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ARISTARCHUS EODOXUS...
DWELLING WITHIN THE DARKEST GRAVE.
MADNESS AWAITS... NOCTURNITIES ESSENCE...
WHERE THE ANNAENEXXUS EXISTS, WITH THE DYING AND THE PLAGUED...

GAZE INTO THE EYES OF DESPAIR.
FULFILL THE EVIL WITH ETERNAL BONDS OF SUFFERING.
SEE THE RED, DRIPPING WET WITH FEAR.
UNSEALING THE TRUTHS FROM THE VERY BOWELS OF HADES...

IT WAS STILLED, THE RIPPLES THAT SEDUCES.
FOR THE COVAX OF UNBURIED TRUTHS.
FAREWELL UNTO THE FLESH OF THE BODY.
EMBELISHING THE MURDERER THAT DOES'NT REST BENEATH THE RELENTLESS GLOOM...

GAZE INTO THE EYES OF DESPAIR.
FULFILL THE EVIL WITH ETERNAL BONDS OF SUFFERING
SEE THE RED, DRIPPING WET WITH FEAR.
UNSEALING THE TRUTHS FROM THE VERY BOWELS OF HADES...

DEEP WITHIN THIS WRITTEN BRAND OF MISERY.
THEY HAVE WELCOMED US UNTO OUR NOCTURNITY...

OH, IT'S THE NOCTURNAL ESSENCE.
EXISTING WHERE THE FEASTING FLAMES ARE BURNING SO COLD...
FEEL THE SHADOWS LURKING WITHIN IT'S UNKNOWN PRESENCE.
AND THEN THE EVIL WILL FOREVER BE EXPOSED...

BAPTIZED BY A DARK ETERNITY.
DWELLING WITHIN THE BURNING... FURNACE... OF HADES.
WITH THE SUCCUBI, DEVILS, AND THE DEMONS.
AND THE VAMPS, AND THE OTHER DARK, SATANIC ENTITIES...

SHAT OUT WITHIN THE VOID FROM THE AS* OF DEMONS.
AND OTHER CREATURES WHO DWELL AND EXIST BEYOND THE GATES...
SPAT OUT THROUGH UNHARMONIOUS DISCORD AND DISEASED RIDDEN FILTH.
BESTOWING THE HATCHLINGS SPAWNED OF DAEMONS, DEMON SEEDS OF HATE...

THE SHADOWS TEAR, THE SOULS UNBIRTHED.
SHATTERED REMAINS FROM GRAVES UNEARTHED.
UNORTHADOXED SUFFERING IS SATURATED IN VEIN UPON HELLS WALLS.
AND THE BLOOD IS SO THICK AND STAINED, UNCOVERED WHEN NOCTURNITY CALLS...

GAZE INTO THE EYES OF DESPAIR.
FULFILL THE EVIL WITH ETERNAL BONDS OF SUFFERING.
SEE THE RED, DRIPPING WET WITH FEAR.
UNSEALING THE TRUTHS FROM THE VERY BOWELS OF HADES...

DEEP WITHIN THIS WRITTEN BRAND OF MISERY.
THEY HAVE WELCOMED US UNTO OUR NOCTURNITY...

Life is a short moment
Life is a colorful bird.
We live in one world
Why is brother fighting brother.
Why are wars going on?
Why is this so bad?
We are free
Each of us has our dignity.
Our private world
Where the word hurts like a whip.
Where we fight wars every day
And the word love is gone
Where we destroy every day
and we say we are not bad
We drown out the voice of the inner self
Calling, this is our private world.

It was Dallas, Texas,
San Antone, or Idaho,
Maybe in New Mexico,
I don't know...,
Some time ago...,
I met a leather man out on the road,
Crease and fold,
Bent and old,
Had the saddest story ever told,
Chill your soul,
Cut the bone,
He said "I been on a roll,
On the road,
I been on a roll for so long,
It's so wrong...,
He said "What's left of me is cold,
Bought and sold,
Had no one to hold for so long,
It's so wrong...",
He said "No place feels like home,
No, No place feels like home...,
No place has felt like home for so long",
Saddest story ever told...,
"This path is one I chose",
On he goes,
"Up and down the oceans coast,
On a boat,
With nothing of my own,
All alone,
In Alaska where its cold,
With freezing snows,
Spent some time in Mexico,
Way down below,
But no matter where I go,
I know that everywhere I roam,
No place feels like home...,
Something's always off,
Drifter move along,
Black sheep of the fold..."
The man had the saddest story ever told.

One shadow cast caught in itself.
Fear induced myopia with matters of the heart.

To cascade alone, or know loss?
Each will give birth to sorrow, and this tired heart can only take so much.

Lost in the fog, marooned with a monster - the world shrunk in size to a staring contest, and the end of hope was the space in between, cradled in the confines of another's blindspot.

Dark diluted light.
Now grey where once white, but deluded eyes can't tell the white from the grey or the grey from the black.
So the dark becomes home.
And I know the dark, an awful place to visit, dead ends on all sides.

I
Remain
Silent
Knowing
always in mind
see mental twine as it unwinds

you stay
silent,glowering, always in time
see how quirks stays sublime
sleep here
hoping, slowing, always in rhyme
see how the love stays divine

and your waiting
when I return inside I find
i'm waiting
For flowers of evil in your mind
and your fainting
dancing with fire on the edge
Your wane'ing
remembering all of what I said
still waiting
hoping the rains will wash away
here waiting
hoping my guide will show the way
and i'm waiting
dancing with fire on the edge
i'm waiting
remembering all of what I said
with my fire in your heads

I love the smell of your skin
the way you love me deep within
how you hold me so gentle in your embrace
I want to be with you forever
I need to be close to you- leave you never
just as long as will have me
I'll forever be your baby
the first time I met you, I knew
that I could love you- I love you
I never regreted anything except for times
without you- without you
Oh can it be, you feel the same way
like everyday without eachother is a wasted day
You are a ray of light, to light my way
and even through my most darkest day
I know you'll be there to catch me when i fall
for i know you love me after all..after all
I want to be with you forever
need you close.. leave you never
just as long as you'll have me
I'll forever be your baby- forever be your baby

Falling to darkness
Where the sky turns red.
It turns into stark features.
Letting you wish you would live.
You wish you would live.

They're alive, die as I space you. That's where I seize the spell.
The devil loves the pain. Encircle victims, breath the pain.
Buried fears, weak the soul. No more to you, now you're set in stone.
Bowing at your feeds and thoughts. Cold winter freezing
solid, with your fights falling when. He hears voices say," Tall toys gone."
Fell aside with heaps of fear. Dreaded calls springs in year. One attacks
himself from them. Feel your own spirit, a spirit say Say, "Timeout in your
life." What's wrong? You're wrong. We're set in stone.

Because life isn't fair.
Because the chance abound there.
Inside, souls are searching for.
Outside, the pain can't be ignored.

All around lives are the cost.
The fight is yours, terrorized cities lost.
Your world, with permanent thoughts of hate.
With their rights, die.

It's buzzing all around us,
In a never-ending stream,
Electronically digitized transmissions,
And blinding fiber optic beams,

Messages, emails, texts,
TV and the like,
Radio, cellphones, computers,
Microwave saturation blight,

Bouncing off satellites,
Marauding thru outer space,
And it all passes thru us,
On it's highly charged race,

Technology is wondrous,
But what's the real cost?
I'm afraid one day soon,
Our brains won't be the boss,
Worship.......
the CURRENT.

OH NO... I FEEL THE DARKNESS THAT LIES DEEP INSIDE.
SOMETHING UNKNOWN... CARESSES MY BEING WITH UNHOLY DESIGN.
BLED FROM WITHIN... FOR THE BLOOD THAT BOILS DEEP IN MY FLESH.
FOR, NIGHTS ARE GROWING COLD... FROM DARK PASSIONS EXISTING THROUGH NIGHTMARES DREAMT...

THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS, OF DEMONS ARE INSIDE...

BLEEDING MY TEARS, THROUGH THOSE FEARS, THROUGH THE BEASTS WHO NEAR.
AND AS THEY APPEAR, LIFE WILL TEAR, THROUGH DARK IMAGES REFLECTED IN MIRRORS.
UNBOUND NOTHINGNESS ARISES WITH HOLLOW SCREAMS WHICH FOLLOW THE DEEP.
AND UNEARTHED ARE THE DYING, THROUGH VISIONS OF EVIL FOR THE WORLD THAT LIES BENEATH...

THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS, OF DEMONS ARE INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS, OF DEMONS ARE INSIDE...

I CANNOT FEEL MY EMOTIONS OR HEAR MY THOUGHTS.
I FEEL SO DAMNED IN A WORLD THAT TIME HAD FORGOT.
MY BLOOD HAS GROWN, SO BRUTALLY COLD, BENEATH MY WRETCHED SKIN.
AM I ALIVE? OR AM I TO DIE? FOR AN UNBURIED PATH AMONG THE DEMON...

... FOR AN UNBURIED PATH AMONG THE DEMON...

I GO INTO MY UNKNOWN, SINKING DEEP WITHIN MY DEPTHS...
AND AS I BLEED WITH THE DARKNESS INSIDE, I SEE THE JESUS WHO WEPT...

THE BODY OF CHRIST DISPELLS ITSELF, THROUGH ENDLESS PASSION, UPON SATAN'S NIGHT...
ON THROUGH THE DREAD AND THE GLOOMY MISTS THEY DWELL, WITHIN THE FIRE OF ENDLESS DESIRE, FOR ALL THE PAIN WE'RE SURE TO FIND...

TURNING THE PAGE... FOR THE STAGE THAT'S SET THROUGH CHAPTERS OF EVIL.
NOVELTIES OF PAIN... FOR THE STAINED AND THE DAMNED, THROUGH THE FLESH OF YHE DEVIL...
INVERTED CONSORTS... DEVOTIONS TO THOSE DEMONS WHO DWELL IN THE FLESH...
ARISEN FROM THE BOWELS OF HADES... TO CLAIM THAT WHICH IS OWED FROM CENTURIES DREAMT...

THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS, OF DEMONS ARE INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS INSIDE..
THE SPIRITS INSIDE...
THE SPIRITS, OF DEMONS ARE INSIDE...

Well I can tell you read some novel once, got caught up in some fantasy
And I can tell that somehow you think life should be that way
Where there's some valiant prince so handsome there to grace your every sunset
With his elegant bravado swaying maidens on the way

And I can tell you're disappointed
Guess I just don't understand
What it is that you believe
Marks the measure of a man

Once I loved a princess from an island south of nowhere
And we wrapped around each other like the stars around the sky
And you know once in every while now, I can still remember
How we loved as though we'd never lose, and sometimes I still cry

So then you say I'm just a baby
Guess I just don't understand
What it is that you believe
Marks the measure of a man

And once upon some younger time, you were enamored by ideals
But then you got so jaded when you lost your case upon appeals
And all those nights in shining armor, with that countenance of stone
There's never been enough to go around, and so you choose to live alone

I'll light a candle in the desert
And pray you someday understand
That it's the heart that really matters baby
And that's the measure of a man