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The Conjurer's Enigma
07:04
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Rituals echo at the crossroads of time
Am I dead again or just suspended in spite
Resentment burns for them, those human forgeries
In a mental chamber, alone with dæmonic entities
I conjure your demise
Cease the light in your eyes
I cast down your soul
where vultures devour you whole
I call upon your demise
Kill the light in your eyes
I'll banish your soul
to where vultures strip you...to the bone
A burning enigma, entombed in the sands of time
Am I a derelict phantom or a bitter wraith
Dead words, awaken synaptic overdrive
In the distance, where it strides the apparition
I conjure your demise
Cease the light in your eyes
I cast down your soul
where vultures devour you whole
I call upon your demise
Kill the light in your eyes
I'll banish your soul
to where vultures strip you...
to the sinew and bone
to the core of your lies
To the end of your warmth
Thrown into a void of ice
In black floating drape
A strange symbolic shape
Dead to the world of man
risen from ashen lands
Oh, A stoic gaze
Upon humanity
In a devilish daze
a prison of vanity
There I see them in the harrowing distance
Serpent riders clad in royal garments
Transverse the sky with dæmonic intent
Into the infinity of a gleaming inferno
Grim, lifeless figures
Roam the fields of life
Woodlands transfigured
Black magick rise
The rite of the circle
Carved in throbbing flesh
In a fatal communion
We proudly stand tall
There I see them in the harrowing distance
Serpent riders clad in royal garments
Transverse the sky with dæmonic intent
Into the infinity of a gleaming inferno
Rituals echo at the crossroads of time
Am I dead again or just suspended in spite
Resentment burns for them, those human forgeries
In a mental chamber, alone with dæmonic entities
A burning enigma, entombed in the sands of time
Am I a derelict phantom or a bitter wraith
Dead words, awaken synaptic overdrive
In the distance, where it strides the apparition
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Wraiths
04:56
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In the company of broken souls
The strange local lounge wolves
We stride from joint to haunt
To leave behind our dire wounds
Dismal nights without an end
In the tightest clasp of passion
The plague spills over to the chamber
Transmutation underway
Oh, feel the phantom reach
A last caress for our shattered souls
The mind's eye awake
as we plunge into an early grave
The gods smile up above
in their orbits, inebriated
As we take an abyssal leap
Into the arms of a passionate fiend
we're dead inside
we're dead inside
we're dead inside
we're dead inside
A moment of vertigo
Temptation in sight
A desolate carcass waltz
Faltering into the night
Leave the lights behind
as we dive into the depths
a poetic dissonance beckons
from the woods beyond
A breeze of discouragement
taints our shriveled hearts
Fallen into bereavement
wandering phantoms of the gloom's keep
It's true, we're dead inside
flocks of daemons populate our minds
chained to an earthly existence
we are the damned, the devils of the night
A Venusian embrace
False words to keep us sane
don't need your forged affection
we're specters, dead beyond time and space
A graven call
æthereal sign to cross the cosmos
the fabric of reality torn
as we ride above your mortal coils
so pour me another drink
envenom my heart, my core
numb the ravaging yearning of seclusion
the searing crux of the sun
Bound by Neptunian laws
ours are the realms of dusk
a shelter for the relinquished
staggering husks, carrion delusions
A facade for the broken
tears of a jester poured
into a cup of golden indifference
still you wish you belonged
Oh, feel the phantom reach
A last caress for our shattered souls
The mind's eye awake
as we plunge into an early grave
The gods smile up above
in their orbits, inebriated
As we take an abyssal leap
Into the arms of a passionate fiend
we're dead inside
we're dead inside
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Mark Of The Cloven Hoof
05:05
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Horrific visions beyond sight
Footsteps crack in the distant night
A lonesome figure floats
On its skin the (mark of) the black scorpio
A staggering illusion
cloven feet, narcissistic pride
Serpentine demeanor
An agent of the Stygian tide
A torrent of passion and loathing
Grasps the reins of a hellish steed
They fill the room flirtatiously
With a sweet aroma of eroticism
Charcoal presence, ebon flow
Conjurations of the horned crow
Phantasmagoria awakened
The convolution of silhouettes
Walking deception, bitter ghost
Devils follow me where I go
Silver dagger, throbbing heart
we forfeit our souls to the blackest arts
A torrent of passion and loathing
Grasps the reins of a hellish steed
They fill the room flirtatiously
With a sweet aroma of eroticism
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Adulterer in blackened heels
Swirling mane, hypnotic kiss
Daughter of the nether realms
I surrender my flesh to you
A cry from the depths of night
Rituals to bring the dead to life
Sex, magick, impending doom
You're a lioness, a witch from the dark
Dominance, romanticism
A wanton world as of yet unseen
A bleeding parade of hearts
Hear the howl of the banshee queen
Heed the call of the sorceress
Drive the dagger through my riven chest
Entangled in this lunacy
We burn down like wicks on sensual wax
Profound emerald eyes
Shine like jewels in the dark of night
On the winds an eerie scent
A wicked melody fills the air
In a black romance
The roses bled out
Lustful love unchained
Jointly depraved
The wailing of passions
A caustic embrace
A chance to drown out
the light of the sun
An obsidian touch
Grim memoirs flow through my mind
A journey through southern shores
souvenirs of an ebon goddess
Profound emerald eyes
(they) Shine like jewels in the dark of night
Oh the winds carry an eerie scent
A wicked melody thickly fills the air
In a black romance
The roses bled out
Lustful love unchained
Jointly depraved
The wailing of passions
A caustic embrace
A chance to drown out
the light of the sun
I still feel your grip, pulling me down
To where the spirits of the dead rest
In infernal aphrodisia
Beckoning our very sexuality
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Rite of the Coven
07:21
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Intersections
the candles are lit
the carcasses bled
Slithering shades
Evil sorcery
Spirits in unrest
Conjurations
unhallowed bewitchment
An earthen taste
awakens your senses
the dead have risen
The keepers of the blackest flame
In a circle of apparitions
Ensorcel a host of opposites
The harbingers of the light's end
In the distance
the rhymes are sung
rhythms are struck
Iron spikes
they plunge hard
from a burdened sky
Pentacle circle
Ruby wine
the mandrake's taste
Soul sacrifice
Accursed mind
The dæmons call me
The keepers of the blackest flame
In a circle of apparitions
Ensorcel a host of opposites
The harbingers of the light's end
The gateway is open
A figure breaks the threshold
Reach for the bleeding light
of a mystical morning sun
Let its penetrating rays
pierce your yearning spiritual form
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Forgive her
For she knows
Not what she does....
A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thighs
A dying God-man full of pain
When will you cum again?
Before him beg to serve or please
On your back or knees
There's no forgiveness for her sins
Prefers punishment?
Would you suffer eternally
Or internally?
For her lust
She'll burn in hell
Her soul done medium well
All through mass
manual stimulation
Salvation
Corpus Christi
She needs
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
She needs
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Body of Christ
She needs
Body of Christ
Body of Christ
She'd like to know God
love God
Feel her God
Inside of her - deep inside of her
She'd like to know God
love God
Feel, feel, feel
Her God,
Inside of her
Deep inside of her
Inside of her
Deep inside of her
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ.
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When passion and misery unite
Under a banner of insidious lies
A false tear slides down her cheek
True love lies dying on an ashen floors
When pride and narcissism unite
And the joy of life is leaving you
Turn to another damaged soul
to fill the void in your aching shell
So cry out your passion
Shake your foundations
Awake to a brighter morning
A release from the grieving past
Something that never was
Something that was left behind
Something we chose to forget
Something graceful left to die
The time we had
It was ages ago
Many years have passed
through our yearning souls
A silhouette
Stands across the room
Under the lights
Crowning the dance floor
Looking for escape
To gracefully surrender
For a deadly kiss
To ignite my flesh with bliss
Something unfulfilled
That will never be
To the end of passion
Oh, to the end of me
On a midwinter night's passion...
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Stonehag Portugal
Underground Music From Portugal.
STONEHAG is G.R. - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Synths, Lyrics & Compositions.
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