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Kisilova Blood Oath
06:09
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Nightfall breathes new life
Into the gaunt dead
Kisilova
My darkened heart
My chained body
My banished soul
Kisilova
Call to you
A coldness I betroth
Upon ancient altars
Gathering to the cull
Exsanguinated lust returns
We pledge fidelity to the oath
Eternity-long
We pledge fidelity to the oath
Eternity-long
And night falls
Night falls for the gaunt dead, brothers and sisters
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Anchoress
05:55
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Her soul has sullen
With the windswept rock
Long has she been tethered
In her sealed cloister – vampire…Anchoress
Unto solipsistic spiritual vortex
Thee, alone, in presumed death
I proffer mortal blood
And though these corridors
Lead to a nature you’ll never feel
A bated will, shall not you suffer
For you, Anchoress, cannot relinquish the thirst
In her sealed cloister – vampire…Anchoress
Unto solipsistic spiritual vortex
Thee, alone, in presumed death
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Apotropaic Blood Song
03:45
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At dusk the circle is open
The itching feeling beckoning me with eager sins
Like harpy melodies burning hungered ears
Peeling away all that may be
Summoning, wishing…longing
For the cold embrace of night
my shadowed love, a spell of protection
Blood song
Blood song
To cull the ancient urges
Blood song
Blood song
To guide by ancient wisdom
Blood song
Blood song
Into fates hands
May our crimson libation
Comfort and protect
Farewell, beloved. Farewell.
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Serpent in the Wound
04:56
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The punctures ribbed the skin
Like aching crescent moons falling together
The blood forgives its warmth with haste
But the sin transmits its lust forever
The cursed hunger
Like the coiling serpent
Daring to feed the serpent in the wound
Eve, our primeval kin…guide us!
As source of freedom
a liberation of its own constraints
as the curse slithers through my blood
freedom found in the margins of our death
a deathless death
serpent in the wound
serpent in the wound
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Blood Thrall
03:34
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O’ requisition beset the lowliest of servants
To do the bidding of the father
To carry the will of mother
Blood thrall, I bind you
Blood thrall, I sate you
by meager vials in olden frames
you have shattered your mirrors
to stare directly unto me…to stare directly unto me
and the vision strays not,
lest sight is forsaken finally
Blood thrall, I bind you
Blood thrall, I sate you
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The wind betrothed sorrow
when thine blood was cast
Through scalding steel
I can all but remember tears
I can still feel the moisture 1000 years late
There She was lost to the battle
Heralding a celestial form
And lo, I recanted
the lord’s soul forthwith
To earth, bound, to earth, lost
In heaven forgotten
The battle rages in mere memory and hatred
but I shall raise stone lest thy dragon turns head again
Walls pulled from the earth
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1725
01:39
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Ripened by a morning light
Screams of mortal hailing
The body trembles at dawn
Enshroud us, this failing
For when the dawn breaks
Legacies of our sire have been lost
For when the sun shines
The burden of blood is crossed…for all time
To desire a death of fire, than of void
Immortality…Immortality’s limit
Languish, my dear
I wash thy feet, I caress thy skin
Wrap her…In sanguine clothe and burial gown
To arise from the reliquary
To drift from corporal love
To her final slumber...To her final slumber
To her wishes
Sleep in fire
The morning’s light
I wash thy feet, I caress thy skin
To desire a death of fire, than of void
Immortality…Immortality’s limit
Languish, my dear
To desire a death of fire, than of void
immortality
Immortality’s limit
Languish, my dear
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The Blood Scepter
05:21
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Cold, ancient hands
Become a thing of antiquity
A paradigmatic reliquary
For the relics of our times
Older than one can know
Cold, ancient hands
Embracing solitary state…an armored saint
Sadness blossoming
Through thine spiritual hatred
Raise the blood scepter
Raise the blood scepter
Orgy in sin…comforting bloodlust
hail the blood scepter
blood through the fang-lined grin
Timeless it would seem
Yet, the hilt falls to a pale grasp
Whenever the crimson calls the force of breath
To dine, in sin, with the favor of the long forgotten
The scepter has returned home
In these ancient hands
Cold, ancient hands
now a thing of antiquity
slumbering reliquary
living relics
Older than one can know
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