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Wading Through Sensuous Journeys (Bishop Of Hexen)

Deep, in the midst of a frozen forest Winds enhance the nights exquisite colour On a wooden throne of thousands of carved nightmares Sits an obscure grim figure, yet with a salient paleness "Was your task fruitful", a dry voice inquires, "Have you created what was agreed upon"? "Yes we have, oh dark master, to the unholy Heritage he is, now, drawn". "Leave me at once-begone-fetch him, For a new era shall be born" Come walk towards our alluring trinity- Free your bewildered senses & memories Entangle with our bodies, grasp our quivering breasts- Taste & indulge on our salty, wet flesh. Our liquid of desire turns your dry lips moist- Melt in our seduction, forget your painful loss Merge with our beings, as you're wrapped in treachery Our beguiling quilt of wrath wiles your fragile will to live Take a step into our hellish blaze- Let this bewitching serum-poison your veins Now, follow our malice to your new destination Purge yourself to this renewal of creation "This weather of tantalized intentions- Will fertile our malicious plots & schemes Hark, witches of emotional-decay, Harbor our chosen one-in my domain" Dead frozen boughs-break in pain As these four strange-images walk through the forest plains Through the trees, and through the sinuous paths Strolls this company-the odour of evil left behind Sensuality pours like a fresh mountain-spring Evil's voluptuousness fills the forest's hollow seeds Observe the powerful magic which thrives between the leaves Kneel and may you turn to be the new symbol of our breed "You are the chosen one from all mankind- To be my messanger, to be my right-hand You shall be my mouth to speak- Which I haven't dared for thousands of years" I am but a poor lonely shade Raped, deprived, stripped of everything I've-ever made Anointed to bring upon man, plant or breast- This new tide to be released This is my destiny We'll ride the twilight-shores of mysteries An aura weaved from the ethics of our mythology Weary, foamy, waves crash in harmony Silent signs before the grand-storming These ancient spheres-me, they will cleanse For the final test To overcome the final obstacle- To bring this world to rest...