Malkuth lyrics

The Cry of Adelain (Embrace the Lesbian Goddess)

Raised from the tomb of the sun
Where the pure is primitive
As primitive as Saturnus and Cronos
She is the stars' veil

Created in the Horus-Aeon
Inside the rain of opium
And distilled from the celestial nectar
She's young and woman

In your forms
The nymph's seduction
Death and life,
I want you,
Babylon's whore

Princess of ecstasy
Child of vulgarity
Goddess of innocence
Daughter of desire
Mother of illusion

She lives in an incestuous romance
Beautiful symphony of the cursed
Your sanctuary are the woods
Flying in the universe of delirium

Muse of profane poets
Your dogma and law are the sin
In your lips: the black magiks
In your spirit: the spell of Caim

Eyes of tantric nature
As inspiring as the hills of Kanchenjunga,
Explicit female desire
Dawn of the unmistakable blood


This is such an unusual song that it doesn't exist online so I can listen to it, which makes it even more interesting. It was the same with "Reflections" by Brian Bishop that I heard on the radio in the car. It's kind of silly and not music I would usually like, but in that moment it was good to hear it. I found this one while looking for something completely different. I love these fairly unknown, obscure bands that show up now and then. My life is a lot about music, that is a fact as solid as stone. I'm a nerd that way, always discovering more of it in such different genres.
This is poetry, the kind that I could write whenever inspiration chooses to visit.

I put down what I can identify with, not meaning that I'm a lesbian goddess. But I could be.
I could be anything. Not going to give you juicy details of what I really KNOW within. But there are these thoughts I can share and you may think whatever about it. I do it for me and those that can relate. What I care about and think about first, is me. It's enlightened self interest, because when I do that it is easier to be there for others and have compassion for them as well. This I have learned by experience.

When I got into some kind of nirvana or Kether, the Crown I thought "This is it, I will never be that sad princess again." And it was some kind of relief. This was the imagined balance. But there was more, someone wanted his bitch back and she flew to him and continued to stir up dust from the ground and setting fires in her passion. To cry and laugh. What had changed was that I really looked at him for the first time, saw him and what he means to me. The one that had been there all along. Just like how I saw nature a year ago, everything was like I saw it for the first time. I can tell you that the true indifference and peace comes only when the body dies, if ever.

Some of my conversations with people can become a bit like poetry when I write, maybe I should select some of it and put it here so all those that like to use my earlier words and messages either to mock or something else can have it all collected in one place. I suggest you create something of your own instead of putting all this energy on me, although I am honored that you listen. You know who you are.

Time is art
Love is art
Imagination is art
even War can be
Treat them with care
and not deceive
or be deceived by them
Focus your will
and live forever