Blackest Magick in Practice

I wish upon a star

And think of all the things I should have asked

Instead, I let the moment pass

And now I'm bleeding on her faded photographs

Tears so hard to swallow

Sorrow blears and leaves me hollow

Empty years, I should have followed

My inamorata to the grave

Uncertain words my heart denied

Now seem so trivial

I lost it all the night she died

Lies, she is alive

Beneath the ice

Only darkest mirrors crack this curse

And I immersed, invoke the worst

Blackest magick put to practice

I remember then

When the Autumn moon would turn us back again

We'd laugh and bask amidst the underworld of men

Both citing Baudelaire as our immoral saviour

Tears so hard to swallow

Sorrow blears and leaves me hollow

Empty years, I should have followed

My inamorata to the grave

Words are so benumbing

In my head, I hear the drumming

Summoning, the dead are coming

From fetid crypts my lips create

Now grave powers start to rise

Deflowerers shall suffer

My witness to your sacrifice

Lies, she is alive

Beneath the ice

Only darkest mirrors crack this curse

And I immersed, invoke the worst

Blackest magick put to practice

I think upon our time

Those golden summers of love echo so sublime

As do winters, drinking too much festive wine

Now the seasons shift neath a creeping mist of horror

Malefic entities

I call upon thee vibrating cosmic threads

With shredded flesh

Malefic entities

For those opposing me, everyone is killable

Some just choose a vulgar death, ahh!

Now we will see

What terrors shall be

The dark crimson sea

Drags the Sun to oblivion

Faced demons, arousing fire with tongues

Laced with vicious memories