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Between the damned, the pissed and the outright insane
Grand architects of failure, sculptors of loss
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to seek
I shall erect myself over transience
I shall ascend over flesh
Steadfastly tearing through aether
I shall rise to the beyond
I shall reveal heights not yet imagined
I shall rewrite Summa de homine
I shall speak with tongues of angels
And I shall burn with pure light
I will burn allright
On to rupture; bonds rearranged
Scorch the archaic remnants and rip through primordial thoughts
On to diremption: self / kin
All glory and strength of culture now null and void
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to be found
And only the locusts shall sing at the end of the day
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Repent! Repent!
For the Lord has risen high and proud
His chariot drawn by rats and vultures
And adorned with heads of skeptics
Yes! The Lord is on the prowl tonight
The Lord will be diligent
For there are many to be smitten
And the Lord loves holocausts
The hand of the Lord is eager to bestow
Yes, the Lord will bestow his grace
Until you pray for the fall
He shall distress the weary
He shall disgrace the meek
He shall rip out the eyes of the lame
And he shall cripple the blind
Repent! Praise! Repent!
Praise the Lord of hosts,
of bestial and human filth,
of blistering gangrene
and crawling carnage,
of death piled upon death,
the great sower descending to reap the crops.
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Threshold wanderers
Daath dwellers
Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace
Preachers of the fall
Surveryors of the astray
In darkness and in ruin, in gutters of ascension
Behold the Logos begotten of death
From the midst of cold ash comes the voice of the living god
Further down to the roots of withered pillars
Through the scorched ground
And you shall know perdition
And it will set you free
Grey ash prayer
Severed from the unconscious
Perverse theodicy
Atrocious immanence
With hearts toward none
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All hail the reapers of hope
All hail the seer of confusion
To grind the sandstones of culture
And to reveal the true foundation of terror and fevers
Under vigilant eyes of watchdogs of psyche
Let loose by loving brethren
Jaws dripping with balm of righteous comfort
To pour upon conflict, turmoil and friction
Now bite into the essence and cut into fabric of life
Unearth the fragile construct below instilled order
Never surrender, never retreat
In this the weapons are our very lives
Fuck hope and godspeed
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Behold the high order abstractors
Anthropologists and engineers alike
The virtuous, the chaste
Weaving new layers of oblivion
Behold the kings and leaders of men
Warlords of retreat, sovereigns of surrender
The righteous, the pure
Now gathered upon the new form
A monument is risen
To be seen from afar
Erected by thieves
Financed by murderers
And secured by lawyers
Fear upon fear
Inbuilt braces
Scripted obedience
Behold transgression, conform and gorge
Bask in the radiance of purified norm
There will be no distress, no more trembling
The muzzle never felt that good
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I call upon the name of purificating angel,
Upon the name of strangling angel
Let the world drink again from the fountains of the great deep
Let majestic springs erupt upon the footsteps of men
Let the skies dim with clouds of heavenly splendour
Let the waters of redemption arise
Let the children drink freely from these rivers of grace
And let there come the rain, let there come the rain
And may it wash away
the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth,
the shit, the whores, the junk, the trash,
the worms, the freaks, the rot, the plague,
the grime, the smut, the waste, the pigs,
the slime, the mud, the vermin of every shape and size
Higher, higher
Hoist high the banners of shame
I call upon the great day of disgust and scorn
Where man and beast are turned to clay
Where all flesh dies that moves upon the earth
And this rotten cesspool is swept all clean
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Have ye courage, o my brethren? The signs are everywhere.
Some did not see it coming, others refused to see.
I can feel it in the tingle of the air, in the heartbeat of the earth
And I can tell that the storm is coming all down on me.
Come redemption
As the litany of abandonment rings through ruined temples
As the darkest night of them all falls upon the scorched home shores
As the great fervour within is crawling in stasis and dirt
Earthbound, yet striving to walk upon the wind
Always downwards - and toward the farthest sides of the north
There come the agents of change, stiff and inert
Pillars of reason and pillars of belief,
In the footsteps of their fathers' virtues
Always downwards - and toward the farthest sides of the north
There is the nadir
There comes the storm
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released February 28, 2012