From the Or Your Sister Drowns manuscript, engraved circa 1004 Wolfram Winterfu(h)r as a misanthrope Scam as a furry Yet undoubtly roughly thoroughly both Engraving finished exactly in 30 5 1004 after more than five moons of drinking Sic! This has not that much to do with Lumi Instead... 'catwish' is dedicated to all young snow-furred felid maids who recognize with the eroticism in crimson liquids and speak more xxxxxx than me 'Blut und Phantasie' represents rewritten lyrics for a certain known chant not by me 'oldnoise' and 'tragedy' portray the chapter one times when I met one certain orange cat. So far, she's the only one for whom I never ceased to carve. Even this one is drenched in cat wish. 'wolflink' is chapter two 'aquarius: ...and a farce' is chapter three 'aquarius: even a girl...' is chapter four 'ashes2' is chapter five This one's more like deep, deep attraction, so it probably shouldn't be counted. 'catwish' is chapter six Yes, my fear. Should you ever be a number, you were my number six That's funny. Haven't counted them earlier. Ten turns of seasons, twenty-four albums. Six falls. And for sure, due the circumstances in ashes pt II, the possible next event will also be the sixth. "Beware my twisted humour..." would some viper carve, though I'm afraid this is somehow distorted a little more. Now, please proceed. The action will not start until track six. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 Bad God Jehovah Though she's tough she does no beer Volcanic grass an' gobs of fear i. Katana Satana ( Would I whisper would she hear I've always needed to have her here... ) Excessus fang an' Vorax claw Thrusting sharp that I would fall Add croak some smoke and alcohol Unpredictable are now her moves with the blade I guess ethanol bleeding won't make her straight Changes are high for unprejudiced ethereal aid Even higher for her to empower some writs of fate Not even scapegoat bootlegs in memento mori For the drugged ceremony and disenchanted glory With heaven-sting thorns she drained out pity And Lucifer (or someone) fecundity Dylanlike, angelous, dangerously pissed Close enough to meet Her drunken fist! grawwwwwl..... I've always thought cats were poisonous animals that undoubtedly would never succumb to even more poisonous angels A devil in the wind, a monk, veg-thinned and a flock of the heavenly bewinged to separate rogues from the rangers ii. "Should We Eat Her?" And to get warning signs for angel dangers [ that nnnighh she came i sough her fu rrr flamme she came to see mee like a enemesis dievilnity ] She fulfilled my life with that dead-sweet phrase She well dealed with me who could grap cat craze Reveling, pareunia, anaconda makes that one The pleasure of performing hate crimes for fun With a four-four fighting cat elemental the feast Deceased to be about anything bound, pleased (only the friable for my otherwise so scatterhearted beast) And blood flew like the Cherubim The Seraphim watched eyes mad Evil angels and her chicanery whim Collided Must there so much bad god be That no servant fend off his wrath Well a felid with a little chemistry 'least some wood acreages invaded [ as of miskkand mournindeww ssshecaim from her world "i... i hafssseen you hear befour", she told ] Slithered meat as a therapist Smothering cat as the rapist iii. Thanatos Varknagr Darknagr Travesty town Such beauty rarity barely grown 1WINTR003/1004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 Storm-Cold Poison-Strangened Midwinter gazettes with better unbloom The grinder unfettered this fox came to gloom -- That frosk-draped fox captured held high No mercy for my sister There she stares like me thinking of death Covered and with sovereignty paws high Like me Barely before the starting blow I was ready (to die, you fools) Almost orgastically they watch her pain Too messy for my sister ... Mild poison struck into her vein Interrogate only to get more of that bloody mess Not because she's tough but compared to me She knows even less Just like I Iwnrtofucdi . Athame meet her neck rouses uncanny thrill Bruise and burn this room to turn to nec - ro comium feeling lyrically ill Her suave mind ice vortices steam Mastodon boot mumakil trample Then to finish the creature to dream Pointing a barrel forcibly on her temple But I make it there first! Untormented but dead the erinys now smear Through comforting veldt we calmly disappear My fox beaten and broken but alive Now she'll live to see To see me suicide... .... ( daaamn that wasn't my intention.... at all... ) 1febvry004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 Blood and Fantasy So my droogs let the dusk close in Make them lurch even_fall to dream Listen to them, muffled screams in the night What sweet lives we take! Inoquietus She wears the teen girl's coat A gaudy mendacious face For the cutlass on her throat Peeing through the panties Deeply sick and qualmish Consanguinity for cats I grieve Subsidence from Her to wish I hang with a cordate cat girl And the demons that settle her world To convoy the balefire to burn From little lass bones... Misguided cat lilt Sharp-toothed, insidious, adored Burn the war incense And rant to end up short Bury me leoparded love In hug and autopsy To reveal her inner organs raw She has made up enough to me Enthral Sedition, Her ocherous leaves A panther full of strategies decasualized drifts By thirst for fluid, barbed the wire with breeze Inordinate feast grows, I live with Her through eves And kill away the earthly beasts that shun the wereshifts As thieves we rob in verve of rape the wo-man enemies The sweet taste of vendetta, together we live high Let girls cry, cum astro-dite to the rhyme (V†rt hat...) We murder them with pride As we were tested, tried With kindly mate and insane fate I'm not afraid to bite Imbecile teen whore I'd gladly killed before We now just reap just quite too deep and lay to sleep her sore I have cat, a rough fox sister Those demons with me play No rackoon rave with fun vagaries Even the white Cassandra fell dirt-grey Exit! The method Death might come to see us Driven respondent, now forced to drop disguise She flounders 'nough to drug a toon And down come inept tries A corpse and then it dies Pro-chosen to be a victim No fur but us will ever know our trials Red pool 'nderneath her tail To bleed where we are biased In the dead of the woods sad, grim Unhitch the outer rim With Death to bail "Hey tiggy... doesn't this seem familiar to you? Rather viscous and stiff blood Seems we didn't want it Enough" (...skal vinne) Demency make claims Life way too satiate In rust and dull as Caligula-millennia blade Animosity Creeps deep to hurl with me In maculated long-lived hatred Fur hung from pine tree Is it only me Or leads the scent ou'erside Odours flood out the cul-de-sac Where vestal bints alight Outcry The winter-wed Death without a clue Driven respondent, too coarse to drop disguise She flounders 'nough to crack a toon And down come inept cries Mere corpses in our eyes Pro-death so not a victim No "deity" ever be the highest Downright no other than this: Our personal death, the mightiest In minor overbrim So unhitch that outer rim With Her to kiss La Luna sinks brooding; asphyctic to us We dig it up - our despondence to this fuzz Shivers make the howls this northern cat to cry We always wanted death - not life of any kind The dusts recruit to lust as the lustrous tops are trend And the drunken girls reel to the mesh for the adolescent Dismember their callow oily monument I slaver gore-tinged for such comely abandonment Daarmn I love, enfold Her - my tigress in spiteful narcasses Bestial copulation In (wooden) stronghold Caress The girl's goth-bleached flesh Now her corpse flavours sunless My cat asks me to taste and I answer Damn-frigging-hai! (that's "yes") When lil tigresses fell red She wore a girl's silver coat in the wintry sunlight And her movements came like in jeans worn too tight My craze upon thee teen Redeem our touch on the god of the meat The cruel human girls shall fall grind-teeth To live the feline dream L1WINTR004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4 Something to do with the palang-i-berfy I stand on the anvil of some birch bark Lay down aside the alders when gets dark Gather my remembrance of church latin xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 1aprl004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5 Mountain, Everlasting she twilights publicly alone not to know that steadfast roam which comes to bind her on her knee take her gat, cloth, liberty to surrender her possessions she has to do by compulsion ginger bawd this plain sugar baffled by he was cougar sooner no but morrow noon combat ends in pinching swoon until then she is not missed only sore by lip, bend, wrist last her gaze volcanic glass her weed fill'd mitigating grass inbetween roseating crotch young and masturbating much 1APRl004 ------ - ----------------------------------------------------------------- "In vain that we might meet" Nimrais Perkele On the dreary balcony tinged with gloomy trust Caused by minor despair (& booze), to each other we hurl Not so stormy under the reaverlike crust The snow covered by the smoke on her leopard fur She blows the fume into the rain The first we return another flagon She reveals and tipples so I do it too And her eyes I know they veil another dragon Only me I guess does see through the modest hue When suddenly she tells she has being thinking Quite lustrously something (I know, I'll bet) And can tell me now she's done enough drinking Why she is so passioned with her very own death She casts her eyes deep into her scars Which is the final straw (I now kind of love her there) And over it goes as she grabs a knife I must interrupt her scrawl I need her alive Stout and sad The heart crude apart from a winter cat So much alike are we And how we deal with melancholy Flavescent glance at her bright serene yellow eyes Take it everything (do I hold her?) I speak We share the same stifle the same incise Yet the love scattered around here only by me How foolish I'd get with mine wishes - Should I need her other than friend Would nim&tas teach (by blade) no kisses No woundings be other than a desperate involvement Which could, as I think of it, get quite fun ... In her dearest den scented with sanguineus delight Caused not by the things we mutually share I can always dream of her drinking of my life But with a trifle respect, not to do it THERE Her wishes of death come to claw me so For IS IT ONLY I who devours them for food And FOR SURE my imaginativeness I should know Suicide plans are making ME feel good ....fuck Stout and sad Her heart crude although she's a winter cat So much alike are we And how we spread melancholy Ignorant conqueress what exactly did you expect? Dark bloodmuzzle girl... (and would I drench!!) Is it no longer a secret when it is no more kept? Leave it or believe it... it is love I experience Of Blood and Honey is made a little wish In awe above abyss for a pleasant fall Toying with something that is his... The waylay wolf with the wolfram encheiresis Fraternal I sense some trappist silence here An' we proceed to conclude the visit For her mate soon comes to soothe the grief with a bite She takes a glance on my figure, but won't miss it Not only me lived the dream of the Bluterkrankheit Erotomaniac that is my decadence I leave downcast but with a sinister smile Their glory all gory that makes twisted sense Away should I pace in my guile Stout and mad Her blood would be loved by a winter cat So much alike are we But our rejoicement would get damn too unholy So... Somewhere around Morthond I laugh a bawdy spit A human grrl struggles but isn't escaping anytime near She feels irritant pleasure in her cunt where I just bit But does she understand what I'm granting her here ... (prolly not yet) 1SPRRNG004! -- - -- - -------- ---- --------------------------- (did you know I have used the word 'blood' 168 times in my lyrics?) ---- ---- - ---------- - ----- ------- -- - -- - - - - - - -------- 7 Smoke and Honey The perfume (pale Gewürztraminer) of oil Of life she would like to despoil Lovely cyanide along a good fight Smoke and honey for her splintered might For more freaks she seeks (fuck humanity) In taste of tar and musk and healthy insanity Recessive schizophrenic plans to give full play Would haste plant pints of porter to-May ?? [D1S]MAY004 - - --------- - ------------ ------------------ 8 Deviantheart (or Druwnruhr) Draw Our days they're pretty cruel In craze I find that virtue So WHO AM I TO FORGET YOU Devotion I cannot fake But I do can earthquake Draw Me bloodthirst-painted Me lovecursed tainted I might stain Your portraits (that's crying, you fools) Edge through cemetery gates And would that pool in scam tomb be made of tears or auburn drool A significant night under the leopard moon So who am I to forget You I know some midchemistry To the very origins of Our names With this metagothic philosophy I'd like to believe We're the same ... Draw..... By welsh coal Grizzly and jade is how I see Those who haven't yet killed Me Every lick (of Thy ruddy brush) has the palate of art Particularly when profanely practised at the churchyard You owe Me nothing and nothing is what You have to do Sed that's also what'll be left of Me should I forget You Draw With liquid smoke Like starlit morning Our lives are sparse Still I imagine I can see the distant quasars 1MAY004 --- - -------------------------------------------------------------------- 9 cut me cat Consume then cut my arm But yet do no other harm And what I mean by consuming Any liquor to you I bring Then we'll settle to drink some more Uncork better absinthe than before And that is as much as we need To make us each other seriously treat.... I love cuts I love contusions Love to touch arouse confusion Were you a cat or a goth cat girl Or not as long as you're feral Consume and bite my arm But yet lay no other charm And what I mean by consuming That which drips when I'm bleeding You're a werewolf now you know Or whatever creature to you bow If you were this way before You're now stronger to the core An' as we lay us down to sleep One more cut but it is deep Wounded peacefully is when We dream of never waking again thismay1004 ---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 10 Switchblade Shamrock Romance Once upon a crime love fooled me quite Struck me like a snowleopard bite No matter how I offered to fight There I was sleepless in the night In all the strangeness I smelled Her pure For the mundanes I don't need me near I fantasized claws scratch and tear Fangs nip blood dash with my Dear Not seeing through my disarray I cried more I dare to say And as it comes to me today My love for Her still not going away Bitter and black Her mind would I find apposite for attack How can I ever be me Now I'm drugged and fooled to play humanity I wanted so reaching moonrise A touch between Her dragon eyes Thorny to neglect my disguise But I'm tired to act civilized Like Donar proud of his vast oak As a vulture in my blood to soak Impossible She's to invoke Even though I shredded my cloak I'm sorry, xxx I'm not sure if I loved You only could I choose This gets damn painful at times Bitter and black I'd live could I give a scratch for Her back Now can I how be me When I can't subsist with animality Used some rope and real foul rag Make Her follow where I drag But that rope can also make me neck snap And crack Prefer the latter I shall cull (for suicide is beautiful) Should not let fool's love to rule Out of mind all this I'd pull... Were I a little fucking less unsuccessful!! Hey xxx know this; Your time will come When my love's worn out and done Thereupon You'll be a mere phantom (Yet not any ghost but a lovely one) So seize my love thoroughly NOW Or be forever left without Of dark and bitter do I sound? I LOVE You and of that I'm proud! Bitter of the dirt For this dirt could give birth to a snow leopard So much alike were we Though my sensitiveness made that subtlety [END] onemay004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- twomay004 So much beautiful blood on her gauzed paws [full version available on on digipak] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx maybe i shouldn't be surprised i did saw how they were dressed xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx they're cool but somehow spooky at least in this context i can't handle this... i still wanted to fight xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx she (the dark snowleopardess) comes to me and smiles showing her canine teeth (should be feline fangs?)... "hi xxx", i whisper in a hoarse voice "bye scam", she warmly replies xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx with her lovely soft grey fingers xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx fuking sadists. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx my life is on their paws they seemingly enjoy me knowing it fucking satanists.. i must admit i'm afraid "you want to play with him in private, xxxxxxx?" a male goth-looking fox asks her "why not" she responds softly, without taking away her glance from my eyes (i try to remain looking calm, but it's too hard) one day they all shall pay they made me fear, i swear with watering eyes he turns to the entrance. "come on" he says to the others they follow him out xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "don't you spare him. have all the fun you can get" "don't worry..." she says drowsily and takes a dark camouflage- coloured gun out of the pocket of her fine leather jacket. the doorway closes with a hollow clang. we're alone and together now, xxx. fin&ally(?)... she means a lot to me and she realizes that i wonder what she's up to load and safety off she gently points the barrel between my eyes "this is how you like it, right?" she asks seductively i can't prevent my breathing from quickening she touches slightly the light grey wall behind me with her free paw "you know, scam.. if i wanted i could blow your brains on this very wall with a tiny pull of my forefinger" certainly she wouldn't want that i hope i can always hope... dream ... even fantasize because i love her and she knows that... i wanted all this to go round... to be the one on the top.... not this tight situation, but my love.. it's what brings tears to my eyes all this while she's pointing me firmly with her gun i love you, xxxxxxx you must realize that if you're going to kill me or anything xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and kiss me even once i love you... fucking tears, they run uncontrollably down my face i feel helpless, embarrassed what are you going to do, ? what the fuck are you planning to do?