by Darzamat

Petrified with icy fear You’re waiting for the only ray, the sign, the rebirth And every night you mourn in lament Let my hungry lips close to your neck For I tell the cooling blood to run fast Because I am the One More and more I am filled With eternal criminal lust I am the one who is the Night I am the one who lives with your blood I am the one above mortality I am the one – you are the key And I feel pleasure A little dizziness Tiredness, coldness Extreme excitement Now I am your moon, your stars, your sunrise We are listening to the music from within the silence
Hail black mushrooms clouds Hail ladies of paganism Hail Devil’s servant Hail Master of ceremonies Secrets of Black Art... Hallucinations... Black Art – a direct appeal to the spirits Fire through your veins Dismal bliss inside Overtakes me Darkens my eyes – to see... While they dance to the accompaniment Of barbarous hearts with more than real Hallucinations I cross the deepest river of my consciousness
Trials tortures executions Fire gender extermination Collective hysterics, crazes Mass murder and panics Witch – hunts resulted in trials and tortures and executions Ill – fated heroines exterminated by the holy deadly institution Mere victims of narrow-minded prejudice And fanatical judgment (mass murder) Scapegoats on which every imaginary blame can be laid For male – dominated christian society Women were anathematized and cast as witches Because of enduring grotesque fears they generated In respect of their presume abilities to control men Witchcraft was one expression of the constant effort of the race To rid itself of the sick religion imposed on it
My beloved daughter Innocent have I come into prison Innocent have I been tortured Innocent must I die They said: “You are a witch! Will you confess it voluntarily? If not, we will bring in witnesses and executioner for you!” You are a witch/ you are a witch/ you are a witch... The executioner put the thumb-screws on me, both hands bound together, so the blood ran out at the nails and everywhere, so that for 4 weeks I could not use my hands, as you can see from the writing. Thereafter they stripped me, shaved me all over, bound my hands behind me and drew me up in the torture. Then one said: ”Invent something, for you cannot endure the torture you will be put to. One torture will follow another until you say you are a witch. Not before that will they stop.” Am I a witch? Yes, I am a wicked woman turned aside to Satan, seduced by demons. I pass over great spaces of the earth during the nights, obeying commands of my mistress Diana. My beloved daughter, goodnight, for your mother will never see you more. Hemlock Foxglove Almond oil Wild celery White willow Poppy Water lilies Deadly nightshade Green oil Greenish oils...
Blackward 04:01
In the name of hatecraft In the name of their blood In the name of the night In the name... Look inside the executioner's hood I feel no mercy but I will let you meet him well Come with me upon the scaffold I will show you his grimace Hard to read and understand Come with me upon the scaffold I will lead you through the horror Look inside executioner’s hood I will show you his grimace You can not hide from me A shocking and blasphemous vision Making sick with smell of blood I am the blasphemy stealing your freedom I insult and I hate I arouse fear and prayers Nobody dares to look into my eyes Whose face has the executioner? Come with me upon the scaffold I will lead you through the horror Look inside executioner’s hood
Can you hear these voices? Dark brown dresses around me Can you hear these whispers? Fear inside me Can you feel this bitterness? Rapid mountain rivers floating stories down the world Voices are rising from the earth Screaming for revenge Up in the skies Run by the wind Just one more time they set the fire I open wounds not healed for ages In anger I stand Dripping with blood and burning Secret paths high up and down Their lots floating on mountain rivers Faster faster down the world Are you aware of that ? The Carpathian Forests have seen it all Keeping every pain Drinking blood with ancient roots Swinging in meditation They feed us with the air heavy of memories Heavy of slaughters, murders, lynches and agonies
Unholy land greets her with fog and death The further the worse – anxiety whispers More subtle than scent the sense of hunting is In a labyrinth of crashed memories Memory dances among the ashes Fear and horror biting deep Anxiety whispers Anxiety screams Fear and horror biting deep Pyres burning, sword is cutting Painfull pleasures lick with their tongues Out from here comes evil Out from here gushes blood Out from here sips poison Out from here pain and suffering The only just ones screamed in savage madness False prophets with love offered pain Prayers bringing an overwhelming fear Meticulous intrigues, ignorance and humiliation Inculcated hatred against everything about the magic Soaking through every world Trapped waves hitting the ruins But there is always someone for the dark wisdom to survive
Virus 05:25
I lay down, my breathing slow Poisonous plant running up and down my body I breathe in the fumes of wild herbs All alone in the night Stars are staring, rain is drumming Something is calling me I want to know I have to know I want to know All alone in the night Something is calling me Visions enter the gate of my eyes like an old friend With the knife my wrist will dance awhile And it is so good and I do not care anymore Stepping into an unknown world Invisible scar All alone in the night I want to know I have to know All alone in the night My breathing slow I lay down my breathing slow Stars are staring, rain is drumming Something is calling me I want to know I have to know All alone in the night All alone in the night And it is so good Something is calling me My breathing slow My breathing slows...
Fight Fight Fight Fight! Souls in revolt on your side! Fight Fight Fight Fight! You are the one to decide! Howling of wild dogs Initiation into the craft You will get your heart’s desire From now onwards! My own diviner Zealously overlooking with the Evil Eye
The scent of dark red death Summoned from the land beyond the time You light the lusts on the altar of darkness Sinister mistress of crime I feel like you and this is so elitist I feel I can do anything I feel I transcend humanity I feel I am becoming a murderer Possessed by obsession Overwhelmed by the lust to revenge I stand in thy adoration Possessed by sick obsessions I stand in my adoration I feel I can do anything I am becomimg my own murderer My soul rides between the worlds I will give my life to death That is the temptation! That is the temptation! Ifeel like you and this is so elitist I feel I can do anything I feel I transcend humanity Who, having fertilized Death, his beloved one, Would look at her face willing to find the horror Fear and blasphemy dwell in darkness I dance with Death willing to keep life Willing to keep life I dance with Death
Tied to a post and with brutality of the period- burned Fastened upon a hurdle and drawn at the horse’s tail Through mud an mire Ceremoniously hanged and then quarted Forced to confess untruth Put to the torture Mentally raped Thousands of women committed to the flames Better an end in horror than horror without end!


released November 1, 2005


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