Subsequent emissions from a frozen galaxy*
At the whim of time
Space and the laws of physics
All that will be left are fading ghosts
Of distant galaxies
Each an afterimage
Preserving a final moment
As a swarm of stars
Slips into a netherworld
Of cosmic invisibility
Bound to the force of destruction
The point of no return
For these galaxies
In a event horizon
The hypothesized sphere
Around a black hole
Beyond which nothing
Not even light, can escape
Matter falling into the eye of
Haunting the minds of those who killed the truth
Spilling blood and eating flesh upon the altar
Wielding their weapons of ancestral fears
As dreadful monsters with primordial hunger
For casting them into the abyss
From wandering the earth and walking on it he comes
Bringing forth damnation
As the signs of the true winged messengers
Lay buried and forgotten in the sans
Like a hungry beast
The rebellious fallen
Will crush the faith of pity
Accuser, persecutor, oppressor
Emperor of the grievous reign
Worship the eye
As the heavens collapse
Worship darkness
As the light of god dies
Drowning in madness
Of blind despair
Face obliteration
In the darkest corner of the mind
The gate opens
The light has failed
Worship darkness
As you are caught in the eye of the storm
The devouring eye
The final judgement
The devouring eye
In an ocean of haunting darkness
Unleashing the serpent, feeding the flame of its soul
That climbs the circles of life as it evoked
Unveiling the vicious conspiracy
By denying the dogma of the Nazarene
Worship the eye
As the heavens collapse
Worship darkness
As the light of god dies
Worship death
As the fate you can't deny
Worship the end
As your shining god dies
Drowning in madness
Of blind despair
Face obliteration
In the darkest corner of your mind
Before casting them into the abyss
Where their cursed beliefs are crushed
Into an infinite godless plain of non existence
As your lungs collapse under the heavy weight of the final punishment
The burden gets heavier and heavier
As the winged horror grasps its prey
A sworn of avenging messengers wielding blades
Sharp claws that tear your flesh apart
Drag your limbs
Through a delightful sorrow
As the punishment goes on the end draws near
Light fades away, hope dies
Fear and anguish turn into madness
And salvation is now a distant lie
The ones who ruled the land of the light
The ones who built their kingdom on lies
Now feed the hell hounds
And rot in the ground that gave birth to unlife
Virtues and dogmas crumble
Like pillars eaten from the inside
(By the disease called life)
The rotting garden witnesses the coming of the new master
Light has abandoned the realm
The venomous wind blows the alley of sorrow
The rotting stench fills the air
Gathering into black clouds
That light cannot penetrate
The deadly poison is now neater
For the dreadful creatures
Cosmic fire
Vibrating power of creation
Floating flames of cosmos
Generating their mortal spawn
Unseen dimensional ghosts
Merging into a new breed
Shadows of the real existence
Projecting their presence
As haunting fears of the impending doom
Distant paths
Projected shades
Membranes
Crossing our fates
Strings vibrating
Around and inside us
Interfering
With the frequencies
Casting shadows
Over the concept of free will
The invisible hand is materialized
Across the universe
The struggle will lead
Towards the end
Towards death
And all that lies within
The dark force will prevail
Towards death
And all that lies within
Ekpyrosis
Invisible hands
Ekpyrosis
Materialized across the universe
Ekpyrosis
The inevitable faith
The flames generating death
The flames will wipe us away
Obliteration
Through cosmic decay
Eradication
Ascend...
The absence of serenity
As serpents came with perdition
With one wing dipped in blood
And the other in the presence of God
Satan ‒ He who seek inequity
I see the seraphs drink his venom
Licking it from greedy hands
Singing their choirs
Perverted but ever so clear
Their gospels of inhumanity
I see their wings torn of
Oh, the brilliance
Crawling in the dirt like a dying breed
Licking their infected wounds
Without the catharsis needed
Passionate
Desperate
Dead
The child of man stands among them
Stigmatized, naked, uncorrupted and pure
Send by the heavens above
Her childhood shall ease the hunger of sinners and
sadists
Death is her gift at last
Satan
Corrupt the aura and distort the glorious light
No weapon held by seraphs can ever wound this rising
beast
Spawn of perdition ‒ Rise from your fiery abyss
Death shall come to those who seek it
Death shall come in noblest blood
Death shall show you all the secrets
And wash away the light of God
Every single glimpse of hope
I crush and bury in the ruins
Every single trace of life
I burn and humiliate
Every single ray of light
Devoured by the breathing darkness
Every single thread of faith
I corrupt and bless negativity
Eyes gauged out
Useless in this lifeless darkness
Flesh torn into pieces
In this cold void of hell
I worship this death
Thoughts of life they wither...
I see their wings torn of
Oh, the brilliance
Crawling in the dirt like a dying breed
Licking their infected wounds
Without the catharsis needed
Passionate
Desperate
Dead
The child of man stands among them
Stigmatized, naked, uncorrupted and pure
Send by the heavens above
Her childhood shall ease the hunger of sinners and
sadists
A long journey Through hostile clouds
Of poisonous dust and killing plasma
To reach the nebula of the ancient essence
And comprehend the dogma of the pillars of creation
Gathering particles generating greater masses
Attracting more matter to conquer the stellar might
Matter ‒ Antimatter
Opposites attracted towards a destructive end
Electric paths leading to
The balance of the equation
The path of destruction
Is taken with an inborn cynical instinct
Attracting light to darkness
To generate a new breed
Creation ‒ Anti-creation
Opposites attracted towards a destructive end
Electric paths leading to
The balance of the equation
For darkness is life
And light is only a seed of insanity
Now dry and empty
In the dimension of opposites
From the surface of the nebula
That drains life's blood
In the system that no divine light can reach
Twisted cosmic journeys
Leaving traces in time and space
Twisting and turning on themselves
To reveal the gate to the unlight world
To reveal the gate to the unlight world
For darkness is life
A new state of self
And light is only a seed of insanity
Drawing new lifeblood from celestial remains
In the dimension of opposites
Obsolete ways now forgotten and useless
As a convey of wisdom
New state of the self
Pure energy
The shattered stars*
A universe
In which each action is in vain
And all human emotions equals to nothing
To stand before the eye of Satan
Is to behold ones limitations
This mortal flesh
Useless in the void
No life giving suns
No afterlife
No shining God
No tomorrow
No yesterday, no nothing
I am the enemy of the creation
That strides from world to world
The oldest star shall crumble to dust
Like the pantheons of mortal gods
We all shall fall
No life giving suns
No afterlife
No shining God
No tomorrow
No yesterday, no nothing
I hail the nothingness
The unyielding eye of Him
Satan
The shattered stars;
A universe
In which each action is in vain
And all human emotions equals to nothing
To stand before the eye of Satan
Is to behold ones limitations
This mortal flesh
Useless in the void
My guiding spirit
I give my life to you
I hail the darkness
That is the essence of you
I follow the current
Towards the end of all
Through the devouring eye
We all must fall
Worship Him
Worship Him
To stand before the eye of Satan
Is to behold ones limitations
This mortal flesh
Useless in the void
No life giving suns
Just the glare of Algol
No tomorrow,
These wretches!
Hear me!
"Woe to you, perverted souls!"
Went naked and were stung and stung again
"I've come to lead you to the other shore, into eternal darkness..."
Ice-Fire
"All this will be made plain to you as soon we shall come to stop upon the shore of Acheron"
Enter the infernal baptism
Justify yourself
The scar of every man
Tears wide open as blood runs out
Their blood mixed with tears
Dripped to their feet
And disgusting maggots collected in their pus
The scar of every man
Tears wide open
I can see the eyes of fire
The earth trembles and fall
In the lair of convocation
Grotesque division rise
I can see the eyes of fire
And the sulphur rivers appear
Chaos empire
Chaos alive
The earth trembles and fall
Shadows
Reach within to set me free
Fires
Set the world in hell
Into the fires of hell I go
The sulphur world of plague and moan
No one shall hear my name again
The void is a world in hell
Satan
Perdition ‒ Creation ‒ Demise ‒ Illusion
"A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars, swept chill current that made men shiver in dark and lonely places"
A black passage appears
Into the fires of hell I go
The sulphur world of plague and moan
No one shall hear my name again
I haven't gone far, still i know it's all too far
My salvation is lost, rejected somewhere back there
For a moment I stop to look back
All I see is the paths I could have chosen
In yesterday my history is written
And in yesterday the history ends
I've passed all choices and possibilities so quick
For here on the way heads down to hell To hell!
This for sure is the path of Kliffoth This is where all hope was reaped
This is where illusions and dreams died
This is where the mirrors all cracked
It claimed my soul a long time ago
And soon it will take my life too, something tells
A nightmare filled with pain is all that remain
A shadow in me now reign, driving me insane
Before I close my eyes to never see again
A question awakes in me, demanding an answer;
May this be nothing but yet another dream?
May this be nothing but yet another dream?!
This for sure is the path of Kliffoth
This is where all hope was reaped
This is where illusions and dreams died This is where the mirrors all cracked
I awake, but it gives me no answer
O, they are always there
Waiting, knowing they'll become O, for as long as I'm here
I can not escape - I don't even try to
Staring at me from inside
and smiling with me at the gaze around
As they are the hell of my soul
they also give me will of strife for any kind of goal
They are the whores of my mind, mirrorshades, reflections of the dark of Assiah
Filthy, yet tempting - I must summon them again
so that they can spawn the daemons that I seek
O, they are always there
Waiting, knowing they'll become O, for as long as I'm here
I can not escape - I don't even try to
Taste the fear, numb in anguish
Go high with the nightmare, so close to die
With eleven broken bowls I fill up the well,
as I invite the succubus to feed upon my soul For a moment I'm drained -
a kliffothic shell, I've payed visit to hell
Like Ishtar in the realm of Ereshkigal
I will rise out of death as the sun of tomorrow
Taste the fear, numb in anguish
Go high with the nightmare, so close to die
I am the god of my work,
the work that depicts its maker
In the anguish of creating
You good lord above -
these gnostic words I say to thee,
if I somehow might be wrong
You're a failure as sure as I fail
to be thy depiction
As if there actually would be something hearing all words,
I ramble these words though I know it will not pay off anyhow,
just like prayers are the missleads greatest curse
By the Devil's dozen - existence must be cursed
By the Devil's dozen - I hope evolution goes reversed
I know that I some extent can see what's above Daath but it
repulses me, and I doubt that I know at all what's the point of
it all as Kether wishes to hide behind that which shunes the
light of illumination
Illumination...
When I in questions in drunken haze blur,
and I fail to understand thine magick, O sir
I know that if there would be a devil as believed -
I surely would sell my soul without regret
But unfortunately every lie must die as I awake
the true I
so you of good, and you of evil -
You're but the symbols of how we fail
That there would be any kind of god must be the greatest
ever told lie...
for the god am I
By the Devil's dozen - existence must be cursed By the Devil's dozen -
The ancient blood runs in my veins,
and magick sleeps in my heart
For I am the god of the five spirits,
and I am of the blood of Kingu
I am the ruler of the serpent Kel
I am the lord of AWKACRP - the two-faced
I am the son set by the seed of Astaroth
I am the spawn from the womb of Hecate
I rule by Taphthartharath in cosmos,
and I explore it to feed this new mind in me I open it's eyes to watch and learn,
as I wander the eternal night of Kliffoth
The ancient blood runs in my veins,
and magick sleeps in my heart
For I am the god of the five spirits,
and I am of the blood of Kingu
Treasures of Dis I win
The love of Ishtar of Venus is mine
The light of Uddu lets me see
The Flesh of Tiamat reveils it's secrets for me
Tiriel of Nebo I am, for I am Zeez - the traveller of Bemm
Fot I am Nema-Tous, I am them all;
Soft skin - on this beautiful vicious lady
Must in - 'cause she keeps calling me till crazy
Lady Lust Lilith
Lady of Luna
O, she's the dark side of the moon, the mother of demonic spawn
This night I await her coming soon, Oh, how shall I see another dawn
For her my serpens uncoil
Like hell her inside boils
O, you great lday of the blackened treasurous soil let your demon-daughters desires joy
So come, enter my dream and I'll enter yours -
you'll be my succubus and I'll be your incubus
Lady Lust Lilith
Lady of Luna
The aversity of Yesod, will you come and show me,
and let me see the dreaming Diana?
So come woman, be as much of a goddess that you can,
then I'll be the fire between your thighs...
For her my serpens uncoil
Like hell her inside boils
MARAG AMA LILITH
RIMOG SAMALO NAAMAH
You good lord above -
these gnostic words I say to thee,
if I somehow might be wrong
You're a failure as sure as I fail
to be thy depiction
As if there actually would be something hearing all words,
I ramble these words though I know it will not pay off anyhow,
just like prayers are the missleads greatest curse
By the Devil's dozen - existence must be cursed
By the Devil's dozen - I hope evolution goes reversed
I know that I some extent can see what's above Daath but it
repulses me, and I doubt that I know at all what's the point of
it all as Kether wishes to hide behind that which shunes the
light of illumination
Illumination...
When I in questions in drunken haze blur,
and I fail to understand thine magick, O sir
I know that if there would be a devil as believed -
I surely would sell my soul without regret
But unfortunately every lie must die as I awake
the true I
so you of good, and you of evil -
You're but the symbols of how we fail
That there would be any kind of god must be the greatest
ever told lie...
for the god am I
By the Devil's dozen - existence must be cursed By the Devil's dozen -
I hope evolution goes reversed
The soil dissolve, the sky is bleeding
Words remain, but frozen unspeakable
Lying unable to move
Even my tears fail to come
Not am I wake
Nor sleeping, but nearly dead
Though I sense light before me
I can not see it with my eyes
As if through darkened glass I saw
Staring at a scene of never changing meaning
Four moons till rising again
An etenity it seems
Tomorrow - Will it ever be?
Back and forth I dream as here lie as buried
The eight-angled star - shine for me
Light my path and make me feel again
Drag me throughout the Absu
And place me if I still must here again
Lying unable to move
Even my tears fail to come
Not am I wake
Nor sleeping, but nearly dead
The black shade in the mirror before me
it makes me wonder in a vortex of thoughts
So void it appears as I touch my soul
I paint in black and white
A face appears as my creation on canvas
Structured lines expressing the very foundations of chaos
These lines are but words
Words I read upon each wall, each scene I behold
I swallow the pictures of the surroundings
and set them in the womb of my mind
The plant grows in my garden obscure
From the poisoned ground a flower then rises
Black and dead it still grows further more and more
And I adore it's beauty, grace, it's lonely pride
As I summon it's essence to manifest for me,
powers of creations are running through me
In trance it's nature comes undressed to me
I then gently dress in colours,
and give it name by words,
give it soul by tunes...
Soul by tunes!
For every flower that springs from upon the grave holds a mirror of life itself
Yes, even youth and thirsting striving for what's above
But the grave it's bound forever
My soul must bleed to create
As Osiris - I die to be resurrected
the pain is the words
The tears the real fluid on my brush
I am the crying dying one
I am the magician
For I am the artist
And as the world devours me
I am resurrected in an other one
Created from the devastation of myself
Devastation of myself!
I hear the voices haunt across the spaces
They grant me the speech of my world - our world
And though they cut me deep, very deep
I search them for more as soon as they're gone
They hurt so badly, still it's of them I consist
There is no real joy in this, purely a need for deed
My soul must bleed to create
As Osiris - I die to be resurrected
the pain is the words
The tears the real fluid on my brush
I swallow the pictures of the surroundings
and set them in the womb of my mind
The plant grows in my garden obscure
I travel by the tears, falling down
Burn away the winter's frost
Cast down the veil of grief
Turn away from what's lost
Rise up from that grave so dark
Rivers of divinity in which to drown
The whitest of light burning my eyes
Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, I'm this world born again
Whispering words in the wind
Roll away towards the horizon
With the staff I draw the sign
And a world dead comes in bloom
Rivers of divinity in which to drown
The whitest of light burning my eyes
Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
The springrise, I'm this world born again
With the staff I draw the sign
And a world dead comes in bloom
Shattering ice, my blood is warm again
In a season of dead lust
In a season of agony
Pain springs out for an aeon to rule
The banes of our newfound gods have arrived
As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows
The world is in shadows swept,
and only Baphomet can still erect His seed falls cold,
for the world is now far too old Yes, our towers must fall,
and with them we all
These concentrationcamps are silent unto ears
In neonlights they hide unseen
We know not the name of he who has come
But his day is the night, and darkness his light
As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows
The world is in shadows swept,
and only Baphomet can still erect
His seed falls cold,
for the world is now far too old
Yes, our towers must fall,
and with them we all
In the corner darkness moves for me
The scourge that will alter eternity into days
The suicide-culture below wants my pain
Only to them something will remain
As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows
The lover of Tiamat is not dead,
in secret striving for new ways of killing himself
And by the Ancients curse our blood will soon do Kingus deed
We'll never reach too high
The world is in shadows swept,
and only Baphomet can still erect
His seed falls cold,
for the world is now far too old
Yes, our towers must fall,
and with them we all
In a collection of absolute nothingness is where to set a new breed,
unknowing of that we still bleed
Dead but dreaming we wait for pains aeon again...
We left home just last week,
We went out to conquer the world,
But things don’t always go easy,
And things don’t always go well.
First up it was the mountains,
Then it was a hip hopping gats,
Tomorrow we’re into Hellsville,
Oh yeah it’s nice to be back.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Broke and out of money,
Sleazing it and grubby,
Digging for the diamond,
Do you think we’ll ever find one?
Cause no one ever gets it,
And if they do they’re full of shit,
They’re greasy and they’re yuppies,
Broke and out of money
Monday blends into Tuesday,
And where were we last night?
Now we’re hanging with Luis,
Put that in your stereotype.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
(Chorus)
I feel like I am doing the right thing,
But why does it have to come down to money?
I feel like I need a drink,
And that’s why it always comes down to money?
(X2)
