Mousterian is a name given by archaeologists to a style of predominantly flint tools (or industry) associated primarily with Homo neanderthalensis and dating to the Middle Paleolithic, the middle part of the Old Stone Age.
The culture was named after the type site of Le Moustier, a rock shelter in the Dordogne region of France. Similar flintwork has been found all over unglaciated Europe and also the Near East and North Africa. Handaxes, racloirs and points constitute the industry; sometimes a Levallois technique or another prepared-core technique was employed in making the flint flakes.
Mousterian tools that have been found in Europe were made by Neanderthals and date from between 300,000 BP and 30,000 BP (from Layer 2A dated 330 ± 5 ka, (OIS) 9 at Pradayrol, France). In Northern Africa and the Near East they were also produced by anatomically modern humans. In the Levant for example, assemblages produced by Neanderthals are indistinguishable from those produced by Qafzeh type modern humans. It may be an example of acculturation of modern humans by Neanderthals because the culture after 130,000 years reached the Levant from Europe (the first Mousterian industry appears there 200,000 BP) and the modern Qafzeh type humans appear in the Levant another 100,000 years later.
The days of rage are coming
I've devoted my life to mother war
I will fight until my last breath
Frozen landscape, screaming fury
Tragedy of human infamy
Poisonous heart, lethal injury
Before I'll rest in Elysium
I will make one last wish, my tender one
I will suffer, not surrender, pray and hope
Honour my last prayer, our father
Witness my sorrow and deliver us from evil
Unify our hands forever and deliver us from pain
Unify our hands forever
Memories of joy now are far
I am sailing the ships of penitence
I feel the fire on my knees
I crush the ground and now i see
Scenes of my life, finally free
Honour my last prayer, our father
Witness my sorrow and deliver us from evil
Unify our hands forever and deliver us from pain
Unify our hands forever
Honour my last prayer, our father
Witness my sorrow and deliver us from evil
Unify our hands forever and deliver us from pain
The needle's gone real deep, I'm on the road to Hell
Brains decay but the engine's still roaring!
A poisonous shot in the deep of the crimson tides
Yeah, I'm high but Christ is not... no!
Bound to cross my veins became religion, a void that bled
The maladjusted, the scum of the earth
But preacher, its payback time, keep on spreading your lies
You're only food for the bitter harvest
The snake fights fools...
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Come on, let's kill this parasite
So does the bastard live in me still?
I walked unto the altar and I saw the fear
Won't you take my hand God? I'm your son
Feel the addiction I have returned to shoot me free
And fuck you hard because you always want more
All hail the Nazarene... rotten to the core!
Attack paradise
And rape angel white
To be mastermind
Just cut all gods' tongues
A tight grip on me
Ha ha! I burn in Hell
No one makes me slave
God remains insane
Burden of no taste
Life's reality
If I had a choice
I would cease to be
But can death destroy
The Hero of Hate?
Reborn addicted
Let my blood go free!
Free!
Slavestate birth!
The unstoppable forces in everywhere
For heaven lives only in your head
Worship fools!
The storm of sin you can't resist
But there's no sense in beliefs, burial stimulates defeat
Weak fate... Go down!
The mystery man lurks in the dead man's heart
In league while the Dog and Hell awaits the injured soul
Jesus loves you!
Svartkledd i ravnedrakt,
full av hat og forakt,
full av gift og blod
fra et ormebo.
Du ble valgt uten strev,
min myste, min elev.
Svøpt i en fuglekropp
sendes du ut og opp.
Jeg er din mystagog,
vår skole er skog,
vår lære er ild,
vårt pensum et spill.
Mysterion
Du sendes som ravn
i mysteriet inn.
Du ofres et navn
og du døpes i vin.
Breddfull av ondskap og fugleblod,
på vinger over bunnløs sjø,
med skjerpet nebb og med spisset klo
varsler du taktløst om død.
The needle's gone real deep, I'm on the road to Hell
Brains decay but the engine's still roaring!
A poisonous shot in the deep of the crimson tides
Yeah, I'm high but Christ is not... no!
Bound to cross my veins became religion, a void that bled
The maladjusted, the scum of the earth
But preacher, its payback time, keep on spreading your lies
You're only food for the bitter harvest
The snake fights fools...
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Come on, let's kill this parasite
So does the bastard live in me still?
I walked unto the altar and I saw the fear
Won't you take my hand God? I'm your son
Feel the addiction I have returned to shoot me free
And fuck you hard because you always want more
All hail the Nazarene... rotten to the core!
Attack paradise
And rape angel white
To be mastermind
Just cut all gods' tongues
A tight grip on me
Ha ha! I burn in Hell
No one makes me slave
God remains insane
Burden of no taste
Life's reality
If I had a choice
I would cease to be
But can death destroy
The Hero of Hate?
Reborn addicted
Let my blood go free!
Free!
Slavestate birth!
The unstoppable forces in everywhere
For heaven lives only in your head
Worship fools!
The storm of sin you can't resist
But there's no sense in beliefs, burial stimulates defeat
Weak fate... Go down!
The mystery man lurks in the dead man's heart
In league while the Dog and Hell awaits the injured soul