svart alvor On the top of the foothill she held a blade in her paw and with an expression something between angry and sad she whispered to herself: "Die". she meant it. then... silently growled on her wooden grave by wolfram winterfuhr, a bad little snow leopard who wanted to be a big winter wolf completely exhausted in november 2nd, 1002 This is one story for her One story with me And a nightful of little wishes.... Let our bane to be I (Darkly Loved) Below Graveland Skies Austere witch in scars and hits making up fights And then she suicides..... As her lever to chop and sever For the seasons to be sixteen forever And she rapes without crapes Virginity love-rape mates In her kills the life that spills Corpse-looming analogy thrills Dying in practice is theory for the drills And she cuts out the guts Out for woods she drags the sluts And damn well playing Hell Plays to damn their everycell Across the easter mountain border Another fisted sister smell brings the norther Across her to gather disorder Yet again, Death in search ends in depression surge Everblack feeling of that which does not kill, hurts... The fathomless beauty of you, my Death I truly adore - I swear, and yet... You adored my cat but we two haven't yet met From gashes to gashes, lust to lust I am for now but do I must! Saw trust in Her eyes, made rusty fur cry But aghast she never was for me, Norwegian Bast of mine... For herself she was terrified Not ever, once or twice I felt her whimper not even thrice (As the wolfish destiny withered by) Will I ever remember to die? " Death, intact, we both loved her but Death did not choose me among Still she MUST for me return and then I ask her What the fuck took so damn long..... " Death by whim, fine while dim I love blood upon her fin Death, quietus, impeachment Pretty doll but somewhat bent I should sue you dry, my friend Or should I say 'my Love' instead. (September, 1002) II The Midautumn Eve Snuff Story Kill, little friend Rape in tender ravishment Sink your fangs into your paw And mend your world by your own end For your touch is raw Invite your demons to make cruelty for your angels Deranged and angered to cruelly shoot strangers Christian god of tales like the Adversary The bible as a rifle in military poetry It is gun, his core Help yourself said elf maid more Wolf-squatter cat's my only life I shit on the frigid omniphile And She is mental as sweet Death of mine Look deep into my eyes and believe: I need to die. May your touch be raw even for me By your victims you've got wounds to share Admit you are the same dark Her I'd take my life to get to dwell there.. An autumn-furred died friend [on an orange background] Psycho-bitch skull with a rent Bit by a heaven hound Fuck me with the earthly cares [sight of autumnal evening airs] Death the beloved licks all despair Fuck the mundane stares for a while for I love suicide Kuolo tassut ruskaa On lopun elon loputonta Veren neidolla hyvä nuolla Tänään on hyvä päivä Tänään on vitun hyvä päivä. (September, 1002) III The Compassion of Mr. Aarseth Felid sweet, your grave is ice And I loved you Still it's always good when someone dies No matter who Even when it comes to cats This'd be true Pain is ceased and eased regrets Of things you ever had to do And when to abide Death makes me still She plays cruel I either need to kill or Her to act real Beloved midafternoon, Last dawnysky (s)pinewood To burn I yearn her tomb For this is how I feel Paws covered in alcohol Absinthe the demon doll Liquid jade eyes water thrill Fierve felinity out to call Claws to reap and fangs as steel It is poison, your love, my dear And by poisoned tooth we do heal The eve is coarse, we know no fear No, no fear (Only a little scare) But Death, my heart gets colder We shall fuck when you grow older The destructor and I share some view from compassion Nihilistic eye in the satanick verve of surpassion But Death, me friendly foe... How come we've not yet even kissed? Ah, you can try to hide your furrow Eventually it'll meet me fist! Ohlin dead cut, shot and scored her younger Reluctant Death, patient Norwegian thunder It's only deatholic misogynism, sweet Miss Perhaps your world could then find peace such as this (September, 1002) IV Sutena Sillä kansanmurha on seksiä. [prelude for Angel-Blade] (September, 1002) V Angel-Blade [I] A little campfire at the churchyard The last feast around blashphemous howlfire And rainy scent for nightwood cross-tarred And bloodsmell blade, curl the barbed wire Soon the hyoominine'll need more tombs They've got no god, but they've got faith And they shall be put through their glooms For we strike from the mist as haunting wraiths Toying to mood the bloodward course Suisatanic and sensual Finally we kiss the pale whores Cast down the rosy shores Misanthropy Is Essential More than a lifestyle, we pass a deathstyle And soon the lust for short wildlife is fed Like a cat-sweet cyanide vial What the mundane apes of god don't ever get World's best seen through the eyes of the dead Might this Biathanatos add fuel to our desire To bid filthy farewells in the forest We lust as any barding vampire But unlike them..... Tired and bitten, we do dare! To raise our pain into the air We will kill And whenever down enough, cry We hate life of the human race Strike mace into their face! We will kill And whenever desired - Die We rip the parts of immanuel cunts Crush the humanist bone in crunch Mortmaid nubile to us in bleed Seize unworthy lives on the mead Blood dusk on their end of creed Made evolve to fangs from our teeth "Lopun iltapäivänä myrskyää lunta Sekä koko karun maaperän koulukunta" Hunger's ours archaic and coarse We seek blood so raise your swords! We will kill Sweet depression at times high The sleepy kin of mist and marsh Raise your rage into the stars We Will Kill And eventually we _shall die_ (Autumn, 1002) VI Maa ja metsä. Kalliot ja kissa. Violated roses once aflame Fifteen seasons 'bove her wooden grave A cat disputing over suicide with her 'soul', A piece of injustice now covered with mold Live like a corpse as in her snow inscribes Enter through the gates, leave through the pipes....... The seventeenth autumn was her last To herself the first boulder was cast Veri, muutamat järvet ja monet joet Insomniac sleeper, a warrior, a poet Red hatress bleeder to the late autumn tomb I swear... I shall always crave for you My very own christendom-infringing catgrrl God lost a bet here ... seems she always loses Hmmm ... ( This I don't believe but the reason I wish to die is You ) No rush in tusk to just drip dry No care for her to terrify No sun upon the con of life No friends, defence against her futile M-six-teen 'nam fang at hand Freesoul dawn and future damned Life's cold, makes even spirits freeze A stiff ugly vulvivaga with every disease Unchosen river dive, still waterfur in ocean glister She's death kin and fimbulwinter's icy sister All furries look a little silly when wet This tigress felt even colder, then dead (October, 1002) VII Three Seasons and Cunting We are the ones who feast death as wine Living in and putting end to the now We are creatures capable of dying And have every right to learn how [flashback of Angel-Blade] (October, 1002) VIII Vulpes Fulva i hanna ja kettu a fox in her dulcet play calmly smites, with glac‚ lips bites a view to a kiss marks neck bay then she casts her lucent eyes in the marbled air a rookery of little murder birds soar there with strong wings and glacier misk for the girl the vulpine offers the glance of the basilisk ii kompastunut enkeli the fox wrests awry mind cuts clothing shards to tightly bind used and noosed the girl seeks away while cords strengthen in the luminescent rain were a demon a furred angel tossing soary morbid revelation unto cruel autumn weathers sulking in raven feathers it had too much delicacy to be iii lumimyrsky bizarre blizzard snow for me iv langennut tähti the silvering touch of her falcate eye and made-up fur, she's a teen and five at least she's a little sister of mine more radiant than a naked, wet vulpine after cat night's the sunrise reveal this starry crest sugar-coating is dark rock at svartest future paws profane the girl's holy day enamel claws tighten her sweet dismay i've never seen anygirl tied with such strange pride (October, 1002) IX Angel-Blade [II] Both shoulders with a sitting crow Like a canine spirit finishing the prowl Trudge the snow to end the rove In Scandinavian sacred grove So it will come to this... Hatred burns in saddest yearns Climbing up the rock that turns Derisions might slash, stab us hurt Yet every blaze we die in dirt We'll rise and chop them back from Earth to Earth By sword we teach doctrines of the rude We torment for the love of the truth Malcontent life, addict to dive But first let scream the reaping scythe Retort by right - We want fight! Lest we hide to suicide Frayed, cried, but ever back to strike Ever.... until our ends Serving life for a while Lunged with misanthrope guile Only blood will efface our lashing desire This venomous eve brings enormous feed We fuck the fire from those who ever had creed The world isn't painted in black and white Nor in the shades of grey Like the darkest autumn night Black it is all the way Darkened emotion not too recens mood We suffer for the love of the truth Crossover into vein and blade Cat in hells chance to fade the hate Duskphilia tempestuous pledged to arise North European Winter petrifies Was it death or some dog we adored We all shall fall down by the sword (Mírcke grace, dead pallored embrace) In my love I shall not lie: I want to die I want to die... Death doesn't work the way she should So we'll hang ourselves upon Her For we love the truth (October, 1002) X She Sent All Gods to Hell [opening for the eleventh track] (October, 1002) XI Every Heart My Cat Defiles, Butcher Meister Tale - Sieg Heils! Absinthismus capriced lover Threw so many lives to bowers Silencing the cathedral bell She sent all gods to Hell [To me] "Don't let me down, my dear Or your little foxie will lose an ear And if you fuck things up completely... She might lose her life, Maybe even virginity" From ash and dust her vengeance towers Skyhigh-burnt for little fiery flowers Ill-maturated dionysian beast Sweet coralline fallen anger released She took my sister for satan feed Feat of vulva on the vulpine meat In the sharpened marbled box seat with her She followed the defeat of God nearly there She holds a machete on my fox's throat I can do nothing from this embedding moat Nix tries to take sacrilegious road in terrible fear [With Lumi] "Every word you plea, you'll take back Or I'll get you a filthy..." "Fuck you, pussy" My sister cries and the cat, she smiles "...rag!" There's much in her derelict pain, she's no longer sane (Like that was in anyway new....) Well, at least we're getting our rain [To Lumi] "Joy of detaching work to you, fudging jew" Then she points her jesting stare at me Her credence alone could rape the trinity But would she roast this aryan-white leopard Who has made such bliss Or give his sister to the national socialist shepherd Since I truely hope it is Me she wishes To kiss This is slipping into frost-bitten days of ember Super Moredhel sisters hailing Death in November [She turns to me] "Come here, my lover. You want a wound?" I guess her presumtion is that I should She knows all the seven deeds That the older bible's existence challenged do She knows how fourteen have been freed In the eight tragedies of you-know-who [To Lumi] "How's the blade on your fluff-ear, lil' mocker?" The fox's eyes tell her to *silflay hraka* Like she had longer ears in the out-back, Winters here taking care of this tigress cat... No! I raise myself to join the shivaree to meet her wasping, little knife Nix grumbles and grins, unable to speak And now that I have catamounted the peak I collide with the reddening ground I admit I love her life Whilst my own drips joyfully around (October, 1002) XII Life tortured her well ["she between"] "i leave my aerie tree in madness come to think i've done before why it must be always madness driving me upon the shore no matter how i bite and bleed and drown and sink into the dream it still ends in the lust to breed which makes my lust to die... scream" She does not sing nor does She dance Abashed of alive end romance She hates getting wet but still Drenching waters should Her kill " understand me, rain in red! i want to be never found by hu-man that does not get wolfporn in a burial ground" Amoralis amorous creature too soft to comprehend Aesthet's life in this world with an end She made art with Her carnivorous tongue Her victims well tortured, well hung! Dwelling libidinous among the falling trees I might as well act out Her fantasies Just as She did when She was mine I might as well do the crime If they want to end their lives. More power to them. (Late autumn, 1002)