Yours Immortally

Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its arrival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil's Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat leapt to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphonies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these stated sacred vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray