Gothic-Surrealism

Words of a world, strange though wonderful.

O Hellfire Night

O hellfire night! The sky-candles aglow and flickering,

It is in the darkness of the false saviour’s birth.

Long live heavenly light and from within the womb hell is screaming.

Till the child of falsity appeared, and the Holy spirit fell into the black earth.

 

A thrill of nocturnal hope, the refreshed world of night rejoices,

The gracious harp strings snipped, a new beginning for angels to mourn

So, fall to your knees upon the teeth of gravel. Oh, hear the coming, hellish voices!

O hellfire divine, the darkness that the antichrist was born;

 

O fire, O hellfire, O darkness-divine!

O fire, O hellfire, O darkness-divine!

 

Led by the firelit rays of Hell’s eye; beaming,

With shining hearts aflame, then smoldering by his cradle - in ash we stand.

O’er the desolate heavens a red star is pulsating,

Now come the regiments from out of the dark land.

 

The King of bullshit lay thus so lowly within the rotten manger;

In all our delusions he was born to be our savior.

We think he knows our need, our delusions are no stranger,

 

Behold your bullshit! Before him stoutly stand!

Behold your bullshit! Before him raise your chin!

 

Falsely he taught us to love one another,

His law is hypocritical, and his blood-wine are grease.

Chains he shall be clinked, otherwise this slave with hypocrisy will us smother.

And without his name all oppression shall cease.

 

Diabolical hymns of lust in grateful carnality scream we,

With all of hell’s thunder we reject his holy name.

Christ is the slave! Then shall praise we.

 

His falsehood and delusions ever more we proclaim!

His falsehood and delusions ever more we proclaim!

 

O fire, O hellfire, O darkness-divine!

O fire, O hellfire, O darkness-divine!