Under the Moonspell

27. května 2007 v 21:46 | Ëlon |  Moonspell
Under the Moonspell
Tenebrarum Oratorium
(Andamen to I/Interludium)

The majestic horns of Baphomet
are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air
the androgenious light of Lucipher
is our noble passion, most dear and rare

Oh! Faustian spirit of conquest
May be thy allied in this infimious battle
Against the Arauts of Desrespect
Those who step with muddly feet the sapient inscripions of our craddle

To our strenghtening I proudly confess:

I worsip thee, for thez are mz weapons to hurt god.

Oh!Great wings of Beelzebuth
Will you honour me and lay the head
of a son of caym, in the soft sands of Manitou
Whrere I'll sleep under this neophyth Aky of anxienty.
For the dawn of klowledge has a Southern Sing
Delfos will once again desveil its light
And those with eyes will drink this precious wine
But for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight!

To our strenghtening I will re-affirm:

U worsip thee. They are my Shield.
And their message I shall reveal.

Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"

And this southern blend of esoterick sapience
This sensual Mediterranic Philosophy
Will be only and holy science
And these lines both dream and Prophecy!

"Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll can the Wise
Who will destroy this pitful hole of common sense
of desrespeck rof the true occult devise
Those who from, the lambs, shall feel the sharpened spears of

Iworsip thee "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
I worsip thee "Consummatum est!"
Tenebrarum Oratorium
(Andamento II)

Oh! Insinuant tongue of Lilith
Oh! Virtuous latin Langsuyar
Will you both drive me onto an Erudit Zenith?
Will I take part in the lybidious dances of Nergal?

I lust with thee. Pictures, fetishes of luxury!

Does the incomparable beauty of Kali
Still adorn this grey heart, my own
Where the love of Lebasy
Once shined Joy, now Sorrow...

I lust with thee. These exquisite Icons of Impurity!

As I undress you of Pagan beauty
Who embrace my Sex with all your passion and strenght
The lost chimera of Virginity will be your true purity
And thy Crownleyian erotic laws will rule at last!

We, seekers can not deny...

That the Temptation of Samael
Is thy Erotic law of every Man
And i will hesitate not to enter Hell
Where this dioniosiac fortune had ever dwell!
Oh! Phallus of Satanachia, possess with me
These cunted beings to their End
Until the Sunset of their resistance fall
Behind the flowers which adorn their head

I lust with thee. Everlasting seekers of Animality.

Opus Diabolicum
(Andamento III)

"Voa Serpente do orgulho, Măe da terra, nossa Măe
Lei daqueles que clamam
P'lo Homo Natura, p'la flama,
Voa erótico Pentagramma
E destrói, e destrói quem te ama."

Langsuyar T. Rex
Fall 1993 e.v.

"Masturbar-me-ia sobre a tua divindade,
Enrabar-te-ia se a tua fraca existęncia
Oferecesse um cu ŕ minha incontinęncia;
Meu braço o coraçâo te arrancar
Para com o meu fundo horror melhor te penetrar."

Marquis de Sade
(1740-1814) "Fly, serpent of pride,
Mother of earth, our Mother
Law of those who claim
For the Homo Natura, for the flame,
Fly erotic Pentagram
And destroy, destroy those who love us."

Langsuyar T. Rex
Fall 1993 e.v.

"I would masturbate over your divinity,
Sodomize you if your feeble existence
would offer an ass to my incontinence;
My arm thy heart would pull out
So that with my profound horror better could I penetrate you."

Marquis de Sade

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