Benediction
			Dark is the Season


1. Foetus Noose

Cloying blackness, within the womb, unwanted child's fleshly tomb.
Umbilicus, a weaved choke, hung in time, frail neck is broke.

Aborted form's placenta shroud, writhe in untold fear.
Suffer not this child to live, awash in bitter tears.

Eternally they're cast in a sea of feculence.
Sound the flatline knell, bloodied noose, a cold embrace.

Salted out of life's chance, lost souls disarrayed.
What never was, can never be, grotesques we betrayed.

Mortal remains. Now just burning embers.
It cuts both ways, for all those dismembered.

Carbonized by fire, burning flames of hate.
Guilty in a blinkered court, destruction, child's play.

Beaten derewcts on the brink of death, there's no requiem.
Nothingness is what remains, no chance to live again.


2. Forged In Fire

Scraping the Earth in search of the essence
Metallic rock ore where iron is present
Extraction smelters burn hot with phosphorescence

Rivulets of sweat steam hot in the mold
Splashes in magenta, yellow and gold
Glowing sparks flashing too hot to hold

Made for pounding a massive weight
Forming metal, willing fate

Power blasted streams engage the injection
The mechanism reacts with affection
Processing starts and so begins infection

Altered shape, affected matter
Giving form, an ominous factor
Never break it, it will never bend
The Anvil was Forged In Fire

Made for pounding a massive weight
Forming metal, willing fate


3. Dark Is The Season

Joyride!
In my dreams the world is - dark.
For the longest time just - black.
No light until the end - fall.
Witness what is hidden.

"There are opportunities with in life...for gaining knowledge...and experience"

A grizzly find.
Playing on the mind.
Let's confusion thrive.
Warning her to stay alive.

Love letter of lead.
Directly from my heart.
Will send you straight to hell.

Deeper and deeper, look beneath.
Find the secrets that lie.
Raped in velvet, oh so blue.
Time has come, unmystify.

These outrageous events.
Break through the peaceful silence.
Into a fragile community.
Enters madness, insanity.

A season of darkness.
No faith in the calm.
Nothing but the storm.

Now it is dark.
Don't you look at me.
You have my disease.
Inhale the ecstacy.


4. Jumping At Shadows

It had to be done!
Conspiring web, killing me, the end.
Let me haunt you, a chilling tale.
Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds.
Perhaps we'll meet someday, when I get blown away.
Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight.
Bloody family.
Darkened death.
An absolute, depravity
If a weak linkage found, eliminate.
Hear the cities fearful roar. =
*"Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, urine and
blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood of all my victims.
I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I asked...What of your children?"*
Out to silence me.
Bloodied family.
Now I sleep.
The city weeps.

["*" taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam]


5. Experimental Stage

Clawed fingers forcing iron bars, visions of tortured misery.
Semi-human tears of frustrated rage, hunched up in this fuckin' cage.

My emotions are artificially induced. Though no further need to feel.
Now I've fabricated steel limbs, electro-pulses throb within.

Man made monster, morbid science.
Deaf to my feeble protests, I've served my purpose.

In my veins life fluid used to flow. Now drained and replaced.
With sedative substances, to restrain instinctive rage.

Man made monster, morbid science.
Deaf to my feeble protests, I've served my purpose.