Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 01 Expanding Eternity

Towards the Eastern wind
Where mountains pierce the clouds
The storm ripen with all that is dark
Black as the souls it contains
Casting down its wrath
With lightning as sharp as a blade
Ripping through the sheet of dust
Aimed at the festering life
Proclaiming extension
To the nothing that awaits
On ancient spirits we ride
Expanding eternity

Decrepit Holy Ghost
Infirmly vile and weak
Ears removed
Prayers unanswered

Holy essence impaired
Unsacred strength declared

Marred by filth
Mauled by faith
A soul’s demolition
Intolerance

Holy essence stale
Unsacred strength prevail!

Spirits of my blood
Creators of foundation
Satan’s carpenters
Expanding eternity

Hank Stellae 5.8.23

Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 02 Saturnine

Stygian Somber
Dreary gloom
Shadowy chamber
Dim lit room
Dismal existence
Morose divine
Blinded witness
Saturnine

Daunted
Dejected
In darkness, we explore

Haunted
Rejected
Endeavor we ignore

Until we’re swallowed
Or set aflame and floating
A mist of the ashes that follow
On the gears of the ocean
A coffin or a forgotten makeshift grave
A coffin or a forgotten makeshift grave

Hank Stellae 5.15.23

Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 03 Ignis (Mors Nostra Est)

Overwrought
Distraught with fear
Caught in the fire
We sought
What got us here

Flames of scorched bitten skins
From the thresh of these flesh sewn wings
Celebration of all forgotten sins
Harmonizing the agonizing screams that sings

Soundtrack for the ground black with char
Most left beheaded, buried by the stars
Conditions of premonitions so far
Proves the visions of situations with scars

Fata sepulcrorum (Fate of the graves)
Crustam solis (Crust of the sun)
Primum instrumentum superesse (The first tool to survive)
Ignis… mors nostra est (Fire… is our death)

Hank Stellae 5-19-23

Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 04 Laid to Wrest

Abhor before
Except the lore
Christ ignored
Blood impure

Faces tasteless
And replaces
Track the traces
To the places

Laid to wrest
Death undressed

Lord counterfeit
Piece of shit
The seeping slits
Upon the wrist

Their god is dead
Within their head
The blood that bled
Is ours instead

Laid to wrest
Death undressed

Abhor before
Except the lore
Wrench the wings from their spines
Christ ignored
Blood impure
Yet bottled in a sheep sinned wine
Faces tasteless
And replaces
Common sense within their minds
Track the traces
To the places
Empty space is all you find

Laid to wrest
Death undressed

Hank Stellae 5.30.23

Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 05 Weeping Dry…

Familiar sorrow
Fractured grip
Mends in time
Discounted moments
Discarded for now
Regret is leering
Closely watching
Waiting and hating
Not knowing when…

Impressions slander
Judgmental glare

Flesh is just a shell
Open your eyes
To a bright shining sun
Breathe in the air
Immortal master
Endless ponder
Weeping dry

Hank Stellae
Lyrics written 5.25.23
Music written and recorded 6.3.23

Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 06 Hearken

Vacant patience
Stolen vigor
Strength given
To our souls… listen

Hank Stellae 6.4.23

Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 08 Visions From a Dead Soul

Watch the withering flame flicker again
Lost within its pain
Inspired but insane
Creeping through the shadows
Feeding off of filth and disgust
Can’t move my eyes through the crust
Built up visions infecting thy sight
But nothing can be made unseen
Hectic beyond the septic cross
Surrounding to all that is lost

Hank Stellae 6.6.23

Stellae – Plutonis Porta – 09 It’s Always Been

Perfect timbre
Of distorted answers
Contrast of tones
Echoes in bones
Natural amp still damp
From the transfer
Dismal quotes
In provoked half notes
Stubborn melodies
Repeat forlorn
Respond despondently
Within it’s scorn
A demon is born
Interior chords
Absorbs the spirit
A demon is born
Interior chords
Absorbs the spirit
…It’s always been

Hank Stellae 6.7.23