Bans Demon

Blackly grows the mood,

Gathering and swirling

Like clouds upon the horizon

 

Errant strikes of pain

Flash in reddened eyes

Hackles raised in lust

 

Anger rumbles harshly

Thundering recklessly

Teeth bared and gleaming

 

Like swirls of rain

Sorrow pools in pain

Gathering reprisal

 

Muddied streaks of thought

Unclear and venomous

Streak across my eyes

 

Uncaring words, scathing

From lips and fingers

Seeking only oblivion

 

Pain builds in anger

Retribution burns

Rampant and seething

 

Searching, longing

Looking for victim

For hellish glee

 

Taste the darkness

Acidic and deadly

Seeking union in

 

Touch through agony

Of scars and burdens

From yesterday

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2007

Heretic

Heretic

You fear to look me in the eyes

What cowardice in your soul lies

Pray to your god, The Lord of Flies

What will you do when your body dies

Set yourself upon a pedestal

To try and tear another down

Portray yourself as better than

Till you meet Arrawn’s Hounds

Bigotry and hatred lies and ignorance

Have atrophied your souls eternal grace

Your blind sorry assed self righteousness

Have helped repress the human race

Fundamentally its simple

Kill all of your fears

And tear down the temples

That bore us through uncounted years

To save a soul you thought you’d lost

Yet it was never yours to save

Trade in blind hypocrisy defrayed a faithless cost

Now the ways of power and love to you are estranged

The wheel has turned and you dread the change

The lies you’ve lived do dissolve

Hatred and fear will never solve

Two thousand years of misery

Treasure of the churches Heresy

Banfiadh copywrite 1997

 

FTW

Memories long dismaying

Sometimes they seek to slay me

Ill hunt down who betrays me

Their blindness won’t delay me

 

Within my mind there are times

When all goes still and dark

Devour all those fine illusions

While the universe goes stark

 

Existing in repressed fear

Denying self what isn’t seen

If you simply ceased to breathe

You might have never been

 

The edifice of tissue truth

With which you spew in reason

Created catastrophe of denial

Your truth is freedom’s treason

 

With razor knives within the eyes

Pierce and shred your fragile skin

To strip away your hallowed lies

And devour the rot within

 

Thousands of years of blackened tears

Bound deep within your hearts

No one left to save you now

And soon the burning starts

 

You feast upon the wreckage

Of world your lies have made

Dragged down life relentlessly

With devils pact you’ve made

 

The redemption of your life

Is paid in love of others blood

Return upon your ignorance

In crimson cleansing flood

 

Apathetic and pathetic

Your life of aiming low

Don’t you fucking realize

Your just ponies in a show

 

You wander round within the lines

Pretending to be free

In truth your only wearing out

The skin upon your knees

 

The crime your casting

With lasting apathy

Your condemning everyone

To be nothing more than thee.

 

Banfiadh copyright 2008