Enochian Mass

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Lyrics: Our Lady of Pain

Cannibal/poet Charles Swinburne has written some cool shit. Here's one about chewin' on a lady friend.

Our Lady of Pain

By the ravenous teeth that have smitten

Through kisses that blossom and bud

By the lips intertwisted and bitten

Till the foam has a savour of blood

By the pulse as it rises and falters

By the hands as they slacken and strain

I adjure thee, respond from thy altars

Our Lady of Pain

By the hunger of change and emotion

The thirst of unbearable things

Despair, born of devotion

A pleasure that winces and stings

Delight that consumes desire

Desire that outruns the light

By the cruelty, deaf as a fire

And blind as the night

All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows

In a twilight where virtues are vices

In chapels unknown of the sun

To a tune that enthralls and entices

They were wed and the dead were as one

For the tune from the altar has sounded

The orgy of the dead will begin

and the smell of the corpses abounded

to sweeten the sin

The worms will revive you with kisses

Thou shall change and transmute as a god

Feeding the serpent that hisses

and bathing the serpent in blood

Your life shall not cease though you want it

You shall live until evil be slain

and the good shall die first said the prophet

Our Lady of Pain

All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows

All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows

Monday, July 18, 2011

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

After recording our demo earlier this summer Enochian Mass has taken a break over the past few weeks. During that time we've joined up with another guitarist and slowed the tempo, but not the self abuse or drug intake. All of this is alive and well. The sound reminds me of Witchfinder General, which is not only a great band but also a fantastic movie.