





Selim Lemouchi.
The Devil’s Blood.
The Temple of Azoth.






Selim Lemouchi.
The Devil’s Blood.
The Temple of Azoth.

T H E B O O K O F S I T R A A C H R A
– A Grimoire of the Dragons of the Other Side-
N.A-A.218
Glory Solely to Azerate, until All is Ain.
Hail 218!


She
She so loves her children
More the ones whom play with fire
As they comfort themselves before
As they may become her funeral pyre
She is, she is the only one
The only one
She is the only one
And she wears a crown of joyous madness
Of danger in the midnight hours
On her throne of serpentine sadness
She erects a fractal tower
She is the only one
The only one
She is the only one
The only one
Who will ever understand you
And she delights in your confusion
And the contradictions of your heart
She laughs
As reason and delusion
Proceed to tear your soul apart
She is the only one
The only one
She, she is the only one
The only one
Who will ever understand you
Hedonistic fire in the dead of night
I gave my soul away
I’ve been stripped of all but lust
And I’ve seen Hell today
It had a toilet seat and a lock on the door
And it made me feel okay
I know they had it in for me
But I love their sweet decay
I see a tunnel at the end of the light
And it’s driving me insane
Just tell me If I’m wrong or I’m right
And if it’s Christ or cocaine
The lies we tell to secure our fate
Are never far behind us
The things we say and the things we do
Will in the end blind us
Do you think you’re a sinner or a saint?
Do you even think you could see?
Or would you rather step into my church
And go to Hell with me

Lord Ahriman. Dark Funeral


When the angelic hymns from heavens
turn into screams of torment and fear
When the son of god is nailed again
He shall come forth
He shall rise from the kingdom of
eternal blasphemy down below
Pure demonic unholyness
Mockery of all God´s creations
Blasphemy made flesh
The way into the kingdom beyond god´s grace
Spawn of primal darkness
By his hands shall the feeble thrones
of the holy become crushed
Lusting for death and the
doom of god´s race
Dreams of heaven are made dust
as Uncreation dawns…