The Deconstruction of Fallen Stars --- ---- -- ----- - -- --- --- 'stardusk' is engraved by Wolfram Winterfur. Everything ended in August 23rd, 1002. I and III levels are dedicated to the ((un)surpassed) nostalgia of the strangest cat I ever loved. Again. II act is the vulpine level with an insignificant spin-off mentality... No Dionysian architecture was deconstructed, but several humans were harmed in making of this album. Omnia visceral ice-cream, vanillas vanitatum. See the complete infamous poetic repertoire in 'nefurmore'. And into shattering some stars we must go..... ------- -- --- - ---- ------ -- - ------------ --- - ------ - ----- --------- I act - Dairokkan (Moonwards the Corpus Callosum) 1. Astronomy of the Crazed Apart from the almost ancient-seeming precious lure very little is left of her cattish scent in my fur I wonder through vile thoughts I enjoy getting toyed, travel across only to find forestal cities destroyed She once cast her eyes to me noticing kind of her kind Now stripping for a shadow of what the memory left behind Ripped memory... I don't impress living scars dressed in emptiness Not even if they were the only promise from my red, dead, sulphurous tigress I could run wild into the night without much sense in lion pride I could lie naked in the stars without identifying any girl deity but farce Yes, she once arose like a tarred rose for me (Now dead and gone and a piece of nostalgia) Even before that she managed to be Mallory An anthropomorphic anarchrist With spare for a demon between her thighs From stardusk she was born Away from her was the starshine torn By starlight to suffer and rot What a theriac for life she got Little Miss (Lyc)Anthropy Made her Tacoma Narrows leap happy Tranquil mind in perfect horror One Day I'll too Die, Maybe Tomorrow Vincere scis, victoria uti nescis.... Where orifice to Her was on final And all roads led to her vagina Even onanism was passionate copulation And strawberry sex was self-mutilation By the night under constellations.... The lands we lived were now made mental Like lyric poetry after death is instrumental When I cut, my body runs empty of felid dew When I die, I die without you (April, 1002) -- ----- - --- - ---- ------- - ---------- --- --- ---------- ----- ---- ---- 2. The scent of (this) Warm Summer Night (Anno 997) I whisper venomously that Thou art sympathy Our shadows mate in perfect symmetry We share the same dark scars (Love is blind, my arse) The night is lit with pentagram-shaped stars Natural porn, a brute A lover with attitude I can't but say Thou art so ...damn cute Jaw-red eroticism Catlike view of sadism I love You... to the point of fanaticism Demoness and I on a feast of the maniac Rivalry at night, blood fed until dawn Available in a tasty red little pack Dank ailurocrime in its rawest form We pour iron as the spiritual flesh drink Her mind in fire and poison make delusions ghost Rare are the nights as strange, even clandestine As is the meat (beautiful sighs) we eat / love the most Doraemon-Daemon of mine, this is fantasy Fangs, her scarlet pride, preserve her domain The shadows are streaming, the stripe analogy Under brimed cloud ceiling an empire in gothic rain Our young food victim's dying Death-laced (around her neck) tight My catamaniac wench, hang her high! The weregirl's kissing hell Sexual it is to rebel but finally her struggle meets farewell Poetical love as a corpse Her eyes like nightsky orbs The dead girl lays to rest in pentacle sores New dawn lassitude then falls upon the rude Did I mention It is Thee who ist krieg (and damn.. cute)? (April, May 1002) -- -- -- - ----- --- ------ ----- ---- ----- ----- -------- ---- ---- - -- -- 3. Her Essence Like Made to Suicide Broken glass-like claws Dreams in stormy forms Eyes like dark green water Mind of Satan's daughter Glossy fur and tiger-striped Essence like made to suicide... (May, 1002) ----- -- ------ -- ---- ---- ---- ----- ---- ----- ---- - -- ------- --- ---- 4. Purple Saturn Day (To Love and Die in Starlight) Our final osculation with knives impersonating claws Wisdom of silent ravens with acts of teen daws The poignant cut of life in ennui was poetized with puerile poetry Harlot for the wolves to release the stars she was But a cat was little lost in their sepulture centrals Mass hysteria in a single mind then did untether Leaving cats and gods live together... She opened the cosmic (star)port wine and drank it all as watered ale She surrendered to the skies of rime and climbed up the starway... Solar wind to Neptune and even further To experience the Northern lights (as the fires of fox), even wolven fur there... Through the fear of Phobos, Venus in furs sat on death's foot that didn't answer in stirs I regained under Deimos horror about to spread My spiritual-tooth tigress to the heavens dead Skies bleed purple giants I watch the torment of neutron pulsars Saturnine enough to end the rants it is and to find an end among the stars Negative-like raven dwarf passed through the haemal-red stargate Still, little lost in her graveyard is this maladroit interstellar fate Long-distance twin suicide far from elaborate With powers of wolf, puma and pavid Death Under a grave starr for me she was buried Hardly figuring out why am I not dead yet (May, 1002) -- --- ---- ---- -- -------- ---- ------ ----- ----- -- ---- -- ------ - ---- II act - Monera \ Alopeks 5. Britannia After Dark Downwards the great abyss Magical metal as plumage Trolls get your steely kiss And 'you see some damage' Another kingdom rises, long dead in ice As 'you see an explosion' very near The red guardian's not ready for a demise Perhaps you see your future here Four arenas of carnage there are As the elements in their prime Lets 'you see some blood' As thought in frozen time The vast nightmare of void ethereal The prison tower, the tomb, everyplace Strangeness puzzles in amazement and fear And even in the depths 'You see outer space' (April, 1002) --- ------ --- --- ------ --- --- ------ ------- - ---- - ------ --- ---- --- 6. Funeral Fox This time every year this dark fox will appear out from the woods she comes (as the Evil of adam's) for one more life to burn and asunder tear In the middle of a session in pyromania All sanity has a long time ago left her, she's fluffy and so beautiful but also so eerie and mysterious Once again the priest is messing "The god curses us all" The fox is here again that'll complete his funeral in a place now empty of life Only the dead trees can hear the flame dizzling and then dying in the surface of the burial Only if the dead priest could have heard her arrival ......... Funeral Fox ...... Funeral Fox ...... Funeral Fox ...... Funeral Fox (April, 1002 Based on lyrics of a well-known Mayhem song) ----- ----- - -- -- ---- ------ -------- ------ ---- --- --- --- ---- ----- - 7. Midkemian Nightmare (Resting by the Starlight) Moredhel brothers made it rain Like the rage of mad gods in lands afar Havoc of Armengar, northern crimson pain! And the kingdom rivers ran blood (March, 1002) ----- - -- ----- ---- ------ -- - ---- ------- --- - ---- - - ----- ----- --- 8. Always Weak for Foxes The skyhighnesses belong to the birds That sure makes them noble They guard the weathers on the high rocks Yet I'm still weak for a fox The Winter's air already is scented with the spring-water evergreys It's melted, the snow that drops Yet I'm but weak for a fox... The second wave, alienated and broken A comical drama (or a dramatic coma) from the times of funeral fogs Yet I'm only weak for a fox There's gosalyn, gosalyn everywhere Little dying ducks in a thunderstorm There's sixteens with moon-paled tops For I stand always weak for a fox Hemingway and his frozen leopard Satan ex machina of The Third Reich Here the mundane feeble mocks unwelcome, it rarely stops Yet I remain weak for a fox (March, 1002) ----- - -- ----- ---- ------ -- - ---- ------- --- - ---- - - ----- -- ------ III act - Oskoreich 9. A Demon Dressed in the Stairway.... Strange eves there were They were ours, so was her A strange cat who eventually faced genocide A kindred Death for me She then supposed to be She shouldn't have left me even as she died There were nights I did love There were battles until dawn The fight for each other dwelled in our blood Wrestling in the weeds Under demon stars, the deeds Where the defeat was a rape called art A purring devil sigh Der werwolf winterian cry But easily did even a fimbul midwinter die I still wanted her (And Her Alone) More than anything ever And never let our bloodpaths again sever I would make her fry, Burnt her blood, drained from her life, The ochre felid who faced a little genocide Now, freeze with me Let us perform necrosodomy Together live and then get killed... As free (March, 1002) -- ---- ---- ----- ---- --------- ----- - --- -- --- ------ - --- - -- ------ 10. Blackchapel Murders (In the Whitechapel Black Library Way) - Her Domination Dying III A soothfast tale of Inle beings killing universiteens Middle in starlightning days Deaths in fine, sweet cougar way Hoplological at heart (Stockfinster's the largest shard) Youth in blood she did bath Private little wars for whores by wrath Humans weak in life shall bore strong mind in Det Svarte Alvor We did hug until we fucked as necromaniac loves met before Funeral bondage, her flowers of Yin The wolfberry cat licked herself clean From tamashiwara to the hearse, from apple wine to the stars Damnation.... She didn't have much use for knives nor did she wear beast disguise She reaped like in the darkened sun, as chromosphere claw-whippings done only at the midnight of kung fun Northern blazed sky opiated puppets to forget that christendom's over For it was the crazed who once were prophets And they had the prophets' power Churched the humans fought everything beast Inverted the cross in the sword But She did as Hell, fought back teen years unleased Invaded inverted [c/g]rossword Cannabis cannibal's love was all grass Her canis made only wolf's play She justified to uproot cathedrals though fire didn't carry her name To swear by the tail above her ass.... She shall have her bane. As a jokulhaups in a little puddle As a little cat in a dogfight battle Damnation and a tiggy Torn, burnt and damn pretty... (August, 1002) ----- - -- -- ------- ------ ---- ---- ---- - ---- - ------ - ----- ----- --- 11. Send Wolves to Your Lover [Instrumental] (May, 1002) ----- ---- - - - ------------ - ---------- ------- ---- ----- -- ------- ---- 12. Daemon 99% (We Crush the Cream of Heaven) For the eves she worshipped thunder Long for them, my glitter wonder Extreme bloodsports we ate for whet Extreme feast for my paper Death Haslet gaggage in free style Ghost christian suicide To sacri-fiction the mind young For she bit her native tongue Sex as the beast number had thrice Oh, the demoness, she cries One fallen demon in infant starlights Such a miserable creature she was in her own eyes .... Condor to a corpse from n‚v‚ Ascend and then seize the way It's grave in her astronomy Lit two-spear misanthropy Ravens spoil black in the sun Darkly dawns the duck part one What the dark-hearted fur did not ever came to know, the plot All our eves and bitches dead Whole the tigress witchress red Her every thought naked, skyclad in this grave poetry for cats Skyey eye and creeping mad Yearns of years in the wa we had Catlike arts with sadlike hearts Made Death bite somewhat too harsh Now too somnific to reach the stars..... (July, August 1002) ----- ----- - -- -- ---- ------ -------- ------ ---- --- --- --- ---- ----- -