The Slaughter Of Muscle (LP)
DISCIPLES OF RUIN
Bring that knife in closer.
I found pain in you.
Decayed my soul.
The crying of darkness.
Forgotten – Begging
Give into the disease, you dreamed me without;
With almond eyes.
Drowning, grey, anger, unsure.
Disciples of ruin.
Reborn and baptized in black water.
-Lyrics by BUER
HER ADRIEL
Adriel, breath me, the shadows – of god fucking.
Aosoth sit at your throne, drinking god’s blood.
Lamia I am the temptress, bare witness my false shackles.
Tearing me – in the bed of seduction.
Inhaling flesh…
I'm wet with desire.
Adriel – Aosoth – Lucifuge
Infeasible, my wanting of you.
-Lyrics by BUER
HER HENBANE IN BLOOM
A thorned-apple, tormented, between creatures.
Wings white - the misery of ghosts.
A corpse of Henbane.
My angels in Agony.
One walks away from me,
The other to wander.
Blood un-lifted; she dims her bitter tears in bloom.
Wherein death lays; strewn and withered.
Jagged, griping, grasping, decaying.
Six times no one dies.
Sex is bleeding in her eyes.
Embalmed darkness – she sits alone.
Bleeding, cutting, feeding on her blood.
She prays to the Devil for lust, fucking.
Ave Satanas, Ave Satanas, Ave Satanas
“Darix fafanu mizanu ar enayo ou of soba dooainn nail I vonupetteo”
(16th Sigil of Key Of Solomon), Profaned.
-Lyrics by BUER
HER SKIN A VEIN OF DRUGS
Shadows ink the ceiling.
Tortured with memories.
Hidden needles pierce her.
Your skin a vein of drugs.
Drugs dreaming, this picture.
A memory of ashes, this silence – is alone.
Her eyes forever shut.
Every pore – is bleeding.
She calls out, 'to you'.
(A ghost)... (A ghost).
Your dreams, your skin a vein of drugs.
The dark burns, I walk in the shadow of your sleep.
The dark wounds...
Falling injections, she's offering her arms.
Drink empty.
Gorged on broken wrists, wine, the dirt of tongues.
-Lyrics by BUER
SHE FUCKS LIKE GODDESS
She fucks like goddess.
Inject me, confuse me.
Your purple cumming.
Swallowing dirt, swallow me.
Sex fading into dark.
Blood drips, as we cum.
She fucks like goddess.
She fucks like goddess.
-Lyrics by BUER
I AM NOTHING FOR YOU
Once night, the garden confesses its sins.
Lastly these chapels moan in candlelight.
Exhausted there isn't a place to leave yourself for.
Once lit the moments exceed the taste.
Reflecting against mirrored arches of time.
Poured about the waters lips.
I am nothing for you.
Scattered about every unholy bed.
Clothed in silken suffocation exposed.
-Lyrics by BUER
HER VODKA BONES
Shame is your god.
A cyanide cross, with death.
Burying her mother’s grave.
With blankets of dust and screams.
You drink your vodka bones and play with;
Morphine flowers.
Drugged, she sleeps with tragedy.
Spiral stairways and cold sex, with candy razors heaving bloody;
Her smile in opium warmth.
The fireplace dancing demonic (with absinthe).
You drink your vodka bones and play with;
Morphine flowers.
Drugged, she sleeps with tragedy.
Like dirty needles, just waiting to die.
With Verlaine silence and hidden needles.
Her weeping flesh is alone.
Broken bones are bruised.
In dying green eyes.
You will not find me here.
You drink the eyelids of Harum's.
Walking through graveyards.
Like empty temples of murder.
Let us worship nameless streets.
Cold, the books wet with teeth.
With needles resting, in her arms.
You drink your vodka bones and play with;
Morphine flowers.
Drugged, she sleeps with tragedy.
-Lyrics by BUER
HER THRONES OF HAUNTING
The pain is so beautiful.
Darkness, sinks the graves.
Casting thrones, in prayer of night.
Weak, vulnerable, no haven;
Only prayers in decay.
Rituals wander; entrails lay in the snow.
Blood in the hands, blood in the sin.
Her thrones haunted, no darkness alive.
Her stomach shown – an altar dying within.
She's so lovely; becoming, burning her lust.
Where I suffer, where I suffer, where I suffer.
Wings shroud summoned churches delineated.
The waters beneath reflect clouds in winters doom.
-Lyrics by BUER
HER ANGELS OF WORSHIP
Sex drips from her lips.
Skrying through candles ‘devoted’.
Her fingernails penetrate, cold walls.
Her fingernails penetrate, cold walls.
Her fingernails penetrate, cold walls.
Her angels of worship.
Her angels of worship.
The stars are falling…
Dreams are dying, bleeding.
Her angels of worship.
The stars are falling… dreams are dying.
-Lyrics by BUER
THE SLAUGHTER OF MUSCLE
“When I was born, I brought no happiness into the world.
I decayed like drying blood;
And rotted like meat: in the stomachs of men.
The love I made away with, shattered and broke.
When I leave this world, I will bring joy, as murdered the day I was born.”
The sadness lost – staring.
Abased, lepers linger, subdued by leaking yellow walks;
My world lost in coffins frozen.
Inner shackles of your unholy acts:
Coveting the joy of flesh.
Alone, alone, alone............
-Lyrics by BUER