Obscure Whispers

Lustful bitch from damnation, Hell wicked slut
Death bloody orgy
thousand virgins cry ecstacy and pain
Forcing the pure to eternal perversion
live in sin and evil Witch of the flame
cast a blackened spell of serpent of all Hell
Deceitful wench of darkness
Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
By black light of the moon
holy fetus is ripped from breeding womb
As the blood runs oh, on the pentagram of hate
she takes her soul
Raping the horns of the master of torment her loins they burn
A scream of all pleasures
from thrusting of evil spreads her lips wide
Deceitful wench of darkness Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
Pure hate from her veins flows down her thighs
come ride the slut
Form circle of damned cut deep the knife ritual of pain
Cult witches dance as the virgins slayed in fire
Goddess of perversity performs the rites of sodomy in Hell

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke...
W. Blake