THE VAMPIRE

You who, like the stab of a knife,
Entered my plaintive heart;
You who, strong as a herd
Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,
To make your bed and your domain
Of my humiliated mind
? Infamous bitch to whom I'm bound
Like the convict to his chain,
Like the stubborn gambler to the game,
Like the drunkard to his wine,
Like the maggots to the corpse,
? Accurst, accurst be you!
I begged the swift poniard
To gain for me my liberty,
I asked perfidious poison
To give aid to my cowardice.
Alas! both poison and the knife
Contemptuously said to me:
"You do not deserve to be freed
From your accursed slavery,
Fool! ? if from her domination
Our efforts could deliver you,
Your kisses would resuscitate
The cadaver of your vampire!

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE


(Translation by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil, 1954)
portrait

portrait

painter

painter

lust machine

lust machine

VISIONS OF A BLIND ORDER

..He who graces himself a joy
Fell the grief he may destroy
An unending glorious lie
Harm the power and defile..

SANCTUS DIAVOLOS - ROTTING CHRIST

trance

trance

lilith

lilith

TEARS OF TIME

Tears of time - lost in the light
Tears of pain - found in the self
Deny your equals
Destroy the testimony of days past
The door of damnation open
Reason as goal
Destroy the beast in your thoughts
Like the dust in your hands
Like the dust in your hands
like the dust in your hands
Tears of time - lost in light
Tears of time - just an illusion
Tears of time - lost in light
Tears of time - just an illusion

ILLUSIONS - CREMATORY

lethal

lethal

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