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The Death Drive
08:58
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How fertile are your wounds?
Do they make you feel profound?
Can we exuviate the past
With the blood that we spilled?
When our guardian angels shed their wings
And buckets of piss replace the flowers once thrown our way
Do we let our faith set us alight
Or do we let it subside?
I plunged into the profane to reach the most profound
Wallowed in filth mundane to be granted truths sublime
But what seemed to be the cure
Only contorted my agony
How fertile are our wounds,
These waters about to spit out new moons?
Are they wombs in throes of giving birth
To stones cold and dead
What will the others’ eyes see:
The Morning Star’s kin
Or a lamb to be slain?
In blood, we are born
And in blood we become
Standing yet another trial
We succumb to the death drive
Through the opaque chasms
On a pale horse, I ride
Nursing my lacerations
I heed the call of the death drive
It’s a mystery that repels
A mystery that attracts
A flash of the arcane
As spearheads pierce this flesh of mine
In blood, we are born
And in blood we become
Again and again
We succumb to the death drive
Through the opaque chasms
On pale horses, we ride
Wound after wound
We heed the call of the death drive
Lost in a blizzard,
Through the nights of the soul
And the days of the flesh
With fervor and death’s pallor,
I’m wilting in the belly of damnation,
As if swallowed whole
But this myth I fed and savored
Left only scorn deep within
The narrative I found myself in
Was just a fashion of denial, a rationale of self-deceit
With life to lose and a world to win
A hero’s journey turns out to be an idiot’s dream
With all at stake and a world to win
Hero’s journeys end up an idiot’s dream
…And so it unravels
With the cracking of spines
With the bursting of lungs
With the gnashing of teeth
With an idiot’s dream
With the opening of wounds
With the slaying of the lamb
With the fleeing of rats
With the blade to be thrust
Straight into Jehova’s eye
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Smoke and Mirrors
05:56
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The more promiscuous mouths breed
Words which beget delusions of Herrschaft and potency
The more profane tongues will be ripped
From the pharynxes of self-righteous Pharisees
And the hands that claim to wield the lightning
Will end up cleaved and burnt
And those self-ordained warlocks dazed by hubris
Will finally stumble against the mirage of their own grandiosity
And crumble like cathedral spires,
Under the very weight of their own conceit
With lives as commodities
And souls at zero
Our mysticism is but smoke and mirrors
Smoke and mirrors
And their true believers
Raise Babel’s tower
Upon mud and feces
Forced transcendence
Of plain bigots, clerks
And try-hard aristocrats of the spirit
Proselytes shitfaced with Nietzsche and Evola
With lives as gimmicks
And souls at zero
All the mysticism is but smoke and mirrors
With actions as currency
And hearts at zero
Our great mysteries are just smoke and mirrors
No more, no less
We seek salvation in the words of salesmen
We sanctify whores to find comfort in their arms
We choose a den of iniquity as our promised land
We look for meaning but end up listening to the white noise instead
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Lifeblood
05:56
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All in one
One in all
Between fair and foul, midst love and loathing
Through filth and fane
In the eye of the storm
Is where I dwell
To contain the opposites
And revel on what tears me apart
I thrive on the conflict within
I am the flame and the fuse, I espouse the above and below
All in one
One in all
Have I brought reproach upon myself?
Or have I reached the apex of mine?
Lost in the deepest pits of the soul
The nethermost peaks take years to climb
I contain the opposites
And revel on what tears me apart
I thrive on the conflict within
And let Eden and Sheol in my blood unite
I own the contraries
And from them distill the nectar of life
As the lusts that rend my flesh
Become the blade that cuts the throat of a lamb
The confusion of lifeblood
The turmoil of will
The fractures of purity
Death throes and resurrection within
Where the twain shall never meet
Dance the sisters three
And tell that I am mine, one in the multitude
Manifold in singularity
To own the contraries
And to sunder the veil of denial
To turn the lusts that rend my flesh
Into a blade that slays a lamb
The effusion of lifeblood
The pain divine
The combustion of the self
A nail through the wrist of Christ
In fevers for too fucking long
It took a lifetime to break free
My innermost and utmost drive
That only torn to pieces,
I am most complete
Make me whole!
Dissolve and coagulate
On the paths of excess
Towards my palace of wisdom
From the peaks of euphoria
Straight into the pits of doubt
…and back again
The search for lifeblood
The pain divine
The combustion of the self
A stake through the heart of Christ
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Iskry
05:21
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Gdy zwierciadło odpowiada szyderstwem
A wewnątrz wyje otchłań
Sam siebie na piedestał wynoszę
I rzucam się w próżnię własnej miłości
Nad półbogów zastępy wzbić się pragnę
I w twarz się zaśmiać Wszechmogącemu
Uwierzyć, że jestem kimś więcej
Zawierzyć własnemu szaleństwu
Niemoc i sprawczość
Tęsknoty, rojenia i myśli kalekie
By krew z kamienia upuścić
I wyrwać z materii iskry boskości
To więcej niż życie
Ducha ogień, blask
I światłość światłości
Wola mocy trawiąca jaźń
By tańczącą gwiazdę zrodzić
I siebie samego pokonać
Nowy symbol, idea, nowy mit
A jakby żyły we mnie zawsze
Nowy przebłysk, idea, nowy świat
Co rzeczywistość zaćmi
Lśnienie, wiara, nowy mit
A jakby żyły we mnie zawsze
Nowy człowiek, życie, nowy świat
Co w plugastwie promienieć będzie
Przeciwko ludziom-cieniom
I życiu bez właściwości
Niegodzien boskiego tchnienia
Wykradam iskry
Mieliśmy oglądać pożar świata
Naszymi dłońmi wzniecony
A wijemy się, by z marnych serc człowieczych
Coś więcej niż pychę wykrzesać
Błądzimy w trudzie daremnym
By swym blaskiem wszechświat oślepić
Wieczny symbol, idea, wieczny mit
To one żyły we mnie zawsze
Nowy człowiek, życie, nowy świt
Co w plugastwie będzie jaśnieć
Niemoc i sprawczość
Tęsknoty, rojenia i myśli kalekie
By krew z kamienia wycisnąć
I wyrwać z materii iskry boskości
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5. |
So Bleeds the Night
07:26
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There is beauty in obscurity
From daylight withheld
When the sky is a starless void
Betwixt virtue and vice
It lies in wait
Seeing the world through the antagonist’s lense
In twilight’s embrace
Torn from the cunt of creation
Spewed forth by lecherous thighs
The lunar villain
The extinguisher of suns
Disturbs the countenance of Adonai
On this night of cosmic drama
The night when all gods die
From heavens, they fall
And lifeless they lay
On the prism of limbs entwined
The virtuous and the vicious
The malign and the benign
Lifeless they fall to the Earth
And lie upon the prism of limbs entwined
Oh, night vast and uncharted
My mistress, queen, and whore
Oh, mother of no mercy
Ensnare me, transform me
As your charm is wound up
Set yourself as a seal upon my heart
As a seal upon my arm
For love is strong as death,
And so is my hate
If the skies rained fire tonight
How could we wish upon a star
And dismiss this glare
As the light that doesn’t warn?
So bleeds the night
The night of nights
From the orifice in heaven’s vast expanses
Set yourself as a seal upon my heart
A seal upon my arm
For your love is strong as death
And the blood of thine is dense as tar
This is the night of cosmic drama
Whereupon all angels die
From heavens, they fall
And lifeless they lay
So bleeds the night
Breaking the vows of chastity
Nigra sed formosa
Nox Sophia
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Sedation to Sedition
05:28
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I have worn sackcloth and ashes for much too long
Entangled in cobwebs of guilt self-imposed
Through byss and abyss have I wandered
To hell and back again
It seems I’ve lost the acuity of vision
And those streaks of holy water have kept me blind for years
Spellbound by sleep paralysis,
I’ve borne the brunt of regret
It’s a nightmare
An enlightenment
Now the wrist once slit
Brings forth a clenched fist
And the throat that has never spat a single false note
Now screams a discordant hymn
Sedation brings no relief
Sedition heals
No point in treating the wounds with pus
From someone else’s sores
After eons of slumber
We’ve come to realize
That even the sweetest of salts
Is still a salt nonetheless
Sedation brings no relief
Sedition heals
No point in treating our wounds with pus
From someone else’s sores
It’s a nightmare
An enlightenment
Consumed by contrition
Then made whole again
In the furrows of this mortal coil
I drive my plow over the bones of the dead
Giving blood
As if I didn’t bleed enough
But I shall bleed
No more
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7. |
Te Deum
08:36
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Misericordias Domini
In aeternum cantabo
Duchu święty
Który zatrułeś serca i myśli nasze
Udziel nam swojej największej łaski
I ugaś pragnienie boga
Boże, który zamiast spełnienia
Wlałeś w nasze gardła śmierć
A serca głodem wieczności i strachem napełniasz
Gardzę jałmużną twojego zbawienia
Z głębokości wołam do Ciebie
Wyrodny ojcze, co kosmos wyplułeś, a wraz z nim nas
Ty, który swe dzieci pożerasz i duszy zadajesz gwałt
Ty, który karmisz się bojaźnią
A sam tchórzliwie skrywasz twarz
Ty, co pustkę błogosławisz
Znaczeniem bez znaczenia
A swój lud żarliwego robactwa
Doświadczasz słodkim brzemieniem
Ohydny stwórco,
Coś człowieka powiesił na drzewie krzyża
I domagasz się czci
Ty, co rzucasz nędznikom okruchy
A chcesz całopalenia i ofiary krwi
Jak ostrze chłodne
Co duszę na pół przecina
Rozrywam złudzenia
Lżę twoje imię
I jak nóż wściekłością gorący
Opatrzności oko zazdrosne przebijam
Jahwe, tyś nie jest
Nie miłością, lecz trwogą i ropieniem ran
Dziś zamykam swe serce, dławię miłosierdzie
Pozbawiam cię czci, po tysiąckroć plugawię i brukam
Non miserere nostri Domine,
Non miserere mei
To co we mnie najświętsze i boskie
Jest tym, co najbardziej człowiecze:
Siła zrodzona z każdego upadku
I trawiąca żądza przekroczeń
Gwoździami winy do słupa hańby przybity
Byłem umarły
Lecz oto powstałem z martwych
A w dłoniach mam klucze
Otchłani, buntu i śmierci
Pod skrzydłami niewiary
Rosną pnącza Sheolu
Unoszę twarz
Czynię swoją wolę
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Channeling darkness through music since 2005.
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