I hate anyone who isn’t a white protestant.

Seth: “Who do you hate Danny?”

Danny: “I hate anyone who isn’t a white protestant.”

Seth: “Why?”

Danny: “Their a burden to the advancement of the white race. Some of them are alright I guess.”

Seth: “None of them are fucking alright Danny okay. They’re all a bunch of freeloaders, remember what Cam said. We don’t know em’ and we don’t want to know em’ they’re the fucking enemy. Now what don’t you like about them and say it with some fucking conviction.”

Danny: “I hate the fact that it’s cool to be black these days.”

Seth: “Good.”

Danny: “I hate this hip hop fucking influence on white fucking suburbia.”

Seth: “Good.”

Danny: “And I hate Tabitha Soren and all her zionist MTV fucking pigs telling us we should get along. Save the rhetorical bullshit Hillary Rodham Clinton because it ain’t gonna fucking happen.”

Seth: “That’s some of the best shit I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

Davina: “Danny no, I feel sorry for you Danny. I know you don’t believe in any of that shit right?”

Seth: “Shut up!”

Black Heaven

[Deceit: ]
What a precious mistake thou has made
A fool you hath made of me
…so be it
I take thee now with
Vengeance and fury
My wrath shall I beset
Upon the souls of innocence

See me now
As I spread my darkening wings
Pity them as they
Speak my name in vain
My divine pleasure taken
In watching them die
Thus, ever they shall suffer as I do

Ornate wisdom
Revealed in mine eyes
I shall sip the wine
Of tumultuous life
My kiss and a promise
I shall give thee now
Never shall I weep
As they cry out my name

A hymn to my wandering light
Blackening sun, emptiness
Taste victory unquenched
Throughout my millennia
Embodied by this distortion
Of my withering stare

Fools, have thy moment of glory
As my blanket of death unfolds
Upon thy children
Watch my glorious triumph in hatred
Regret thy error as I take them:
One by one

[Wisdom: ]
A mask I wear of infinite gestures
A vale of dusk beyond my jaded horizon
Death for thee hath many faces
Life hath but only one

[Deceit: ]
Prepare thyself for my victorious era
As showers of blood spill forth upon thee
From the ebony gates
Of my black heaven

-AUTUMN TEARS

Do They Ever Sing?

Child: Do the children ever sing?
The Beautiful: Alas, they do not sing but songs of woe and
remembrance.
Child: Do the children ever dance?
The Beautiful: Alas, they can dance no more.
Child: Do the children ever laugh?
The Beautiful: Alas, their laughter can be heard no longer.
Child: Do the children ever play?
The Beautiful: Alas, their days of playing have long since
ended.
Child: Do the children ever sleep?
The Beautiful: Alas, the children cannot sleep. They can only
dream.
Child: Do the children ever cry?
The Beautiful: Alas, I do regret, they forever cry tears of
sadness.
Child: Do the children ever love?
The Beautiful: Alas, they can love no more.
Child: Do you love the children?
The Beautiful: I love all of my children, yet I fear they cannot
love me.
Child: Do you love me?
The Beautiful: I shall love thee forever, my dearest one. Sleep
now, as we enter this endless memory together, and see thy death
awakened… all in a moment…

-AUTUMN TEARS

The ebony meadow (Act III)

Crosses of silk, soil of stone and streams of blood
Winds sing sorrowful melodies of a youthful earth
The trees hang their heads in baneful prayer
We listen in wonder to the tales of the moon

[The Beautiful: ]
May I watch the stillness pass me by
May I forever choose to embrace the light, imprison by laughter
My waking wisdom serves me less to my conscience
Remove my spirit from the wind, I shall remain forever
O’ chivalrous, O’ heavenly garden
Choose me for but one more task

- AUTUMN TEARS

The battle (Act II)

[Deceit: ]
Now must choose O’ wretched soul, for thyself, thou must choose
Choose to take or be taken, to be tortured by thy
Sorrow by giving into thy reluctance and pity
Go then, if thou must, to die a miserable wretch within
Thy blackened kingdom

[Benevolence: ]
Listen not to the lies of false humanity
Only through purification of thy spirit may rest be found
Anger shall not soothe thy ever aching heart
The only promises kept are ones made from thyself

[Wisdom: ]
Take now this finality of injustice… I shall offer thee no mercy
To rid thyself of false identity thou must free this soul dammed by thee
Thy child to be released by life taken from thee
And this soul of one so full of everlasting youth shall be returned unto me
Dare to awaken my vengeance with thy defiance
To this your death in life I shall forever condemn thee
Heed this last warning, my pitiful soul
For when I vanquish thy breed… they shall all become mine

[Child: ]
Take not my life, o beautiful earthen mother
For now I shall retain my youth granted from thee forever
As I was taken I now take and wish to remain in thy shadow
Take not my life, for together we shall unveil this fragile earth

[Deceit: ]
Heed the words spoken, seek no longer an answer
If it be not enough, then for thy pride only bow to none
Let those who would take thy only possession from thee
Be cast in amber flames and eternal darkness

[The Beautiful: ]
My mind, a tangled mass of utter confusion
The conquest for my soul, a struggle tearing me apart
If I must act to rid myself of the scourge within me
Then by and by my soul be damned, so it shall be done

[Benevolence: ]
If thou dost truly love thy child and whish to cleanse thy soul of sin
Thy immortal life extinguished and all thy children to find rebirth
Thy flesh must remain within the earth while thy soul shall await judgement

[Deceit: ]
Be not a fool, for thy slumber may wait and remain indifferent
Thy mask shall fall and then turn to dust
Shouldst thou renounce thyself and venture into the realm of light
Thy chains shall remain forever

-AUTUMN TEARS

The garden of crystalline dreams (Act I)

[Wisdom: ]
I deny thee entrance in my beautiful garden
For it is not thee who hath corrupted mankind, than
who?
Thou shalt spend the eternity in contemplation… of
thy sins

[The Beautiful: ]
O please, sorrow and remorse, I beg of thee
Have pity, I do repent, show thy mercy upon me
Grant me passage beyond my hateful life

[Wisdom: ]
Foolish one, I cannot allow thy soul to remain free
I do pity thee, yet you are beyond my grasp
You belong to the other, I cannot sever that which
binds thee
To enter my kingdom, thou must first cleanse thy soul

Hath I never sailed upon infinite shores of sin
The inner glory suppressed only by the shadow of fear

To find oneself buried so deeply in uncertainty
The delicate threads of hope tirelessly fray…

[The Beautiful: ]
Am I to suffer my eternity tormented by phantoms of
being?
Is there no hope for one dying, pleading soul?
Of so, then I shall not suffer alone

[Benevolence: ]
Thou must find thy soul and release thy hatred
Within thyself may thou find the dreams to change thy
fate
Only then may these ivory gates open for thee

[Deceit: ]
Listen not to the lies of those whom hath condemned
thee
Art thou to trust whom hath taken that which was thine

Seek not love, but hatred and vengeance
Then only my thee find ease for the severed heart

- AUTUMN TEARS

Moon of amber

Umbra,
We watch the Moon of Amber.
And again, the Garden mourns its silent dream.
Unguarded,
Some fragments of light linger in your sky.
Were we like sublunary lovers
Straying on the seas of your heart,
Sailing down the streams of your mind,
Soothing your marble face anew…
Dim… in the shadows of our sun,
We have been blinded by agony,
Our dazzling eyes empty of stars,
Our voices wordless with fear,
Our ears so envious of deafening,
Our withdrawing souls longing for death,
We drowned in a Moon of Amber.

– ELEND

The Wake Of The Angel

I am the eyes of the Basilisk.

As you enter the forest of my sleep,
Drawing aside the bushes of glimmering light,
You will remember the prayer of Orion.

Drifted in me, you are alone.

The hour approaches and the Moon, dim as clay,
Pours a sea of tears into our swollen eyes.
Kill the dying in my soul, my love,
For Death once dead bears no more dying then,
And you’ll be dead to strike the dead.

I have written your name so often
On the chiselled vault.
But my writing hands are the roots of my misery.

Now everything stands still in the wake of the Angel…

- ELEND

A Shadow Painted White

“A rose for the dead ones…
Sometimes they want to die
Sometimes they want to live
When they live they come to me
When they die they are silent

No tender mercy shall I give as they plead for us
Without remorse I shall take their lives
Silently in chaotic passion

From their impending, mindless presence
Reaping the emptiness within
My blackened eyed the last horror they shall see

Damned am I… no
For there is no damnation my soul hath not taken
Shall I be swayed in my vengeance
As time tears open my wounds?
I think not! “

– AUTUMN TEARS