1. |
As You Hunger For Pardon
01:10
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As the flock of the air, so shall be your plagues
Though the winds may cool your brow, your fever shall remain
And when the ships come for you, their decks will burst and sink
And scavengers shall lick your flesh as you hunger for pardon
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2. |
Charnel House
06:38
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Lifeless chasms ere expanding, worming their ways... Far beyond the grip of time.
All-consuming beasts stand guard the labyrinth... Slaughtering all who dare to escape.
Dungeon walls of their own makings proudly display... Trophies of their ignorance
As the stench of forfeited lives pervades the halls... Endless torment awaits inside the charnel house.
The foul air bespeaks a pain
Worthy of the old world... Before The Flood.
All was well the way it was
Everything in its own space... Perfection.
Blood moon can't wait for the night
Seven soulless wonders fly
From their flaming, hoary perch
Children of the Luminary
Infinitely behold darkness
As a lie that's told too often
Sowing plagues and reaping death
Soaring past your dead idols
Taking back their belongings
They speak of the past as if it's
Always occurring within their
Ancient caverns of existence
Beyond the half-lit landscape
Whispers tales of loss and woe
Which both fools and gods deny
And the begotten earth bemoans
The Worthless sing a verse of Hope
Hope that’s long-since been betrayed
By those who stood idly by
And I am their fucking king
Visions of the Birth of Time fade away
Leaving a hole for death to invade
Bringing woe and lamentations
In its wake
The Old World came to her side like a ghost
Whispering dreams of how to erect
The New World
Stone by stone
The force that holds up the sky gives way to the force that holds down the earth… Bringing it all down
Paradox reigns squelching flesh from the bones of the condemned horde exposing all… To intense suffering
Vermin intrude… Intently writhing toward imbrued souls… Frantically consumed
Leaving nothing… Except holes where heaven's lights plunge forever… Utterly destroyed
The damned steps up to the gallows noose
Making pleas for penance
His lofty stance affords a clear view
Solemn view of his sins
He will never find absolution
How has it come to this?
So horrifically wrong
Finally conformed to the Filth
Finally overcome by the Calling.
What have we done... And how does this end?
There's no escape... Hope has forsaken.
No end in sight... Everlasting death.
Mercy abhors... Merciless sinners.
Behold, the fall of man
Destroyed from deep within
Prophecy
Is fulfilled
Long ago
Fall into madness
Perpetual misery
Weeping and wailing
And gnashing of teeth
After the skin worms
Have destroyed your flesh
Yet in your body
You will meet your own cruel gods
Realm of the Revelation
Children of the Luminary
Infinitely behold darkness
As a lie that's told too often
Sowing plagues and reaping death
Soaring past your dead idols
Taking back their belongings
They speak of the past as if it's
Always occurring within their
Ancient caverns of existence
Spontaneously exploding
Causing a new creation
Barren lands consecrated
By the nameless forgotten
Proclaiming the Old World dead
Children of the Luminary
Sowing plagues and reaping death
They speak of the past as if it's
Always occurring within their
Ancient caverns of existence
Spontaneously exploding
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3. |
Flesh Gallery
05:47
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Thoughts of a far away familiar day
batter the ashen gates of my memory
as the seeds of necessity and lust
are nurtured by the rain of opportunity.
As I enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery
the spectacle of throngs of dancing corpses
fuels my urge to satisfy
the ancient desire.
Hammering noises from within
the pit of me
drown the voice
of Reason
and melt away
the substance
of Restraint.
From across the chamber
I sense her...
as if her
burning
emits
a sweet savor...
issuing the famished an invitation to the feast.
As she displays
her aching for all to see
and engages in silent,
playful self exploration
we begin the dance of seduction.
Within her vacant, distant eyes I see
I see what was once a glimmer of innocence.
But all innocence
eventually falls prey
to Reality.
As I stare
deeper into the cavity
where her soul once lived,
the ancient summoning
of Belial pierces through the pungent air...
caressing my yearning flesh...stimulating the craving...whispering lies to the Wolf at the Door.
And from across the chamber
she senses me.
As she answers the call of Belial
avarice controls our
subconscious thoughts
and breaks the black walls.
As I enter the darkened halls of the flesh gallery the spectacle of dancing corpses.....
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4. |
Creator
06:04
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After the beginning, there were days when Ignorance reigned.
Before the twisted perversion of the human mind
Innocence shone
… And the years went gliding by…
Awareness writhed its way into human consciousness,
Gnashing at man’s purity,
Provoking him to ask unanswerable questions.
Attempting to construct a morality in a blinding flash of light.
Or some dark flame we are shown, that which
Could not be deduced by thought alone
… And decades rolled away…
Speculation and confusion tormented him with unfounded myth.
Fable married Greed, begetting widespread lies.
The unforgivable lust for power overcame virtue
… And centuries died…
The fiction manifested itself, as real as the tide that tortures the shore,
Until it raged violently, uncontrollably…
Until it consumed all, even its creator, Mankind…
… Until Time itself turned to stone.
Knowledge of the damned pervades my sickened mind
Wild dreams in the middle of the night awaken
Follow me to the world of death
Silent shadows show us where the previous life happened
… And follow us to the end of time
Creator, the Afflicted.
Creator, the Wicked.
Creator, the Fever.
Creator.
Rising out of body, above the worms.
Seeing them stuck in their ways,
Wriggling as bags of flesh.
And I now hold the chain
Which keeps them constrained.
Tied to false firebearer’s rock
Never wander from the false light.
In one atavistic delight
Day is turned to eternal night
Never so bright seemed the flame
Til left alone in silent cosmic darkness
Violently accelerating towards the ends of sanity
Towards some ultimate goal created by indifference
Unfathomably far from what we call truth
We are pushed into a new era of reckoning
So far from...Creator
I now hold the chain.
Since the beginning of our time
We have seen reflections of order
The great old one, all powerful
But our vision has been distorted
The Afflicted
Creator
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5. |
Tantalus
05:45
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Those of us who know the darkness
Long for the hope of the light... Disposable citizenry.
I am the consumer of lives.
Like getting so close to solving
Some all-important, ancient maze that you can taste the victory...
Only to be suddenly flung
Deeper into the abysmal
Mire of doubt and confusion... Knowing well that fear hath torment.
The infinite versions of me have created and endured immense pain... Yet I alone am left to mend....
Thoughts of you
Breathing in
Ecstasy
Breathing out
All of me.
This was always just a dream.
Never any substance to my musings.
And although I know this
I'll do it all over again.
Still, within, I find a drive
To find what lies beyond the dream.
Past the veil, I find a black mountain.
So, with dread, I find a foothold
And, in hope, I start to climb.
Higher... Higher... I climb
Past the cloud line into eternity.
Where do we go from here?
What lies beyond this void?
Thoughts of you
Breathing in
Ecstasy
Breathing out
All of me.
Along the vast, stellar scape
Float numberless reflections
Shining backwards perspectives
Throughout the timeless cosmos.
In a soothing vision, I felt myself... Floating through the ether
One step beyond The Pale... In pure delight and peace
With rapturous joy and the misery... left behind to rot below.
Then, as violently as the force that...brought about everything,
I was ripped below where I now wallow... Deep within the filth and mire
And the truth of constant regret...
For my bitter vengeance
Fiery indignation
Neverending torture
Of a life never lived
The worst tragedy is
Having such forbidden knowledge
Only to be locked away
In the slow-fading light of a dream.
Those of us who know the darkness
Long for the hope of the light... Disposable citizenry.
I am the consumer of lives.
This was always just the dream of a condemned, poor vagabond
Never any substance to my deranged musings.
And although I still know all of this
I'll do it all over again if for only a brief glimpse
Of the life I almost had.
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6. |
Misled By Our Masters
07:28
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The complaint:
Cry with pain
Unbearable strain
Is all I gain
Feel so lost
I’m blind to the cost
Hopelessly tossed
No reprieve
Cannot believe
The webs I’ve weaved
Play your games
Weather the shame
Bear your blame
I’m so tired
Of stoking this fire
For a liar
So fuck your name!
And fuck your hope!
And fuck your cause!
The response:
Don’t you motherfuckers call my name… I love your shame
I watch you worthless vermin writhing in pain… To give me strength
Wallow in your sorrow down below… You are so blind
I’ll take your soul and pick your carcass clean… You have been misled.
The rebuttal:
How do you
Speak so to
One so true?
Where’s the grace
And love to chase
Tears away?
One last plea
Honoring
My decree
Then I’ll dream
Of a god
Without strings
Your futile resistance
Becomes your existence
From behind you’re taken
From the beast awakened
Within our minds
We construct a time
Where we have overtaken
The curse of the forsaken
Now you motherfuckers call my name… Begging in vain
To take you from this misery and pain… But I don’t care
Relentless torture is a fitting end… But does it end?
So burn the bones of ancient empty belief… You have been misled.
Why would you leave?
Please don’t humor me.
I stood for your cause
(Until you) closed my life’s door.
Behind the veil of a darkened dream
Is a fierce god nestled in time.
Blessed sight! The Nemesis falls to his knees,
And I’m The Oppressor.
Crushing, devastating madness
Breaking teeth and burning sadness
Sew the wind and reap the whirlwind
Through black air the bastard lord arrives
And beckons the fallen dead arise
To wage war with the faithful throng
And lead them far from home.
Far from the tree of life
The Oppressor casts his judgment wide
To beget a dark army
To loose my bonds and set me free.
Freedom is an illusion.
Now you motherfuckers call my name... You have been misled.
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Searing fires of enmity and bitter malice
Pierce the clandestine cold darkness, exposing the putrid soul.
Past the tomb where twilight shadows ever-deepen,
Deep within the mouth of fiendish chasms to The Nevermore,
Lurks the Mother of the Great Abomination
Seeking whom she may devour, unseen, unknown, evermore;
Luring sucklings to her cursed breast of damnation
Where she feeds her milk of whoredoms, and they die forevermore.
Eager mouths caress her breasts
Tasting doom’s ruthless judgment
Drinking sustenance of death
Unwitting condemnation
Sleeping Prophets wake with rage… And reprisal.
Terror… choking… As their souls are smoking
From the… Fiery… Pit where they lie burning.
Swollen… Maggots… Binge upon their broken
Bodies… Rotting… To their beginnings
Where they’ll lie lost forever more
Longing to be resurrected
With those who will stand against them
Fighting to reclaim The Forgotten.
With bloodlust, the Prophets rise… Bloodlet
Seizing control of the souls… Once lost
Quaking with anticipation… Vengeance
Centuries of suffering… Waiting
Ancients come to end the reign of lies
Cutting out the Mother’s faithless eyes
Vicious torment fills her endless days
Impaled sucklings on display
Innocence is lost and freedom dead.
On the Prophets’ spike, The Mother’s head;
Bodyless, forced to stare in dismay
At the impaled corpses of her sucklings rotting on display.
And yet she speaks, preaching contempt
To a hypnotized, lost remnant.
Hoping, pleading as to a god
For undying admiration.
Frenetic Prophets destroy her throne room
Dividing spoils among The Forgotten.
Revenants rejoice, drunken with loathing
As the Great Abomination has ended.
What was once a secret cloaked in lies
Slow to fade but much quicker to die
Becomes an eternal monument
To a time when no one could repent.
Prophecy fulfilled, the Prophets seek a new time for vengeance.
As a new Abomination is created, the cycle continues.
Reborn to be set free, only to allow a new Affliction
To willingly manipulate a new generation.
Darkness falling… Severed conscience… Calling… Pleading…
To remember all our past sins
Weeping, wailing… Gnashing of teeth… As we behold…
A new Mother, resurrected.
Slash the tongue that slithered / its way through so many lies…
Before she can breed again.
Lament as the Prophets pass judgment: Agony with / out end.
Centuries of suffering… And still waiting.
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8. |
Wormwood Descending
06:17
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Black lie!
The Wicked stand and applaud.
How dare they push me out
To suffer desolation?
Vengeful pleasures to torment…
The Wicked pay the price.
So fuck your desolation
And fuck your castigation
And fuck your indignation!
And fuck you all!
Your folly forsook your sight.
So fuck you all!
And wallow in your hopeless plight.
See The Innocent rise
Decked with broken, battle-scarred hearts
As medals on their sleeves
Not with pride… Poignant reminders
Of how they came to be.
Moving around… Shuffling…
Aimless ghosts like shells of those
Who went off to war
And never came home again…
Taunted, haunting only themselves.
There is a reason why
Our punches don’t land anywhere
In our dreams, and all we
Can feel is the constant shuffling…
Our chests heaving sighs of regretful exhaling.
Our hearts constantly break
Over and over again
From forgotten memories
And the heaviness of clinching
A void because it’s the only thing that hasn’t destroyed us….yet.
A man’s home is sacred.
A sacred sham which we create
In order to give the
Illusion of safety.
Sinking slowly, falling deeply, fading softly…
Pulse eroding, senses failing, thoughts escaping…
Visions of waters made bitter flood the place where my thoughts used to be.
A Raging Dream: A virgin screamed, and bleeding tempered grace,
Begat a shattered existence. Her boiling blood then embraced
Fawning parasitic fiends who nursed upon her soul.
They drank her essence, devoured her mind, and left the body cold.
If you can see my scars,
That means I have survived.
I feel like some pseudo savior,
But I haven’t yet proven I can save myself… Free myself.
We… Are…Never…Safe…
The Keeper snakes out from his lair… Writhing, stalking
And is but a breath away.
He climbs up through my spine and whispers…"Forget your name.
We go to black." Repeat the cycle.
Evil exists. It's written in the Book of Man whose ink is drawn
From Lucifer's veins on parchment made of bones of false holy men.
Exploding of a false sun
Man has traded
Wonder for reason.
Every generation has created for itself
A child of light and a child of dark.
How are we to know the difference
When we destroy our force for feeling?
We sew the seeds of our salvation... Then water with damnation.
(Awakened from the dream:)
Infernal beings from raging dreams commence their sweet revenge
As tempered grace from entranced faces stumbles t’ward its end….
Crippling fear has paralyzed….The moonlight’s prelude groans
And I am left to dream of things that haunt me when you’re gone.
Distance feeds the primal cries…their chanting haunts the void
Within the pit…The incense burns, its sweet savours annoy
Fresh-pierced skin…the tepid blood drawn from innocent veins.
He speaks beyond the dawn of time and quakes in ancient pain.
Oft spoken word that echoes as a choral cry, begets confusion all alone
Presiding over dancing daemons and demands the heart needs to atone
Within regrets, a quenching thirst to understand lest all thought crushed
She dreads her heart shall beat alone yet cannot bleed enough.
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9. |
Bleed Unto Me
08:10
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(The life of the flesh is in the blood)
I am the Worthless…
A shattered shell
Rising in darkness
Forsaking all but self
Dying in pure filth
This rotting shell
Rises in weakness
Begetting cruel enmity.
Drunk with the Whore’s blood,
In solitude,
I wonder how it has come to this.
How has it come to this?
Why would you bleed for this rotting shell?
Where is your purity? Why would you bleed for me?
Now I will accept your sacrifice mournfully.
Purify me with disease…you must bleed for me!
Prepare the sacrifice. Sanctify the altar. Bloodlust will desecrate, defile the
offering.
Willingly pierce the flesh. Suffer blissfully to consecrate this wasted life.
Soul for soul….
Why would you bleed for me?
Bleed to me!
Sins that are too many to forgive
Torture my conscience and putrefy
In the midst of my hollow mind.
This golden vial has turned to clay.
Submit yourself unto me
A living sacrifice
I'll only take what I need
And leave you with what remains
…the emptiness!
…the suffering!
…the loneliness!
…depravity!
Just bleed!
If only in this life we have hope, we are of all creatures most miserable.
So send the blade plunging deep within your anxious flesh
And find the path leading to eternal bliss and savor pleasures never before
known.
Aroma of incense… bitter scent of burned blood… Usher you to worlds unknown.
I never wanted any of this.
Now we’ve gone too far to ever turn back… Bloodletting must now run its course
Now that I have tasted your flesh
I can never return to what I was... Just a shell with no destiny
Screams are what you make of them.
Blur the thin line between pain and pleasure.... Free yourself and find salvation
Quaking with anticipation
Feel the hot life force slowly escaping... Fleeing, feeding, freeing, bleeding
Purest ecstacy
I've become your pain
Predestination
Of the Man of Sin
Bleed to me again
Let the life flow
From your veins into me
With each drop your soul escapes
Rapturous euphoria awaiting
Breeding a new creature
Born of your innocence
My manipulation
And my lust for your blood
The life of the flesh is in the blood
And yours is pure and clean
It doesn't mean to me what it means to you
Your eternal soul ends as blood on my hands
No escape
I remain
Inside you
Now you're free
Heartless fools surround the altar of faithless fiends groping the flesh of the
Whore.
Orgasmic frenzy erupts overflowing and tainting the Virgin of yore.
Beckoned, resisted, demonically twisted we succumb to fleshly commands.
Storms of a thousand years…seas filled with ancient tears won't wash your blood
from my hands.
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10. |
Oblivion Protocol: Axion
06:32
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Formed from unseen, tumultuous force
Older than what we call Time,
Invisible,
Immeasurable power
Creates its own symmetry.
Cryptic darkness,
Obscuring its true visage,
Conceals the malevolence.
Its unconscionable wrath is held
Against the Day of Judgment.
Nothing in its way dares to escape
Engorging it-self, consuming the light
Of long-lost galaxies.
What we once thought was impossible,
By means of laws we thought immutable,
At once became reality.
All light and all matter
Combined with enough force
To spawn a new universe
Or end the one we know.
How can this be?
How can the creation be greater than its creator?
Transcending both space and time,
How can something once thought to be inanimate
Impose such a seemingly evil will?
The process that sets free
The most life is caused by what best imprisons it.
As Time is morphed
Into distance
And as matter distorts,
Light is converted to utter, complete darkness.
Elemental
Oblivion
Atoms fuse together
Creating fuel to feed
This unfathomably
Vile, merciless entity.
Controlling the darkness
It makes and inhabits,
It submits its spoils as
Oblation to its Father.
Each Planck-Time it gains billions
Of years’ worth of energy
Until what was once perceived
As nothing becomes all things.
As gravity
Loses its universal strength,
Space, time, matter,
Even the elements collapse into themselves.
For billions of years
It beheld with deep disgust
The rest of creation
Expanding at the
Speed of light
Yet never approaching an end.
Long after our physical visage disintegrates,
The lights we begat race
On to the immortal
Reaches of corners where no light
Has ever shone.
And as freedom comes ever-closer into focus,
Our lights become captured
And stretched by its ravenous and
Ever-growing power
Absolute annihilation
Gravity itself is pulled
Into its infinite pit
Storing all of the pieces
Needed to
Create its own eternity
Billions of years, biding its time
Building strength from the creations
Of his Father's own omniscience
Plotting its cruel retribution
Creation spins out of control
Dying and swirling in reverse
Shrinking fiercely to implosion
In an instant ending every
Trace of his Father's existence.
On infinity's other side
It creates a new universe
Where it's the new God and it will
Be betrayed by its creation
Ensuring the pattern repeats.
Endless damnation.
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