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Hymen of the Night, Torn

by Ætherleib

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1.
Worn, as crown of thorns, transcends and adorns, this deathwish of blunt force erotica. All hail your kiss, come trembling for your lips. For thee, I miss, Oh whore of concrete fetishes. Sainted are cunts alike the lord, for him who arbiters the spirit with the sword. Come forth! Her crown of thorns, transcends and adorns, my deathwish of blunt force erotica. Oh thee, I miss, ye whore of concrete fetishes of grief. All bliss becomes redundant, before her abyss.
2.
Sordid fevers from elixirs of sin, consoling burdens of whom you are akin. Will your yearn ever abate, for a failing leap of faith? It is in vain! A poison sip from this chalice, again beckons to thy lips. I envy him, each swallowing, for your giving in. It's a snake biting the neck, it's a spear, formed in the shape of a crucifix, this ecstasy, as your ego is lifted from thee. I long to break ye open and drink from thy bile, to console my needs. I envy him . . .
3.
This night gives birth: A curse of her same flaws. Her skin I lick and feet I kiss. Her call resounds from the streets, in words who penetrate a wound still torn. Her scourge - my heart, still beats in that same old tact. In words the wound's still torn apart, longing for your caress off pain and remembrance. Her lust hides in the dark, denied by day and shunned in disgust. Like youth, now you're gone, for loss I feared the dawn. As the light of day was cast, revealed a stilled but broken heart. As your curse and night have passed, left me with your same flaws.
4.
I saw them fall, like the moon, they where drawn, down to this earth. Mistress of darkness - I call upon thee! You're a five-point Pentagramm, three primes, severed ends. Thy lure a black sheeps cloak, this cursed embrace so freezing cold Oh, hurt no longer, lest she crieth, for love has left her heart, like vomit, retched, thus wept of abhorrence. Light them in the dark, like cigarette ends. Inhaling their stench, and breathe out disdain. The earth shall turn into a wooden cross, and be aflamed by your touch. Whatever it takes to prolong this pain! Shall come what may, I believe in whatever you say.
5.
Sans will or sword, Oh Lord, needs this be done. All strength, need to be gone, Oh Lord, for you to come, undone. Guide my hand, slanderer of light, cripple its fingers, blind my eyes. All flesh longs to be touched. All poison longs to be drunk. Sundered in sheeps and flies, all wander the night. Vain faith to keep, we seek, another in each. For salvation it is not, just a fuck in the ashtray of God. And to be astray in this maze the streets are weaved. A love turned vice, thus desire turns grief. We walk again her streets, devore, babylon whore, to taint again, to love again. We tear again, the sacred skin of the night, profane again, forfeit again.
6.
You repent thy heart, for you depend on stars, that strike craters in you, and force the heart in two. When he created you, it tore my chest apart, your gashing wound to match this pain, for all flesh is grass. What eden stole, through thee restored. This wish enthralls, till stars come fall. I wish upon: yours too shall fall! You must reject thy heart, and it becomes a shooting star.
7.
Both climax and the throes, turned mechanistic causes, perpetual, fortold. Like God, I giveth, no response, for the sole relief is ignorance. Her blood is my blood, at sudden hearts are crossed. If not a dream this is, I pray she does exist. And weakness shall seduce, the fatal and reduce, this bitterness of fruit. As it is shoven down the throat of you, it tastes of fear and Jesus too. Her flesh is my flesh, I worship and obsess. Black moon of secrecies, I'll atone and follow thee. We dig the flesh to find the soul, and find nothing but empty cold.
8.
Behold the word, it is the same of old, penned in God's heroin. These dreams woven into the symbols, glittering, hexening, to shield the light of the moon. My half of this spell, turned hieroglyphs the ease, that you keep, to me hieroglyphs. To a heart of gold, coated presumptuous shit, are empty words, a deserved fit. So hear those I speak, estranged and empty as thee. Respond to me, your void that I need for: My half of this spell, turned hieroglyphs the ease, that you keep, to me hieroglyphs. Perverted the sight, a lacking of words, thus read in the eyes. She wields Satan's quill, dipped in God's heroin, and stabbeth the side, when words unrequired.
9.
I should not believe or yearn for thee. You should not reveal unto me, your secrecies. Still in her thrall, as night falls - she calls, upon the mortal flesh, lowers her welkin dress, reality is transgressed. Unbreak this vow, thus relinquish on death, as the sun is setting into night herself. I traded thee for consolating Lethe, yet faint you linger, beckon to the moon. I would know as soon as you were gone, your absence would keep the vow undone. From broken vows she weaves a shroud as trawl, as her pale face lightens, nightfalls in the soul. Caught Ichthus writhes in fear, in the filth that all adheres. Hurt, of arrow and of nail, don't compare to the pain billows, as she caresses and kisses the open wound, they tear for her to feed upon, the hymen of the soul, the piercing of her tongue defiles, a poisoning of blood. I should not believe or yearn for thee. You should not reveal unto me, your secrecies.
10.
Ich hab die Nacht geträumet wohl einen schweren Traum, es wuchs in meinem Garten ein Rosmarienbaum. Ein Kirchhof war der Garten, ein Blumenbeet das Grab, und von dem grünen Baume fiel Kron und Blüte ab. Die Blüten tät ich sammeln in einen goldnen Krug, der fiel mir aus den Händen, dass er in Stücken schlug. Draus sah ich Perlen rinnen und Tröpflein rosenrot: Was mag der Traum bedeuten? Ach Liebster, bist du tot?

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"her call resounds from the streets
to profane again and to love again"

This record is dedicated to empty streets in small hours,
to the course that leads to the shades,
to the light of the Black Moon,
to the longing in the devil's deeds.

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released July 28, 2023

eintrostlosespferd - Vocals/Guitars
Belá Külföldi - Drums

All Music and Lyrics by Ætherleib
except German folk song "Ich hab die Nacht geträumet"

Original Ætherleib Logo by Gragoth

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Ætherleib Austria

Mighty and marvellous is this Weakness, this
Heaven which draweth me into Her Womb, this
Dome which hideth, which absorbeth, Me.
This is The Night wherein I am lost, the Love
through which I am no longer I.


Belá Külföldi - Drums

eintrostlosespferd - Vocals/Guitars
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