Black suns rise above me
And dance upon the blood-colored skies
Whose clouds bled
Torn by double-edged daggers
Belonging to a merciless God.

The night sighs those illed secrets
Spoken by those direful creatures
That plot against me and mankind
From the bowels of an oceanic abyss

Sirens and tinker bells weep
From haunted shores
Those sweet laments
Which are lullabies
For the Moonchild that longs for salvation
Underneath my ribs.

In my brains
Crawls a choking fear
And horror stalks from shadows
When full Moon peers
Betwixt raven cloudy candies

That nymph
Named by the gods as Babylon
She hides in the forest
Suddenly comes and seduces
Then she slips away
From my cold and dead lap
Like water from a broken chalice.

The Carpathian mounts
Hold this castle of mine
But somehow this glorious land
Withholds my putrid existence

Beneath the ardent lit streams of Luna
A mystic love between vamps was born
Spawned from the sulfur tears
Of those who feed on their hatred
Under the Pacific’s waves
Mixed with tiny droplets of sun rising dew
From leaves of venomous holms

Oh! I shall soon taste the blood of Jesus
Feel it splashing my mouth
As I lick my own lips
Swallowing the wine in mass.

As I write what could be a sung funeral march
A dirge or a requiem
Damnation in a foreign tongue
I embugger memories inspired
By the restless souls of slaughtered lovers
Whose stench-full corpses I ravened
Now organize a carnage-carnal carnival
In Notre Dame

Every night
I pick up roses
And tear my sinful hands with the thorns
Having not enough
Invoke a rain of bloodthirsty orchids.
My name is Beliar, King of Atlantis
And I am older than the Stars
I am immortal
An those deadly flowers
Just ache on my carcass
And yet so alive
Keep me so fucking vivid

I can clearly remember
When Nastenka and me
Used to start treks in the forest
To hunt puritanical young virgins
Whose tasty blood we drank
From the very vein’s bloodshed.
Those who are now protruding from the underground coffins
From their endless slumber, in my garden…

But beyond these Wailing Walls
I can sense the infernal wrath of the Lord
As I sodomize and torture
His most graceful archangels, now in bondage
Into the squalid dungeon
Of this house of horrors, blasphemies and aberrations…
And eternal damnation.

Through the looking glass
Made of Leviathan’s saliva
Handcrafted and homemade in Sodom
I behold Cthulhu´s army approaching
My beloved castle.

Seraphs preaching sick faith
Thru stanzas and sonnets
Chants and symphonies of sorrow
Thrown up from their slit throats
Bewitch me… enchant me
Wayward cunts
My response is
Thousands of fiends, serpents
Vampires and some other lunar bugs.

Lands and seas
Cower from my insane howls
As I climb down this oceanic abyss
A gothic romance
This defies the stupid and stubborn tot that God is
The biggest Motherfucker of Universe.
A romance was the spark that started the fire.

I disobey
Stare at the Moon
And inhale the fog she exudes
Hair and fangs grow
My desire becomes carnivorous
She gets the sensual lick of Werewolves

And a snow fodder thickens
Like the scarlet slip of Her coffin
And branches of pines
In the Carpathian
A few miles away from Dracula’s grave
Though I wander and shall forever roam
A fairy-story teller
Wanderer of the night
Temptation and damnation
In chains around my ankles
Drifting along Penumbra.