The Mother's Bed which erst stood in a Square
Is shortly after made Orbicular:
And on each side the Covering (as Round)
With Luna's Lustre Rightly doth Abound.
Thus from a square, the Bed a Globe is made
Fair, white, and cleare emerges from the shade
Of Night, whence doth a Ruddy Nature spring
T'enjoy the Merry Scepter of a King.
Hence God sett ope the Gates of Paradise,
Where Cynthia deckt him in Coelestiall Guise,
Sublim'd him to the Heavens, and when sh'had done,
Crown'd him in Glory, aequall with the Sun.
Foure Elements, Brave Armes, and Polish'd well
God gave him: In the mid'st whereof did dwell
A Crowned Maid, ordained for to be
In the fifth Circle [of the Mystery]:
With all delicious unguent flowed she
When Purg'd from Bloody Menstruosity:
On every side her Count'nance Brightly shone,
She being adorn'd with every Precious Stone.
A Lyon Greene did in her Lapp reside
(the which an Eagle fed) and from whose Side
Blood gushed out: the virgin drunck it upp,
Whilst Mercury's Hand did th'Office of a Cupp.
The Milk (admir'd) she hastened from her Breast
Bestow'd it frankly on the Hungry Beast,
And with a Sponge his face she likewise dry'd
Which her own Milke had often Madefy'd.
Upon her Head a Diadem she did weare
With Fiery Feete sh'Advanced into the Aire;
And glittering Bravely in her Golden Robes
Tooke place ith' Middle of the Starry Globes.
Thus Shee (by all the Planetes, Times, and Signes,
Dark, and Despised Clouds supported), Shines
and sits in Haire of Nett-worke, whilst the king
With his Glad Eyes, is, her Beleagreing.
Thus she Triumphantly of kings is Chiefe
Of Body's sick the only Grand Reliefe:
Such a Reformist of Defects, that shee
is worshipped by Men of each degree.
To Priests and Kings she yields an Ornament
The sick and needy sort she doth content:
What Man is hee will slight so Rich a Store,
As drowns the very thought of being Poore?
Wherefore (O God!) vouchsafe to graunt us this,
That through th' Encrease made of its species
And Second Birth, wee may ones and Agen
Enjoy its Firtile and Sweete Fruits. AMEN.
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Raw, aggressive, an unyielding, which is pretty much everything there is to love about black metal. An absolutely tour de force that will have you throwing up horns and sticking your tongue out as you “BLEGH!” your way through this EP. Kirk Gauthier
A blackened doom concept record about the very real problem of amphibian extinction, “Croak” is a punishing, essential listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2022
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Both of these bands have the distinction of completely wretched vocals, some of the most disgusting you will hear. Musically I’m partial to Atra Mors, but Torver rips as well with intense blackened punk. Unholy Invocation is the weirdest black metal song I’ve ever heard, and that’s saying something. It sounds more like the theme to a cop show, or a cheesy horror film, from the 70s or early 80s. Metallurgical Fire