The Black Widow's Dance

1. An Ode to you, my Lady of Blood Lust Deeds !

2. Concealed in the veil of Doom and Destruction.

3. She that is None of You, born for the goat-footed Man.

4. O my Barbaric Queen of Babalon, your champions are Dead and live in me.

5. Born again am I, sniffles the fragile Christian, who is no christian.

6. Your Sword piercing deep into the light until light is no more.

7. Darkling sphere of ecstatic pleasure in pain !

8. Yea, your champion am I, Lo, but a child with a little secret.

9. Masks upon malignant faces.

10. Kiss ! Lick ! Dawn of Midnight, Spider of Black without a mate.

11. The fruit of your ventures are but drops of fresh, luscious blood in a Goblet.

12. Feast of Death is in your House, bring thou forth the sacrifice and let us eat like starved vampires upon the carcass of your favourite lover.

13. Wingless Angel, Mother of my mother, Kiss me for I am yours for the taking.

14. Your Hero is He that is None of All but the few.

15. Trampled under foot lies my heart, a tender morsel for the Hounds of Love.

16. O my God, look unto this poor soul. Lift it upon Thy breast, rejoice with my Lady of the forest of Emeralds and Rubies.

17. The Rose is white, the Rood is black.

18. Futile efforts of escape know no place in me.

19. The sacrificed goat am I, now a top the summit of Be With Us, under the sky of Not With Us.

20. Woe is this cipher and Woe to he that gazes upon these lines, for not of you is here a blood thursty savage.

21. Woe is me who writeth this silence of the Lam-b.

22. Rejoice ! Rejoice and make merry ! yours is not to question Why, be he damned for a dog be sure !

23. I pass through and the gate is shut behind me for ever. The Hunt is afoot, fearing Nothing that saught aught in the eyes of a little blackish blue bird.

24. Father of the Night is a Wild Child am I, sacrificed.

25. Blood flowing through is the writing of these small words.

26. The Wars are over, and Alas sadness grips my heart.

27. This is black to the blind and void of light to the fools.

28. Both my heart and tongue is aflame by the sting of that Black Spider who is with a mate no more.

29. No slut to lick my wounds but the black dogs of Hell.

30. Into my Night of Nyx do I dance as great Pan in mating.

31. The echo's of my screams of utter painful delight fill the silence and the silence is not broken, yea, the silence is not broken.