Let my dreams become your nightmares,
Let my words become your sweetest rhyme…
Let me spill your blood, the one who dares!
Let me come forth and ruin your time…

To bring our swords upon the light
To bring my lust towards your sight
To bring our flames upon the night
To bring my hate towards mankind

The time has come for me to take command
And my dreams to come true into this world…
The time has come for hatred to expand
And my love to be transformed into the cold…
 
Let my dreams become your dreams,
Let my dreams become your sweetest pain,
Let my dreams become your dreams
Let my dreams become your darkest fantasy

To bring our lust upon the light
To bring my sword towards your sight
To bring our hate towards mankind
To bring my flame upon the night…

(1999)

“Sweet Red Divine”

Razors… blood… and growing thirst…
Escape in bloodred ways…
Dagger… fluid… and salvation…
I run away from burning rays…

Sweet red divine…
First and foremost sign…
The castle born of darklight mist,
This grim and hateful beast…

How could thou leave me in thy dreams
As a prisoner, locked within those moaning walls?
How could thou mock me in thy solar gleams?
As a hunted, not the hunter, within those cold-dark halls?

Thy dawn of flames approaches,
Carrying my broken wings
Thy sigh of anguish absorbes me,
Like a wingless bird that sings
Oh such a gruesome song
A song of fallen majesty
Of dreams burnt down for oh so long
Of one’s shattered hopes…

Yet one more dawn takes it’s place
Yet one more soul has been mislead
Yet one more night turns into some misty haze
Yet one more day comes, so sad…

Still waiting,
Waiting for the end
Still hating,
With all the hate that’s left…

Crestfallen and lovelorn,
If I only could vanish into this silent night
Unseen, forgotten and forlorn
If I only could find the way beyond the clouds,
Beyond the mortal end, the way that leads
Unto the everflaming shores of doubts…

Darkness… mourning… and bloodlust…
Sunlight ceased, here comes a ghastly hope…
Anger… hatred… and glowing rust…
Sunset! Forth the light! Here comes a rope…

Sweet red divine…
My blood is streaming oh so fine…
Shadows come and have my soul
This is it, what a pitiful role…!

(1999)

«Ixaxar (Mira De Intimis Gentibus Libyae, De Lapide Hexecontalitho)»

Gens ista avia et secreta habitat,
In montibus horrendis foeda mysteria celebrat

De hominibus nihil aliud illi praeferunt quam figuram,
Ab humano ritu prorsus exulant, oderunt deum lucis

Stridunt potius quam loquuntur;
Vox absona nec sine horrore aufitur

Lapide quodam gloriantur,
Quem Hexecontalithon vocant;
Dicunt enim hunc lapidem sexaginta notas ostendere

Cujus lapidis nomen secretum ineffabile colunt:
Quod Ixaxar...

(1998)

«Carnal Lust And Wolfen Hunger»

Everlasting dusk arrives in silence,
Carrying pure enchanted sorrow on it's darkly blackened wings...
The fierceful wind is the only one to hear my woes,
Sighs of a wanderer with soul engraved in mournful sorrow...

I behold the ghastly silhouette, beautiful as fire
She awaits and welcomes me
To join her in the endless journey through the sinful mire,
To soar infernally when becoming one...

Beyond the sacred gates of sulphur kingdom
I crowned her to be my lunar queen of blood...
We moan in crescendo of carnality and rivers weep below us,
In scorching flames and nightly shroud our bodies clad...

          ... May I kiss thy bleeding wound, my lustful princess?
          ... May I grant thee my bliss and devour thy utopian dreams?
          ... May I drink thy blood as the most precious wine?
          ... May I whip thy naked skin and hear thy tortured screams?

My hunger arouses...
... and I shall rape thee once again...

(1999)

«I Saw Them Dying»

... High above the pantheon, beneath the lunar clouds
A majestic mirage strays beyond the spiritual skies,
Hornshadowed images vanishing into the gallery of doubts...
... I see the angels dying and behold their fear-filled eyes

I saw them dying, with tears of pain no human may conceive...
I saw them dying, upon the throne of beast -
Vampiric lord in the shape of a ruthless wolfen grief...
I saw them dying, taken by the winterstorm they may not resist...

Blessed be the rain filled with angelic blood
Blessed be the nocturnal realm where I belong to...
       ... where I praise carnality and
                            hail the pleasures of flesh!

(1999)