BEFORE EVIL
April-May, 1995ce; 29 Anno Satanas
German translations in **, Latin<> S
Vagina Dentatis (Chaleptimos/Loviatar)
< The Teeth Of The Vagina >
The wickedness of ages has scarred our faceless faces
Ensnared in this, your web of Faith
A sacrifice of purity, an offering of chastity
And the blazing Lust, that assures demise
The quickened pulse and trembling, the thrashing and descending
Skewered on these thorns that bleed
Blazing claws that rake across my naked skin
The fire dances freely, the only eyes to see me
Pain is Pleasure, nothing else is left to chance...
A slice and a tear, an exposure of skin
Breaking these chains is only breaking them in
Nothing is lost, except the welts on my flesh
Come, dance in the storm and be borne afresh
The wickedness of ages has scarred our faceless faces
Drowning in these pools of Doubt;
We are bound by chains, in the wake of stolen virtues
A Delicate Balance Of Power (Chaleptimos)
...and I looked unto the Heavens, and I beseeched them: Fall!
Fall! Fall, ye noble among nobles
And perverse amid truth!
Fall, that we may know the Darkness, what encrusts us within the bosom of her wisdom!
And show me the things that can be seen only in the Dark:
Those shaded, incorporate things that the eyes-to-the-out cannot know,
But which must be seen by the eyes-to-the-in
And touch me softly in the places where it hurts
Touch me forever, but ne'er penetrate:
For the hands-of-the-out cannot touch the flesh-of-the-in
A coo in the sting of violent memory
It was then that the Heavens unleashed their vow
I left early that April morn, riding with ease upon the wind
As the rain began to fall
And, in somber requiem to Her, a great thunder was amassed
...And all the gods wept.
Balance of Power:
I call the name of Love, and lie in still bondage
Who am I to upset this balance of Power?
I never opt to question the nature of my submission,
I come to know and love this balance of Power!
I want you to crush me down, under your booted heel
Sharp teeth and tender flesh, ecstatic pain unreal
I want you to stand above me, with whip and leash in hand
I'll give my Power to you, if you'll only understand
Her fingers burn my skin, even as the pain within
The Burning, the Will the Goal, all under Her control
Even as the fire in my soul is this blazing Inferno...
Does it hurt?
Does this burn?
Everything hurts!
I want you to beat me down, and pierce my skin with flame
I'll let you dominate in this balance of Power
Bevor Diesem Kaltem Strom (Chaleptimos)
*Before This Cold Storm*
We are none of us truly in waking...
But what is "pain?" And what is "freedom?"
Can you really claim emancipation from bondage?
I've come to summon the phantoms of eager ecstacy
Waiting for the sting...
And lose my Self into another human soul
This moment in time, I choose submission to this cold storm's ambiance...
And who are you to say that I am "wrong?"
And who are you to judge from your plastic pedestal?
Die Schatten, In Dennen Das Geist Kam (Chaleptimos/Loviatar)
*The Shadows, In Which The Ghost Came*
"At this moment, I feel no love for you at all. I never thought that would ever happen, but it has."
-from The Godfather Part II
Sifting through the cosmos, and I'm filled with gross remorse
The Loves that we hold have long grown cold
Draining my soul of recourse,
Ever siphoning my Will of its force
Aborted thoughts of noble Love; contempt of man, a fleeting dove,
NOT ME!!
Emptiness is a sick shadow, a silhouette of pestilence,
BUT NOT ME!!
We are all the same in Birth and Death, here within this liquid Earth
The future is but a thing of the past
Faint shadows will slumber in memory lost
Long shadows fade back into dust
We'll cauterize this Yesterday, dry her flesh up where she stands,
BUT NOT ME!!
To liquify this apparition, this spectre crying for who we Were
BUT NOT ME, NO NOT ME...
April Morning (POEM:Tencen ATMOSPHERE:Chaleptimos/Loviatar/Tencen)
this, our every breath
these, tainted, against your genitals, against the back of my hand
a sharp, stabbing heat, slick with the spittles dew,
thick with the high conqueror lust
Cockshaft raised upon high in battle
fear the shame, dread the name, but not the pleasure from whence it came
Know skin the pleasure fields
no Honey no no not there not soon
this weight, this name
this heat Breathes my killer's pain
not here-- no more than this:
a Private embrace, deep within publicity's Chains.
worn raw with the rays of disacknowledgement
...encoded in the stains of raw release
it's this:
This cross rather than the jigsaw of hands, this jumbled, clumsy fall to grace. NO.
i suckle the thorn of shallow sin from your side
awashed in truth
...and golden pain we ride
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(Unjustifiably long versions of MLTD) Making Love To Death {The Ecstacy Of Submission} (Chaleptimos)
Never escape the firm grip She holds, She bids me, "Come lie down, where the flame is cold"
Cold, cold, cold, still colder; older than ancient, growing ever older...
Mistress, we fear not your grasp! The Fire of the soul is doused at last
Last, the last thing is the Pain, only the fluid from Her body can quench this Flame!
Come lay with me, come stay with me
She doesn't love us, but She won't betray us. The sting of Her whip will never evade us
And She'll be there when we need Her most; leather fingers, searing flesh, white metal, black ghost
She's watching me for a point of submission, I cannot bare Her fierce glare, I offer myself up
Scourge slaps raw and welted skin, Flame to purge this flesh of Sin...
As there is Sex, so there must be Death...
Welcome me into Your arms!
Love is a lie; Life is a lie; Get the hell back; Just fuck off and die!
Serve the Goddess on bended knee: strip this flesh of tired soul
Strapped down, a shock shoots through your ribs, twisted scraps of heated metal
Küß die Stieffeln von der Herrin, leck die Füßer von der Gottin
Alles Tod, niemanden frei; Alles unter Sklaverei!
*Kiss the boots of the Mistress, lick the feet of the Goddess
All Death, no-one free; All under slavery!*
Cilius-Infernus! Cilius-Infernus! Cilius-Infernus! Emancipation-Bondage!
< Heaven-Hell >
Making Love To Death {Bound By Chains}
Merging souls in the unity of flesh, passion burns with a tender caress
Let my Self flow into the Other and open up to receive this lover
We tensen our stomachs in apprehension. The first lash is the greatest unleashing of tension
And all will fall prey, bow down and obey before the Mistress of all things, where the pinions stay
And in life, we remain awaiting the pain, waiting for the sting to pour down like rain!
-Mater Mortis-Mater noster < Mother Death-our Mother >
Trust in the Mistress, two spirits as one, even as flames join in hungry union
The loss and the crumbling, the shattering of faith. Kneel before Lady Death, and mind thee thy place!
She rides on Her subjects, in chains as a mount, the last to lay down with thee, in the cold, lifeless ground
-Come lay with me, come stay with me, Mater Mortis-Mater noster
Stretched out spread-eagle on Her bed of fire: the Lupus in Homid garb
When tired bones expire, She won't ever leave me. We are bound, as by chains, to Death
Mistress! We fear not Thy grasp, the Fire of the soul is doused at last!
-As there is Sex, so there must be Death. Mighty feet meet burning lips; Tender skin, rough thrusting hips
Love is a lie; life is a lie; get the hell back; just fuck off and die!
-The tears of loss burn now, but this, too, shall pass...
{Radio Edit} by Chal; {Barnyd} (an experiment into the unexplored realms of hillbilly gothic) by Tencen/Chal
"...RETURN TO THY MISTRESS, AND SUBMIT THYSELF UNDER HER HANDS."
-Genesis 16:9
The Nemo-Dog: Before Evil is a Dumb Cow Go Home, Inc. production
THEN THE BURNING
The cool, soothing embrace of a razor's fine edge, followed by its sharp bite...
Then the searing shriek of a heated silver chain, now black with the soot of a
burning candle and thick with the aroma of burnt hair...
Then the rich scent of cured hide, tanned and burnt and fashioned into an
instrument of guidance...
Then the hissing breath, sucked in through teeth, now clattering in uncontrolled
shivers that pull at the body, even as the puppet-mistress pulls the strings
of her marionette...
Then the twisting of a body against leather restraints, as it tries to evade the
harsh sting of the strap...
And the short whimpers and groans that escape the esophagus, in between intense
euphoric panting...
Then the eerie glow of dancing fires that illuminate the room into a den of
wolves, and sins of the damned...
The heavy pulsating of the veins in the wrists, as they struggle to compete with
secure metal bindings...
Then the tingling of ruddy faces, still flush:
Flush with the burning! That is what lust is.
the Nemo-Dog in 1995 (during this album):
Chaleptimos Versipellis: voice, guit, perc, keys, drawing, &c.
Loviatar Lupus Terribilus: violin, viola, keys, &c.
Tencen Moth: voice, keys, &c.
Dorian Gray: voice (i.e. 2 lines in the Barnyard Mix)
Walter Douglass: (live) Drums
Ryan "Mad Dog Kowalski" Goldstein: Layout (computer stuff)
*To be in-the-know about the Nemo-Dog goings on, or to get
albums/stickers/assorted garbage, write
The Nemo-Dog Fan Club and Secret Werewolf Cult, at:
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