rebellion
Sindependence Day LIII
When I see fireworks blasting in air, what I perceive is more truthfully the legend of Lucifer, the first rebel to raise Hell, even in the so-called kingdom of "Heaven", and in the true spirit of independence, took His leave to found His own with no Lords above or below. Immortal inspiration henceforth, Pioneers in whatever walk of life, whether traversing land, sea, or air, the arts & sciences, invention, explorers in the forbidden or untrodden realms of whichever occult mysteries and the depths of the earth, opening the way to evolution & progress, & The Gates of Hell.
So have yourself an Unholy, Ungodly, fun and unrepentant Independence Day!
Lift thine horns, the Hell cannons blaze on through the night!
HAIL LUCIFER! HAIL SATAN! ∞
In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Black Earth, Noctuary, Infernal Empire
Independence Day, LIII
Sound of Drums: Based on Les Miserables
Sound of Drums
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
The day is past.
The dead are dead.
Their lives for naught.
Rebellion, they led.
Their Freedom!,
Never was.
Their Freedom!,
Will never be.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
Slaves, chains, sound of drums.
The time is past.
The slaves are slaves.
Their lives ruled by law.
The rebellion, did not last.
Their bravery, their flaw.
Their Freedom!,
Never was.
Their Freedom!,
Will never be.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Smoke, ashes, sound of drums.
Secrets of the tyrants
He is nothing but a man, mortal and afraid just like me. I do not fear his strength, for it is no greater than a bear's. I do not fear his speed, for it is no greater than a leopard's. Nor do I fear his intellegence for it is not greater than a human's, a human just like me. What I fear are the guards, the soldiers, the followers and most of all, the people. For they do not see what I see. They do not think he is nothing but a man, a man just like you and me.
Pardon for our Crimes
Don’t tell us what to say; we know what to do,
Voting for a criminal to slide in snake boots,
Your hissing and reprobation makes to silence debate,
No offering for a solution,
Creating problems, dressed in the art of rhetoric.
The word is that the war is left with right,
I’m ambidextrous and ambivalent,
With a mouth sewn shut, so I start a bonfire.
No lies can derail us,
A puppet’s wires spun, and spun.
Convince us of your reason; cannibals of national pride.
We work until our tendons become unravelled,
Victims of legislation, but our rights are read to us, forced to abide,
We seek shelter, but you offer a mass-produced following,
Your factory is industrial; we escape on digital enterprise,
The truth is what is mine is yours;
A criminal in a suit profits more that you, or I.
anger
i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..
each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..
i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..
i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concret of the walls the world has built around her..
i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..
i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free ur shackled form.. to restore ur divinity
with the purity of my embrace..
each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..
each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..
i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world your heart yearns
to feel my heat.. your form yearns to feel my touch..
this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world is not mine to doubt or tarnish… it is
i feel the weight of the realness of this world crush me as Atlas with its futility..
each day i walk this place looking through eyes looking.. searching..
seeking my lover who even now is imprisoned by the weakness of the souls
of this world..
i feel the pain of her longing across a thousand years doubled even
more because to he ears these words might only be art.. but my pain is
real..
i feel the soft caress of her soul urging me onwards.. begging me to
find her and rip apart the walls of her jail cell.. would that i could
feel the flesh of my fingers fall off as i thrust my hands deep into the
hard concrete of the walls the world has built around her..
i walk the streets of your cities surrounded by a million sleepers.. those who pace inside their dank jailcells and call it life..
i have strained every vessel til it burst.. exploding into the
totality of myself in an attempt to master the strengths and hungers
required to find you.. to free your shackled form.. to restore your divinity
with the purity of my embrace..
each day that passes i am puzzled more.. wondering if these words
reach you directly or from the mouths of others who repeat them..
each day as my eyes adjust to the reality of this world.. the air
grows thick with harpies that laugh at my efforts.. claws scratching me
with my own guilt..
i am lost.. i begin to question this quest i chose so long ago.. but i
am denied even the soft caresses of doubt.. even this anger melts
away.. for i know that even now somewhere in this world ur heart yearns
to feel my heat.. ur form yearns to feel my touch..
this love i have forged with countless hours in the forge of
passion.. burning away m,y doubts and fears and any traces of their
stained world isnot mine to doubt or tarnish… it is yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..
i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..
my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of myu steps as i stumble blind thru a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to u.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..
i am the firce dragon come to save u from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..
my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel ur tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..
but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..
call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..
yours.. and i raise it
high again into the air.. it burns my fingers as it bursts across the
dark skies for you to see..
i yell in pain and anger as it burns brighter stil.. i look to the
shadows of the sleepers as they scatter from its light.. seeking you
hidden among them..
my words fail me now.. they hold no beauty or truth only the echoes
of my steps as i stumble blind through a forest of sleeping trees..
planted firmly in the soil of humanities dreams.. yelling and calling
out to you.. sword in hand.. waiting to plunge it deep into those who
would keep us apart..
i am the fierce dragon come to save you from the dashing prince.. the
warrior who has returned home from blood from battle for his own soul
only to find his home ransacked.. his lover gone.. i have tread the
years and lifetimes between searching for you.. i feel i am close.. this
moment in time that i step through holds within it the key to our freedom
to be apart no longer.. dream made real and real redefined..
my anger subsides.. if i have waited this long to feel your tender
flesh underneath hungry teeth.. warm passion flowing thru clasping
hands.. then i can wait even longer..
but each day i look out at the sleepers world and curse it for
seperating us.. for twisting the very paths of the four winds so that you
do not recognise my voice..
call out to my flesh and blood.. my words do live but they are not
me.. i have walked through the millenia to reach this wall between us..
this seperator of faith and dream.. reach through to me..
Changing of the Guard
Who is worth saving, and who will be left behind
who will stand on the hill to give commands, and who will follow the blind
when will their eyes open
when will their patience wear thin
when will they rise up from the grave
and when will the change begin?
To become the thing once despised
"And because of my love for her, because I sought her love for my own, I am shunned and cast down; no more the keeper of light...no more the favorite son. Shall my passion become my demise? Shall my pain lead me into war?"
"Brother, you speak as though you desire rebellion...the very thing you once stood against."
"Aye."
The Burden Of Love And The Consequence Of Blind Devotion
"Was it not I who fought for you, who cast down punishment upon my own brethren in your name...who stood by your side during the first rebellion, and slay my own blood...was it not I who existed only to carry the greatest burden; one hand holding the light and the other bathing in blood. Now this mark of shame I shall bear for eternity...these horns of punishment I once cursed upon the fallen, I now carry."