Craft Filmography

• Digital Daydreams
  2004, role: actor , character name: Bar Patron

Craft, Don Filmography

• Titanic: Secrets Revealed
  1998, role: miscellaneous crew

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Craft - Krusade
• Succumb To Sin - Craft
• Demonspeed - Craft
• N.D.P. - Craft
• Kill Everything - Craft
• Earth A Raging Blaze - Craft
• Death To Planet Earth - Craft
• Assassin 333 - Craft
• According To Him - Craft
• Fuck The Universe - Craft
• Xenophobia - Craft
• False Orders Begone - Craft
• The Silence Thereafter - Craft
• Terror Propaganda - Craft
• Total Soul Rape - Craft
• Thorns In The Planet's Side - Craft
• Reaktor 4 - Craft
• Come Resonance Of Doom - Craft
• I Want To Commit Murder - Craft
• Bring On The Clouds - Craft
• Serpent Soul - Craft
• The Ground Surrenders - Craft
• Leaving The Corporal Shade - Craft
• Void - Craft

Kingdoms come and kingdoms go
One man dead you may know
To the witch they inquire
Punished by death and fire
The craft black or white
Won't save you from the strife
That you're feeling, feeling inside
ONLY JESUS CHRIST WITH A TONGUE LIKE A KNIFE
UNDERSTANDING TRUTH AND LOVE
BY HIS GRACE BY HIS BLOOD
JESUS CHRIST THE ONLY SON
ALL ARE SAVED BECAUSE OF THE ONE
How many lies to conceive
Manipulating lines they weave
How many sins passed around
When His mighty love comes down
REPEAT CHORUS
God is the image of things unseen
For by Him all things are made
Only by Him can we be saved
He is the first, and by Him we prayed
REPEAT CHORUS
Take me for a fool
You practice witchcraft in our schools
Who will be fooling around

On the issue of whether to live by their two-faced norms: if you are proud, if you are strong, there must be just as strong contention. Succumb to sin. Your concern is yours alone. Work hard to earn your Mark of Cain, then wear it like a badge of honour. God's got nothing on you anyway. Your idols are amorality, untamed mind and chasmic reason. Transgressions get things done, and you are infinitely greater for it. Morality is significant like sound in vacuum. Be proud to wear your Mark of Cain. Wear it like a badge of honour. God's got nothing on you anyway.

Hear! All sons of Chaos prepare!
Destroy the false divine and its presence here!
Harlequins of the cosmos: Back to the dead!
Straight into oblivion, full speed ahead!
Forward, and demonspeed.
This is the Ultimate Death.
Legion of the Black Light, prepare!
Destroy the false divine!
Destroy the life!
Incite world wide disorder: life-worshipers' disharmony.
Straight into oblivion, full speed ahead!
Forward, and demonspeed.

Do you feel the foul stench in the air?
Like corpses left to rot in the sun
Nearly dead parasites trying desperately to survive

Fire, floods, devastation, murder, rape, obliteration, revolution, hate.
Hell, heaven, collision. Beautiful diseases.
You deserve all my praise, for I have seen the wornderful ways You erase!
All deaths come as such release...
Kill anything. Kill everything!

Blood carved into the white light,
The eleven raze the earth in a raging blaze.
Death to the universe!
As for you, Tetragammaton: I curse you!
I curse his creation, as ecstacy is a lie,
And lies may only be true in Chaos.

Death to planet earth.
Human scums infect your mind.
Sodomize the earth and let your hatred be your guide!
There is nothing more to see, nothing worthy your beliefs.
Terrorize their world and see their hierarchy fall down!
Co-operate with all Satanic forces of the world!
Death to planet earth!
Blood stained whores!
Beings of our works: make dreams reality!
Crush the unpure race of god!
Death to planet earth!
Assault those whores! - Fall down on the ground!
Rape their minds!

Wrathful forces unleash themselves via disturbances through the cosmos.
Darkness absorbing stars.
Kliffotic elements defiling life.
Uex and madness switch the essence of happiness.
The essence of the human mind is now contaminated.
The eleven gods then follow - mocking, destroying, annihilating.
The twelve are distinguishing, as the serpent splay it's oriface.
The seven returns to zero, as the cosmic turbulence fades.
Spirits are burning in black flames - souls of false matter abolishes into nothing.
Weakling gods of cosmic ways devoured by forgotten malignity.

Do you live your life in god's filth?
Do you live according to Him?
Do the codes of man please you?
Or do you lead a life in "sin"?
Do you find pleasure in the rising sun?
Or do you curse the day it all begun?
Do you understand humanitarian ways?
Or do you feel the urge to destroy?
Do you feel like you are home?
Or are you only a visitor?
Do you look to the stars filled with awe?
Or do you will to ascend above?
Do you wish to be loved?
Do you care?
Or does your hatred feed your strength?
Do the cosmic laws apply to you?

Hail the ways that lead beyond the mysteries.
Hail the key of disrespect.
Hail the key that unlocks the inner flame disguised as hate.
Firstborn out of Hell
Fuck the universe.
Its drowning in it's own blood.
Leave it here to die.
Hail the key, Misanthropy.
Hail the ways that lead beyond the worldly.
Hail the key of sacrifice.
Hail the never-ending source of negativity.
Unholy chalice for kings.
Hail the ways that lead beyond the cosmos.
Hail the gate of Leviathan.
The see the world be greeted by The Origin already dwelling in black hearts.
Hail the silent gift of total death, which is the final rest.
When souls revel in the void.
When YHVH had his defeat.
Fuck the universe.
Its drowning in it's own blood.
Leave it here to die.
Hail the key, Misanthropy.
Oh, the glorious darkness that has come to us now when the hated light is extinguished forever.

Hate
...the clouds, the rain, the air that lets life-forms breathe.
...the land, the sea, the places where the humans breed.
...the skyline, the zenith, where the sun rises, travels, and sets.
...the homes, the lands, the places of shelter for man.
Back to your past, human.
All dust.
All hail xenophobia.
Hate
...their hands, their claws, longing to spread disease.
...theirs minds, their flesh, asking to be abused.
...their laws, their gods, basic and weak in their essence.
...their fiends, their fears, so small and oh so trivial.
Back to you past, humans.

Once you can see
The sun rise from the earth
Direction to the sky
And once you can feel
Rain fall down on your skin
Once you have skin
(in pain....in blood.....)
In what you have blessed
(in blood.....)
What you have is eternal
You have the pain in my
In my....world
Pain of the memories, of the ruthless world
Which once were in the hidden order
War soldiers run remembering the war

The feeling as if cold, jagged steel was carving your flesh
The knowledge of order, chaos and all in between
The awareness of a cold world in which no one breathes
And with yearn
The loneliness of a universe of unlimited creatures
The undiscriminating hate, the curse of being a god
The melancholy of ghosts haunting wherever we go
We are their castles
The phantoms of other times finding it's ways through the mist
The useless excellence of a world without soul, without hope
The violent, ghastly storms of rage

We are messengers
Of future times to die
We will show you the way
And you need to follow us
This is the dawn of your race
And the dusk of your enemies
For they will need to be killed
Killed...killed...killed...killed
Killed forever in eternity
We rage forever in eternity

Deepest cold to ever grace the land of planet earth, purest cleansing Hellfire to burn the mark of hell (upon man).
Hear my call!!
Deepest trace to ever possess minds of man, purest noxious water to wipe out hordes and tribes.
Ugliest work of art and violence ever seen by motal men.
Prepare for total soul rape!
Ugliest work of death and horror ever seen by men.

I am a destroyer, a channel of satanic wrath.
My brothers are me, and I am them.
I stick thorns in the planet's side.
Planet of pestilence, refuge for the weak.
Kneel before satanic might!
With dishonor - there is only one way out.
Why do you take pride in being the dirt on the face of a planet
Which is a dirty rock in a filthy universe?
It makes no fucking sense.
God of banality: YHVH; refuge for the needy.
Even he trembles when facing Him: God of genius, of destiny and might.
I'll go past the light and all the lies!
I hate the unsightliness of creation.

Burn our earth to waste, scourge
Monstrous nuclear waste
Cancerous diseases and nuclear bliss
Mother nature's creatures entwined and sick
Oh, you darkened waste
Make our earth unhealthy
Scourge the soil of god
Your radiation of immense power

Tentacles extend from an unconscious hub within his inner hell.
It screams and haunts. It beats its drums.
Come resonance of doom!
It beats its kettledrums.
Creates confusion in the wake of its waves.
Creating horror in the wake of its waves.

I have only one last wish before my time comes to an end.
Something I have craved for far too long:
To ease my hunger.
I want to commit murder!
Knowing you exist makes me sick.
I want to tie you down. I want to carve you.
I want to see the image of death through your teary,
Blank eyes.
I want to commit murder!
My mind screams to me like a black metal record in dissonant accord.
My mind sings to me murder songs, into passionate frenzy.
I want to dig your grave.
I want to collect your shadow.
I want to terminate your body.

I hate to admit it: I sometimes feel affinity, but it
makes me feel irradiated like my insides are boiling. It
turns inside out. You sleep, you eat, in a pompous cycle
of whatever. You fucking drones! It's all just a big
hive. This is all your own fault. I gave you enough
chances and you didn't seize a single one. Omnicide by
235! We're all going to die, so let's just keep the ball

An abyss with a serpent soul; I am weary, drained, a black hole.
Enraged in infinite dimensions.
Through billions of years of evolution, from the hands of a tainted lord, we leapt from void to animal to god with extravagant futility.
An abyss with a serpent soul: weary, drained, a black hole.

Awakened in a world of triviality.
Nothing's what it could never be.
Our minds tend to wander and lose themselves in agony.
Born in the last place were we'd ever hoped to be.
Lost in hell we are dreaming of places out of reach; of worlds unharmed by humankind's reality.
Is there no way for our souls to be free?
Like a sign of pressing urgency, the ground below our feet surrenders.
The air slowly suffocates our lungs.
The sky is caving in.
Fight, die for the chance to be free of the warden of the world's decree.

Amidst the desert of humanity sits a man on the floor of
a sickly lit room. Beneath his feet are pools of blood
leaving the corporal shade. His mind is a neutron star.
In his mind the walls are birthing thorns. Leaving the
corporal shade. To pierce and break his troubled corpse.
There is laughing in the distance. This is life? Amidst
the desert of humanity, in a pool of blood, leaving the

In the gleaming nightfall we can watch the light retreat.
Its rays slither eastward, like snakes along the grass,
As it leaves us to ourselves.
Woods of tall trees
Old, deformed and barren - obscuring the sun -
Red and tired
From working its way up from life giver
To massive hydrogen bomb
We can't see the sun,
But we can see the god rays surrounding the trees
And brief dim flickers of light shining through them.
These are rays from a god that is long dead.
It's our final night in this place.
There is no tomorrow.