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VOLKEINBLUCHT LYRICS
"To Consume the Darkness Whole..." (2003)
1. The Crimson Hunt
2. Eternal Fallicy
3. My Lust for Hate and Flesh
4. Grim Finality
5. Torturous Onslaught
6. Lycanthropic Supremacy
7. Hatred of the Ancients
8. Slicing Cold Flesh...
9. As Your Reign Crumbles
10. The Joining
1. The Crimson Hunt
Slavering in the shadows
I await the rape of the holy
To smite that which is moral
Springs of blood from pentagonal
wounds
Splash upon me in the coldness
Hunting forever now
Within the frozen night eternal
The nocturne of wanton desires
The hunger quelled with flesh
Death she smiles as I do
I hunch within the darkness
Resisting the law of the lamb
Blood flows down upon me
Flesh as dead leaves spirals up
Ashes from the suffocated fire
I have danced the night perpetual
Taken all the whores and virgins
They have been spent and are cold
As I leave they weakly call after me
But I must hunt again...as always...
2. Eternal Fallicy
For what I seek is unfound
Perfection of the blackness whole
As I still live and breathe
If I am still alive
Then I can never really be true
Not until the whore sucks my last
I salute you, god of death, Thanatos
The lord of all that I am now
Will I follow your self-named son?
We shall stand alone tonight
Beyond the towers of ebony skulls
I drink the unholy black red blood
A swirl of complexity
Meat and marrow and blood cavorting
I am only a pale imitation, forever
The love of my own claws
Upon the pathetic flesh of my brow
Cursed in this eternity of fallicy
3. My Lust for Hate and Flesh
It is my desire for flesh that drives me
Drives me to hate you all so much
I look at the succulent ones around me
Urges to bite kill and maim hardly controlled
My lust ears my soul to pieces
I know you all see my hideous ugliness
Wish I could smash myself to bloodied bits
Just to end this self-inflicted torture
For it is I and only I that chooses to strangle
To wrench and twist the beast so deep below
Below the surface of this laughable shell
Self-hatred outweighs the nihilistic rage
You'll never allow me into your little world
Your sickening flask of supposed ''happiness''
Condemn me behind your polite smile always
Someday my seams will burst with pain no longer
4. Grim Finality
This will be my final hour
The worship of black death has brought me here
I know I'll be damned to eternal blackness
This is my final hour
These will be my final words
The pain I feel when I write them at the altar
I know that they will be my only legacy
These are my final words
These shall be me final thoughts
The endless hate will now be my shroud
I know that my death will be quiet and pathetic
These are my final thoughts
Now, the lady of death finally kisses me
I slip and begin to fall downward
Penetrating the inky blackness only imagined
Tears do not come as I realize this is where I belong
5. Torturous Onslaught
I'll be a sadist for aeons, you know
Your supposed superiority is crushed
The sanctimony is at an end
Now your begging begins
We are alone in the black evil forest
You are helpless in my lair
I have begun to skin you alive
And nails are driven into your eyes
I begin to pour the acid upon you
You shriek as the burning permeates
I rake your white hot with agony muscles
Now to remove your limbs slowly
You cry our and wonder why you can't die
I have cursed you with my necro-magick
You'll be here until I grow tired of revenge
That mighty toungue shall be the last.
6. Lycanthropic Supremacy
I feel your every bleating world like knife within my soul
Forced, enslaved to your whims, allowing the rotting husks
Of humanity to think that they have control of the beast I am
Know that with every fecal speech you cast upon me
That it only gives further rise to the roiling heat
Which grants me eternal power in the depths of night
Someday you will pay the price for your arrogance in light
I will rule more than just the beast within me
To think you know me, to think you control me, these are
But feeble dreams of mortals whose death I will taste
You will never defeat me, never break my wolf-spirit
Any power you have upon me, is only what I have freely griven
I am the sole beneficiary to this supposed submission to your
Sickening Christian sham you constructed here
I shall do unto others only as I please
Through my axe twisting your words to my own
One day soon you will know the redemption
By my blackend blade singing in the night
But for now I leave you fools to think that you are in control.
Whereas we, the legions in darkness are at play in the light of day
We shall always, be at the helm of this pathetic ship the mortals call life
7. Hatred of the Ancients
I die each day of anger
Channeling from within the hate
This blackness rises from the core
The core of this darkened Terran husks
Both slave and master I am
Bending and tortured by pain
Twisting it to my nihilistic whim
We writhe together in the cripher
I taste blood, blood floating free
I can channel its dark essence
Master the dominion of the coldness
Necropsy of the cosmos laid bare
My human form cries out for mercy
I dwell within such a dismal host
Guide my hand to the will of darkness
Beyond this human name, lies triumph
8. Slicing Cold Flesh...
I' ve known only desires
To have them kept hidden within
The dreams of red and black
Never for humanity
What is this thing you screech?
This fallacy called ''gods's love?''
I know only the warming touch
Of the cold black flame
Journeys to sanity's ends
I revile the perverted morals
Draped in black with shaven skull
Praise the horned prince of doom
Let loose the thickened praise
I slice the cold flesh within
My soul thanks me, drifting
Rotating amongst the waves
9. As Your Reign Crumbles
I smell defeat every morning, yes
We are nearing equal ground now
The forces they align for unity at last
Temporary balance upon a crumbling crest
But we know that equilibrium is short-lived
To gather in moody darkness just beyond
Beyond your synthetic non-existence
I feel my teeth gleam once more in the moonlight
Pathetic, so pathetic you see your reign end
Give your neek to me for cleaving
Perhaps your death will give satisfaction
Still I know the perpetual lust...for DEATH
Your rule now topple, rubble below
The majesty of the cold night reclaimed
The darkest day it nears in haste
A night when all desires run free
There is so little on this world to feel
A rare thing, the worship of night
For the cold inhuman darkness remains
And for now this is all that can comfort
The mists command the morning skies
Sheep with trepidation march onward
And the wolf stares grimly within the flock
At home in his black cacophony within
10. The Joining
I may never know the truth
If what I saw was dream or real
The cold white eyes which stared
From the crack in the door that night
It was very early in my journey
At the heart of a black winter's age
The times of plumbing the depths
Of the self and blackened soul within
I saw these eyes, grim, evil, foreboding
They peered at me from across the room
I knew they could belong to only one thing
The spirit of the night, its soul of black
No fear gripped my racing fear
Feeling only calm I stared back, unblinking
Needed not to ask its business there
For I knew I had called its presence to me
Things have been so different since
The cold grim eyes are now mine
I stare upon a crumbling world
With only these soulless eyes my guide
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