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Howling wings sear through ancients halls
Where rebirth is naught but an illusion
To the fecund necropolis
And the dead and decaying

The stars spit their vitriol at new lights
That would but expand their domain
To the kingdoms
And feudal lords of old
Where strength ruled with an iron fist
Better to die with sword in and, than through faith

Porcelain lips of the deepest sin
Cast a hardened glaze over the skeletal dust

And when the night swallows the day
And the Ravens rise in pairs to the full moon waxing, tormentedly
The time of decay has arrived in glorious decadence
For when the elements wear away the masks that hide
The corruption ‘neath the twisted suicide
Realizations come at last as madness descends
Like the swirling effigies of the Abyss
Thrown from towers of sole-presence
Stripped from rich, red lips to bare skin
Sunken to dreams of a nightmare in Carpathia

In ancient Midian, dementia incarnate
Where the false façade is but an illusion
And a night of slaughter is ecstasy for the pleasures of day
Sadistic flights of Hell

Dark mirrors, a portal perverted to sin
The infernal demon machine, gears turning within
Holding truths against sacred oaths
Burning desire related to the fetid maggot-ridden carcass
From fields of bones and dead flesh
For on the scales of Anubis, identity is no matter

In ancient Midian, the City of Masquerades
Where night falls with the executioner’s blade
The thin veneer that hides the sneer
Is worn away unto the bestial glade

Prayers sung to the night goddess of slaughtering revelry
Desecrate ancient hedonist raids
Prayers sung to the heady times of mindless revelry
Are common occurrences here in this palace
Of Stars dying and wicked serenades flying

Sanctified maledictions are a sad waste in these twisted halls
Glaring from behind the veil are hissing malcontents
Wretched in their daze
Spitting curses as if to prevail
Against hastening skies of tormented azure
And a sickening purple to turn Heavens to Hell
And to graze against the laws of the Normal, and promulgate
Convulsions of Nature

Samael was lost without trace unto this demented realm
Labyrinthine manors that twist the mind
And leave questions of sanity
Madness
Sunset, darkness
A radiant glowing of sibilant gloom
Rain and dark, murder, and the ever-present luminescence
Of hatred, unfulfilled

Twisting perversions to an eviscerated, sanguine fool
For, under the mask of hysteria
And under the teeth that hide the dagger-pointed smile
Lurked there, a wholly wicked stare, left in tatters
And when the breath of life flees
And darkness descends with the coming of night skies
Ancient Midian, the City of Masquerades
At last
Dies…