Like the obsequious ass,
Champing at its bit,
Lost in perennial drudgery,
At the hands of a zealous master.
For Thine Is The Kingdom Of The Flesh,
And what’s certain - the spheres of Life and Death,
Lay Littered with corpses, flanked amongst ruin,
For Thine Is The Kingdom.
As such the burdens of man,
Restricting each and every breath,
Laboured and fumbling, man marches on,
Into the ineffable dark.
For Thine Is The Kingdom Of The Flesh,
And what’s certain - the spheres of Life and Death,
Lay littered with corpses, flanked amongst ruin,
For Thine Is The Kingdom.
For Thine Is The Kingdom Of The Flesh!

Drink! From the wretched blood of Christ,
Of Life eternal & predilection to the night,
The seething hunger,
Of Bloodlust and of host divine,
Thy cup aplenty, Overfloweth o’er Zion.
Hark! Ablaze the gate of Gethsemane,
Behold re-creation,
Corpus Christi - Judas’ deed,
The darkened kiss,
Now gain insight into life divine,
Of time eternal,
Dark awakened, hell entwined.
There are those, whose teeth are swords, Whose Fangs - Knives!
Dark! Agony and Death align,
Accursed resurrection,
Borne unto Judah & Christ maligned,
The vampire kiss,
Curse the two unto all time,
To walk the earth,
And drink the blood of life divine.
There are those, whose teeth are swords, Whose fangs - Knives!
At Gethsemane, vampires are born.
Forever the years,
Their bloodlines adorn.
Accursed resurrection,
To drink from thine cup,
Forever, the spear’s wounds,
Fill Christ’s bloodied cup.
At Golgotha, vampires are born,
Forever the years
Their bloodlines adorn.
‘So Jesus said to them, “Truly, Truly, I tell you, unless you eat the flesh and drink the blood of the Son Of Man, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. For My flesh is real food, and My blood is real drink. Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood remains in Me, and I in him.”’

Come thou weary eye’d wanderer,
O burdened and tragic soul!
Whose heart beats heavy of pity,
of shame, malaise and woe.
I dare thee now, to step into the depths of the night,
To marvel at her beauties, and at death’s eternal delights.
I came, I saw, I conquered - the realms of death.
I came, I saw, I conquered - the world of the flesh.
Hark now! Descend among the pale shadowed wilds,
Dare ye heed the darkened calls, echoing and beguiled?
Shall ye dance beneath the sullen and poignant moonlight,
And abandon fleeting sojourn and death’s wings prepare flight?
I came, I saw, I conquered - the world of the flesh.
I came, I saw, I conquered - the realms of death.
Doth thee drink from the devil’s bloodied cup,
To ponder eternity’s kingdom within each consummate sup?
Doth thee gaze dreary and drown in death’s eternal trance,
And join in the wytches dance?
Dare thee relinquish life’s harrow & negate God’s utter false promise?
To lay waste to his kingdoms - and recite the devil’s curse?
Shall thee relieve thou burdened soul of forsaken and troubling ire?
And join with me, thus - Transform into eternal Vampire?

Beyond the borders,
Beyond Life and Death,
Beyond the forests,
Beyond life’s last breath.
There stand kings,
A bloodline from hell itself,
And hell it rages,
In the Hearts Of these men.
The eternal bloodlust,
The ineffable hatred,
The damning tempest,
The darkest of allures.
Forever enshrouded,
By the sheaths of Basarab.
Their houses many,
The Flaming Hordes Of Basarab.
Of rape and pillage,
Of darkness and of night,
Vampiric Legacy,
And of Satan’s might.
Will curse the lands,
And kingdoms ever come,
And consume many,
Who’s hearts dare succumb.
In throes of genesis,
In pangs of creation,
Of history and future,
Within depths of damnation.
The oncoming blood storm,
And into the blinding night,
There stands the house of Basarab,
And of Satan’s might.
Forever enshrouded,
By The sheaths of Basarab.
Their houses many,
The Flaming Hordes of Basarab.

As the chasm yawns,
And all light slips away,
Into firmament gaping and dark,
Be still, my beating heart.
As the great old ones slumber,
And the days turn into yesterdays.
As eternity’s song now falters,
Be still, my beating heart.
In The absence of Gods,
Death shall have no dominion,
And In the absence of gods,
All creations of time decay.
In the absence of Gods,
Transform this fleshy tomb,
And In the absence of Gods,
Be reborn from eternity’s womb.
As the great old ones slumber,
And memories fade away,
Now revel in the deeds of the flesh,
And be still, my beating heart.
I fear not, The relinquishment of spirit.
I fear not, In renouncing kingdoms come.
I fear not, The abandonment of Jehovah.
And I fear not, The stilling of my heart!

Entrenched in blasphemies,
And trappings of the flesh,
Twilight leitmotiv,
The night perfumes with death.
From cold hard grounds,
Beget and bleed,
Eternity in each drop.
Navigate the seas,
Of time stood still; eternities
Grow cold and permeate disease,
As history unfolds.
Come thou contemplate forever,
And lurk in firmament lupine.
Commit to ghastly acts of terror,
Consume in extremis, sanguine!
And death shall have no dominion, True darkness definite.
And death shall have no dominion, Sempiternal Vampire!
In vivid fantasy,
And reverie beguiled,
Incarnate of disease,
And threnody enshrined.
From cold hard grounds,
Beget and bleed,
Eternity in each drop.
Befoul the stars of Heaven,
And outlive the Gods of old.
Come thou contemplate forever,
And lurk in firmament lupine,
Commit to ghastly acts of horror,
Consume in extremis, sanguine!
And death shall have no dominion, Adrift in ceremony,
And death shall have no dominion, Eternal Vampire!