Unpunished

No one knows actually what Father Christmas did to Mother Christmas.

OFFERING

OFFERING

Night falls oppressive

And your heart is trembling.

Clouds pounce on the sky

And your spirit is crawling to the ground.

Thunder is close;

Your daring far-off.

The forest teems with blood-lusting wild beasts

Your blood!

To escape! your eyes, nose, ears are crying.

Black birds are singing a deathsong:

Thou! Going over the Leviathan's domains!

Wherein the incubus´ footfalls waver,

Wherein the succubi are stalking your flesh,

Wherein you are to die torn apart,

And He Will have his supper.

You won't survive since no-one does it

But you will rather die once and a thousand times,

Once we start to enjoy thee.

We will sharpen our nails upon your sex

And you will ask willingly to go on to next torture.

Seek a hide

If you can,

For there is nowhere to hide in Armageddon’s time

And the dead will satiate its hunger on your palpitating pieces.

Refuse the flight and let yourself fall to the ground.

We will immolate you slow and minutely.

It will be the best for you,

Because you are living a escapeless time.

Grim-winged Meeting

At any moment I will fly

along with an unknown species

into one same whirlwind

and together we will endeavour to decide

who is flesh for who.

The Flight of the Lappet-faced Vulture coming soon!

My Spanish novel, "El vuelo del oricú", is being already translated into English and it will hit the shelves next February.

Just between you and me, "The Flight of the Lappet-faced Vulture" sounds to me a bit awkward... It lacks the euphonic flow of the Spanish title. You can´t have it all, though...

My brand new dark novels...

Lo and behold! There you are my brand new dark books, in Spanish by now. If you want to read (and revere) all of them in English, just go pester my devious & demoniac publishers...

Our Satan

Our Satan who art in subsoil

Hallowed be thy name

Thy Kingdom come

Thy will be done

On earth as it is in hell

Give us this night

Our nightly blood

And punish us for our trespasses,

As we punish those who trespass against us

And lead us not into redemption

But deliver us from good.

Nema.

IDOLATRY IN ZALAHAR

People say that Zalahar, the Forgotten amidst the dunes, Shahir empire last embers, forgot for some time Yalaud's cult, favouring a new kinder-faced god...
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