Akercocke Words that go Unspoken, Deeds that go Undone 1. Verdelet Inspiring men to envy Murder and vanity Nurturing conceit and pride Hollow inside but dreaming I curse this World That it should keep turning I curse this God Who decrees that I should die I will give you Hell Avail the sins of the past I curse this God I will give you Hell ...that it should keep turning After I have passed away... “Do you recognize me?” As I wake you from your sleep Open your eyes... “Do you recognize me?” Nymphets demand coition Aching for penetration On this solstice night A catastrophic cadence Nymphets demand coition Aching for penetration... 2. Seduced Venerate her under many names As a pagan mystic rose Perfect prostitute priestess Face dripping with the semen of many Initiatrix to the great work, devoted Isis Without Osiris Demeaned and demonized by God A god so full of self hate Futile hate He loathes even his best creation So full of hate, Full of self hate Superior sub-rosa Sophia Sucking the anointed at the temple Fucking the Baptist by candle In the trance of Horasis Goddess soul carved in rock Heavenly hymns hewn in stone “Mary, I am lost without you” Raising arms to the head To the head of the bed Breasts rise across her ribcage Shooting thick white debris All over her face and hair “I have no place in this World without you” [Solo Mendonca, Wilcock] 3. Shelter From The Sand Nothing could save the Baptist Not cross, not altar, nor crucifix Old time lays waste the spirit Without condoning or condemning A complex sense of purpose For those with eyes to see “This town is afraid of me With good reason, It has see my true face” [Solo Mendonca] Walking freely among the enemy The Baptists lack of inner capacity Philosophical sagacity It is not seen as a defect But as a sign of strength A sign of strength "I shall lay my hands upon you Feel my hands touch you" As if the eyes of the blind come open Here is the servant In whom my soul delights Ancient sadness of desert sands An unending hymn of praise To the Sanhedrin of Sheol Everything is real Everything dies "I shall my hands upon you Feel my hands touch, touching you..." Here's the one in who my soul delights Close enough to touch yet out of reach Everything is real Everything dies ...close enough to touch you... [Solo Wilcock] 4. Eyes Of The Dawn "I give you my hands to your work I give you my eyes to see as you do I give you my tongue To speak your words I give you my mind That you may think in me..." But it is not the face of Leviathan Staring back from the mirror Elusive serpent with eyes of the dawn Is it not Luciferi that kisses The tips of her fingers Shining one among stones of fire It is not the whisper from Belial I shall exercise my right to be hateful Cleanse the tired mind Protect this fragile mind For it falls upon me To break the seventh seal To break the seventh seal "I give you my hands To do your work I give you my mind That you may think in me..." 5. Dying In The Sun [Instrumental / Ambient] 6. Words That Go Unspoken Part 1 Believe in everything and nothing My lushest of orchids To scratch beneath the veneer To see beneath the surface Singular rose with a secretive smile Calonice, green eyes aflame To scratch beneath the veneer To see beneath the surface Somewhere in between The idea and the action Everything is real [Solo Mendonca] Dissolving in darkness And autumnal embers Wormwood and salt as pain The goat that walks as a man To whom the debt must be paid Willingly or unwillingly To whom the debt must be paid "I lay drowning in the Euphrates When history was young Sinking amongst sephira Perfect portrait in perpetuity Of human war without end" Buxom Calonice, Green eyes aflame Irresistible breasts Cumbersome, imposing I lay drowning in the Euphrates When history was young Amongst sephira 7. Intractable (Words That Go Unspoken Part 2) If I could catch a glimpse Of your grand design I'd see the truth and be repelled Through your facade I see your putrid lies But grace you not with my disdain Arrogance betrays you Your weakness on your sleeve I force myself up through the mire To you my loves This is intractable I'll play my hand and always win Always...... As the morning star Who fell into the dance I know my anger shall prevail I always win! Win! Your cards on the table No chance! I always win My anger will always prevail I always win And I always will 8. Seraphs And Silence Exact, total circle Without defect Perennial cycle As Solomon’s temple Percipient plane Panacea to proportion Suck on the breast of an Angel Kiss perfect scars Spread lips wide apart Sweat cools and dries Set not much faith in the crucifix Holy man A faith too young Suck on the breast The breast of an Angel Her sweat, sweat cools and dries [Solo Wilcock] Suck on the breast of an Angel Kiss perfect scars Spread lips wide apart 9. The Penance At the threshold of the dark Whispering adoration Like the breath of a lover Longevity Even though we know life Is perfected by death Longevity [Solo Wilcock] Potent priapic protrusion Thick black crescent of semen Anoint the female devoted Swollen breasts dripping Coated tongues Insatiable dark angels Naked ecstatic Celebrate Satan In every eager orifice Slick wet orifice Insatiable dark angels Celebrate Satan! Within this pentagram of blood “His is the voice of truth, The voice of reason...” [Solos Wilcock, Mendonca] 10. Lex Talionis A moment when reason Has gone astray Suspended by threads That begin to fray What I’ve seen I can’t forget Yet the World keeps turning Am I left without regret An eye for an eye Hollowed apathy Weakened will Emotional Mendicants Blood to spill It is folly to accept These deeds unchanging When it’s your turn to reflect You’ll too late realize A moment when reason Has gone astray Suspended by threads That begin to fray