Azathoth - Azathoth (EP) (2007)

Swirling desert sands surround my disembodied ka
As I gaze unblinking into the unblinking eye of Ra
I witness visions of distant vistas eclipsed
By the far-flung, ominous shadows of monolithic monuments

Cyclopean, stone idols placed on rock-hewn plinths
Looming over every obliterated edifice
Like jagged crags protruding from a watery abyss
Towering, tottering obelisks engraved with ancient hieroglyphs

Reach toward the sky like the colossal, clutching claws
Of Cthulhu crushing constellations in triumphant paws
Ascending and rending the trembling heavens with might
Impaling frail seraphim on gore-adorned pikes

Traveling across eternal oceans of sand
I ride with the ghouls on the howling night-wind
To the accursed, nameless city that no living man has seen
Save for myself, in the delirium of dreams

The crumbling, nameless city whispered of in dread and fear
Wherein reside secrets no man else has ever dared to hear
Sinister secrets hissed by strange-tongued fiends
And tempestuous, swirling winds enwreathing my tormented dreams

Amid the pathless deserts of Arabia
Where Irem, the City of Pillars, dreams hidden and untouched

Descending countless steps into Stygian depths below
Beneath the ruins of the city abandoned aeons ago
In this unlighted chamber of unveiled mysteries
Through dusky haze, I gaze upon displays that beckon me

Upon the walls of sunless halls, exotic murals spread
Like multi-colored tapestries illumined by some glow ahead
Their images evoking vivid visions of the past
Depictions of an ancient empire, vast and unsurpassed

The mummified remains of some long-forgotten, elder race
Aligned in rows and donning robes, remain bejeweled and encased

Never shall I forget those strange and ancient things entombed
The realm of radiance that emanates beyond a gate of doom
And the hellish night-wind that commands the sands of barren lands
Howling like the Jinn, it resounds throughout the vast expanse

Al Azif!

That night the wind moaned eerily like the baying of wolves in chorus
Who worship the moon so drearily in the gloom-haunted womb of the forest
The glow exuded by the moon entered my window, filled the room
And entranced me like sirens luring vessels to their doom

A frightful blight of benightmared slumber
Daemoniac visions rent my dreams asunder
Plagued by haunting images of love, sex, and death
Of the fair enchantress, my beautiful Elizabeth
Of halo-strangled seraphim—Of hanging heretics
Of my beloved, fallen angel dangling derelict

Ghastly phantasmagoria!

I waked and arose from restless repose
Flew to the window, then at length I froze
I beheld a distant figure, an apparition in the fog
Donning the familiar visage of my lost love

She came unto me like Ligeia in the night
Enrobed in velvet shadows like nocturnal wings in flight
And beckoned me to follow her through the gnarled trees
To the fog-enshrouded mausoleum plagued by death’s disease

Seduction from beyond the grave
Desire’s nocturnal call
Her amaranthine beauty unscathed
She claimed my heart and soul

I proceeded without fear or the slightest hesitation
Blinded by her beauty and the persuasion of temptation
With scarlet kiss, she licked my lips and grasped me hungrily
Her eyes, afire with fervent desire, seduced me utterly

We coalesced by candlelight
Baying like the wolves in the dead of night

Our midnight tryst—bedewed with mist—was abruptly interrupted
By the dark, unholy terror of ecstasy corrupted
A horrific feeling sent my head reeling with nauseating dread
Repulsive revelation: copulation with the exhumed dead

The spell inexplicably lifted, I stared aghast at my betrothed
My delicate rose, decomposed—wilted, withered, and unclothed
Vermin squirmed in every orifice of my beloved, rotting bride
Who lured me to her lair of lust, where evil doth reside

I endeavoured to cry out, but alas! no sound escaped me
Bound by lifeless limbs, rigor-mortis-stiffened to enslave me
Crimson tears leaked through the walls—The coffin filled with blood
Stifling my gurgling screams as the casket lid creaked shut

In the stillness of the gentle woods, amidst the wintry breeze
A piping could be heard resounding through the twisting trees
A funeral dirge—sung by carrion birds—for the woman who captured my heart
Who fell from grace—in death’s embrace—and shared cadaverous kisses in the dark

Succubus, with eyes agleam
Please come for me in darkest dreams
I worship thee, my demon queen
Goddess of all deeds unclean

Thy celestial body eclipsing mine
Like occultation when spheres align
Wrists kissed with razor lips divine
Drink of mine like wine sipped from a brimming chalice

Like semen dripped from a demon’s phallus

In purest pleasure—ecstasy
Unfurl thy limbs—Envelop me
Captivated by thy immortal beauty
Eternal darkness engulfs me

Succubus, be unto me
Please come for me, nocturnally
That I may be as one with thee
In the embrace of eternity

Thus spake the Devil’s concubine:
“My soul is damned, but my heart is thine”
Like serpents slithering hither and thither
Our spines entwined that night divine

Beneath a veil of pale moonlight

I pulled her close, pulled her unclothed
A masterpiece unsheathed
Her body was a work of art
A flawless sculpture betwixt my sheets

She quivered and quaked like a woman possessed
Exorcised naked ‘neath my ardent caress

We embraced like rotting lovers
Molesting one another six feet under
Serenaded by the crack of distant thunder
A lithe lycanthrope at my freely offered throat
She feasted flesh asunder to appease her beastly hunger

Parting arteries like red seas
Like autumnal leaves from trembling trees
She, with legs spread like disease
Sang arias on hands and knees

Crimson ribbons cascaded palisades of flesh
Painting scarlet portraits on tortured canvas
Whilst the moon in full bloom cast its lunar caress
Upon her sculpturesque, glistening breasts

Like a brush upon the canvas
The preying of the mantis
As scavengers in ravenous rapture
We devoured red showers of pleasure

Together forever in vampiric lust
In a netherworld of never-surrendering dusk
Consumed like doomed Prometheus
Enwombed in a tenebrous Tartarus

Descending into the yawning abyss
A churning maelstrom of madness
Pain and pleasure, in equal measure
With passion, we kiss in deathless bliss

An enigmatic puzzle-box of intricate design
Black lacquered faces gilded like pharaonic sarcophagi
Components shifting mechanically to realign
Accompanied by the tinkling of an ethereal lullaby

The tolling of unholy bells pealing from beyond
Like the metallic thunder of Memnon hailing the golden dawn
The sudden fluttering of raven wings like wounded angels
Surrounds the room, abounds and blooms from undiscovered angles

Hierophants, please baptize me in crimson seas of agony
Baptize me in menstrual seas of otherworldly ecstasy
Rend my flesh with thy steel caress—Grant me thy dark delights
Sacred order of exquisitely disfigured Cenobites