Die geheimen Tagebücher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

In High Heels - Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

I cleanse my skin in flames of hell
From blood and shame and lepers’ smell
Flowers unnamed and forsaken by reason
Are growing like weeds in the garden of treason
As man is my victim it’s he who I torture
Engaged in perversions with Judas’s daughter
I salvage my soul in the essence of violence
My gospel is wisdom but censured and silenced
We dance in nights of broken glass
Where stars collide and dreams collapse
We dance in nights of broken glass

The past we disowned will awaken again
Our conscience of bloodshed bears witness to shame

The world we pursue is forsaken by man
The earth is my kingdom it is where I dance
I salvage myself in perversions and wine
Consumed and depraved by the bondage of time
In lust I redeem all my yearnings and needs
Let’s murder in nightmares of pleasures besieged


We dance in nights of broken glass
Where stars collide and dreams collapse
We dance in nights of broken glass

Defiance of worship on thorns I decay
The twilight of conscience my salvage portrayed
The penance of forfeit your verdict received
In judgement we dream of confessions deceived
The killing of mankind won’t ever desistI’m God, I am Satan, I’m all that there is
The sun is my kingdom it is where I dwell
In high heels we wander through heaven and hell


We dance in nights of broken glass
Where stars collide and dreams collapse
We dance in nights of broken glass