged mountains Spired high atop Heaven’s peak To a nadir re-risen As vulva spreading demon breed Like Adam’s seed ‘Cross landscapes ravaged by Faithful ignorance As betrayal enscented Eden’s trees Eve: swarmed, torn, impregnated, Wed her lips to Death’s solemn seize Writhing well as she bit her tongue Passing divine blood Between her legs in a flood Of intrigue Paradise now darkened With vast eclipse Sun to moon A serpent’s hiss, To Eve, a mourning bliss Her voice pleaded, Begged, And my eyes opened Deep between her thighs I swam in afterbirth Bathed in iniquities, for Death my father And Heaven’s radiance my mother, I rose as power above all… Monarchs tortured by the very word they misuse Power… Laid on the rack backs cracked Flesh weaved into abominations To understand true suffering, They scream! Beg to me like Monstrosities reflecting on The nature of their pathetic fucking souls… And as this world dies Ignorance shall die with it, Power restored then madness… My blood, the blood that fuels such decadence Like a coveted tryst But blame I feel not, only rejoice, My lifeline now sown A love I had taken such as thee Her legs though did part with ease And my seed spilt… Her heart did stop As the sun set one last path ‘Cross beauteous skies To welcome in the true rapture…
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Cast down to the filth A god and a leper I stumble, mind weak yet sublime At the liquor’s respite, This force trapped in flesh Tearing at my psyche Unforgiving depression… As man I fall Weak, bitter, melancholic Forsaking the will of being Human… To force you out That trust tarnished, I feed on the blood of Eros But cannot stop the bleating ambiance, The scenes from paradise that are Carving their niche out of my soul The sun pours out my pain Monuments fade like dreamless hope Ice forms A tomb wherein I (palisaded) Await As the sea engulfs the writhing throng… I have been murdered, yet I feel nothing, But still I decay… I decay I decay The bloodline impure Severed from her paternal womb… I mutilate and rot endlessly Without lineage… “For I am without regret And nothing remains.” As my human heart no longer beats, Lifted into the nether I lay down my will upon tainted grounds, The air of woodland smoke surrounding, Binding the burdened To hang above Such weeping stares Of quintessential lust, Their eyes upon it Mine beginning to blur, Crushed by this ghastly visage…
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Above the mist below the night sky Stars fall, The last fading breath of this cold landscape Light descending to nadir… Transgression beyond mortality Divine complexities The complete and perfect being: Flesh of the Earth Bone of giants Will of divinity, The rivers run blood red Bearing the fruits of a torn morality I am of essence now The last breath of being Caressed by the sweet maiden moon Alas, a sired death, My scarlet moon I forgive thee And with this life Cleanse the ashes of nature For I shall rise again Beyond the pale reflections of dawn For above the mist and snowfall Themes of sorrow whisper my name eternally…

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recorded at Watchmen Studios in Lockport, NY

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released January 11, 2014

Justin Foley -- Vocals
Erik Wagonblott -- Guitar
Kenny Zotara -- Guitar
Justin Herzog -- Bass
Mike Paquette -- Drums

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