Tracks

02. Summon The Antichrist
03. Axiom
04. The Promise
05. My Apterous Angel
07. Man Without Faith Or Trust
08. The Dark Inside
09. Footsteps Resound In An Empty Chapel
10. Epode



02. Summon The Antichrist

Master, take wing over the desert
And parched land
Master, the art of suffering
A divine dance

Summon The Master...

Mouth incendiary evocation
Black flame engulfs
Filth and maggots of humanity
Hair burning, faces melt

Summon!
Master!

The inexhaustible beauty
The incomparable gift
Satan has made to the human race
In his only child
Antichrist

[Solo Wilcock]

Mouth incendiary evocation
Black flame engulfs
Filth and maggots of humanity
Hair burning, faces melt

Obscene ritual
Totems sacrosanct
Divine Baphomet
Worship the Goatlord
Divine Lucifer
Worship the Goatlord

Swarming, the spirits of the pit
Infernal, arise from the abyss
Absonant, within the pentagram
Ritually summon the Antichrist

The wings of The Master...


03. Axiom

Believe in what you can see
Believe in what you can feel
Reveal yourself unto me
Show yourself unto me
Believe in what you know
Believe in what you can touch
Legs agape
Stretching slow
Show yourself unto me
The soft wet kisses
To the mouth of the vagina
Taste exquisite to me

"I believe that when I die I shall rot
and nothing of my ego shall survive"
(Bertrand Russell)
The glabrous beauty
Once the blood dries on the contract
All debts must be paid
Once the blood dries on the contract
You can never go back
All debts must be paid
We form an unmoving tableau
Of adorer and adored
Unsure briefly which is me
Every thought I ever had
Dissolves into nothing

[Solo Wilcock]

When you take me in your mouth
Staring into my eyes
Stretched skin
Mesmerising
All debts must be paid


04. The Promise

Draw near - partake of this altar
For you are fairer in beauty
Than other daughters of man
Recognise and embrace
This glorious proclamation
Of eternal damnation

Place all your faith in sex and death
Rather than the wisdom of the divine
Have no pity for those
Mired in the prophet delusion
Content to be servile for a lifetime
Tis better to be king for a day

Your passing will leave
Scant trace in history
Wiped from memory
Like forgotten dream
Like sand slipping through fingers...


05. My Apterous Angel

If I couldn't see before
I see quite clearly now
This world opens up to me
Wretched and insincere

Further regressing
Into the arms of the delusional
Traditions, religions
Of perpetual mendacity

In deference to
A non-existent God
Souls hesitant and full of fear

A death culture
Dead culture
Sacrament of Holy Orders
Of infamous artifice

The testament of Man
Meeting his monsters

Should we choose to listen
Should we choose to see

Adding clarity and focus
(of) what you are
What you want to be

The subtle distinction
Between human and inhuman

And if couldn't see before
I see quite clearly now
I see quite clearly now

Should we choose to listen
Should we choose to see

[Solo Wilcock]
[Solo Mendonca]


07. Man Without Faith Or Trust

Walking on water
Water into wine

Fear is the opiate that inspires

Clotted screams to scab
Never ceasing repeating

Silence words of righteousness
Fill the angels mouth
The angels mouth.....
Fuck the mouth

[Solo Mendonca]

Immerse the soul in oblivion
An abyss of hallucinations
With time standing still
Standing still

Waiting patiently
Waiting patiently
Under a Judas goatskin
Waiting patiently

To catch the life you throw away
With time standing still
Observe chaos in action
Confront the real and ideal

[Solo Wilcock]


08. The Dark Inside

Drink the blood
Shadows cast
Formless flesh
Your disguise

Divine Hell
Ritual
Crush your shape
Unholy dance

The captive angel
Flailing still
Inside the dark
The dark inside
Taste of the necrotic cadaver

See the blood
Obscene prayer
Intoxicate
Seraph pure

Evil Sublime
Agony
Purified by
My perversion

The captive angel
Flailing still
Inside the dark
The dark inside
Taste of the necrotic cadaver

A perfect suggestion
You understand despite
The words you can really hear
My carnal intention
Unfolds before your very eyes

The night is cold and clear
I cast my gaze to see
Your voice is warm and near
But it means nothing to me
Sea breeze turns to gale
It's harder now to see
Your words are like a veil

Hours drip by
Time burning
Your wine spills from
The glass you barely hold
Disrobing
Sublimely
Reaching down to claim the prize

The night is cold and clear
I cast my gaze to see
Your voice is warm and near
But it means nothing to me
Sea breeze turns to gale
It's harder now to see
Your words are like a veil
But they mean nothing at all

Breathing
Scratching
From the inside

Untouchable
Unreachable
Uncertainty

[Solo Mendonca]

The night is no disguise
The darkness is a mirror

I was feeling blind
Everything seemed new to me
You made up my mind
Lies were really truth you see


09. Footsteps Resound In An Empty Chapel

Hear me
The Antichrist is coming
He who opened his mouth in blasphemy
Against god and his tabernacle
And those that dwell in the heavens

He denies the Father and the Son
He refutes that Jesus is the Christ

And it was given unto him
To make war with the saints
And to overcome them all
Power was given over
All kindred's and tongues and nations...

I am an idea - I exist
Live and breathe - I am real

Call it a moment of inspiration
That allowed my existence
I am a raw and terrible God
I am Antichrist

[Solo Wilcock]

Sticky white bile
Smeared and splattered
Around grey lipped mouths
Heavy death that rapidly decays

The rich and the poor
We are all the same in death
The unmistakable fragrance
Of rigid decomposition
Exacts no distinction


10. Epode

Thinking of words
To describe you
No one can know
How much I trust you
Calling Satan
Master of dark deeds

Discarding the mask
Riddled with shame
I'm taking the task
Worthy to your name

Now I request you
To follow my every move
The more I take from you
The stronger I become

Satan
Master...