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Mgła
Members | |
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Current | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass (2000-present) |
Member(bands): Kriegsmaschine, Clandestine Blaze (live), Arca Funebris, Leichenhalle, Schmerz | |
Darkside | Drums (2006-present) |
Member(bands): Kriegsmaschine, Goderak, Darzamat, Massemord, Thy Disease, Clandestine Blaze (live), Anal Stench, Crionics, Mournedge, Tromsnar | |
Past | |
Daren | Drums (2000-2006) |
Member(bands): Anaboth, Aragon, Daren, Blade of the Sword, Chains of Fire, Deadly Frost, Holy Death, Kriegsmaschine | |
Current (Live) | |
The Fall | Bass, Vocals (2012-present) |
Member(bands): Ashes, Medico Peste, Over the Voids..., Owls Woods Graves, Mord’A’Stigmata, Clandestine Blaze (live), Odraza (live), Arachos, Raventhrone | |
E.V.T. | Guitars (2015-present) |
Member(bands): Medico Peste, Owls Woods Graves, Whalesong, Clandestine Blaze (live) | |
Past (Live) | |
Silencer | Guitars (2012-2015) |
Member(bands): Medico Peste, Mord’A’Stigmata |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Crushing the Holy Trinity | Split | 2005 | Show album |
2 | Presence | EP | 2006 | Show album |
3 | Mdłości | EP | 2006 | Show album |
4 | Mdłości + Further Down the Nest | Compilation | 2007 | Show album |
5 | Further Down the Nest | EP | 2007 | Show album |
6 | Groza | Full-length | 2008 | Show album |
7 | With Hearts Toward None | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
8 | Presence / Power and Will | Compilation | 2013 | Show album |
9 | Exercises in Futility | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
10 | Age of Excuse | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 12th, 2005 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-043 | 3CD | |
July 12th, 2005 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-043 | 3 12" vinyls |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Stabat Mater | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Exordium | |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Mgła | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Daren | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Producer, Recording |
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Disc 1 - Father | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
"Death is the most terrible of all things; and to maintain its works is what requires the greatest of all strength." - Hegel Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve mad myself sick wondering about it. I awake in the morning - just the way millions do, millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, "obviously"! But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything. I’ll beg off. I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it, in the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: that is man’s killer, the one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is a meaning? Today I don’t know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can’t conceive of any "meaning" other than "my" anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It’s atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, understand it he who is dying, and there the living self is, knowing not why, it’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind: the immensity, the night engulfs it and, all on purpose, that living self is there just in order... "not to know". But as for GOD? GOD, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idead... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above emptiness... Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing of God: in the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread, horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing... He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery Divine disclosure is in direct proportion To the degree of divine concealment Intensification of revelation equals To increasing of God’s hiddenness Descent of the Deus Absconditus Vere tu es Deus Absconditus The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, the open spirit, open and dying, suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: that light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, but what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there. Shall my only victory be available in conscience? Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence? There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them. There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them, And make them without excuse. Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence Woestruck am I realising that the light cast on this Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective Division, election and predestination Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device... Anguish is only sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells in low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscurring its sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; but meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, and all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down unpon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped rom the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that. I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God. She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack Yet wider she used fingers to draw the folds of skin apart. And so her "old rag and ruin" loured at me, hairy and pink, Just as full of life as some loathsome squid. "Why", I stammered in a subdued tone, "Why are you doing that?" "You can see for yourself", she said, "I’m God". No use laying it all up to irony when I say of here that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of "philosophy", makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to "die" of any other hurt? If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding, If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves, Greater than we are despite ourselves, Something which at all costs must not be, Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards we strive With all this is in our power and which at the same time We exert with all our power to stave off. I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee, And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction. It is Thou, O my God, who hast called me into being through the power Of Thy might, and hast endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy cause. The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us is an unbearable surpassing of being, an act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is take away from us at the same time it is given to us, we must seek for it in the feeling of dying, in those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying because the existence in us, during these interludes, exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, when the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide. As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries... "Diabolus Absconditus": the conjunction of intellect in psychotropic-altered senses supported by insinsted and archaic sounds. |
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2. | Stabat Mater - Above Him | 17:38 | Show lyrics |
Chants ehoing in ruins Prayers turned into curses Cursed to condemn us to hell Curses to bring us misery, What we gave to them Forgiveness is forgotten Chants repeat the same weeping Asking and hoping their god Tu punish and exterminate unbelievers Whe have killed him. We are above him. We are gods of this moment, Crushing the throne That has been built Of bones of unbelievers These are the hands what strangled Last breath from holy belief |
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Disc 2 - Son | |||
1. | Musta Surma - Kalpeina helvetin tulessa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Kuihtuneina, elämä lakannut olemasta. Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti, läpi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen, sielunsa tulevat olemaan. Kalpeina, Helvetin tulessa, heidän kristinopin saastuttamat kallonsa tulevat iänkaikkisesti mustumaan. Taivaan jumalan pojalla, joka ristinkuolemallaan uhrasi itsensä heidän tähden, joilla ei ole valtaa täällä. Taivaiden kuollut poika, joka opetti palvelijansa lampaiksi. Joilla ei ole valtaa tällä. Kuolleina heidän ruumiinsa nyt, elämä niistä lakannut olemasta. Elämïä, joka oli pyhitetty kuolevan jumaluuden raunioille. |
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2. | Musta Surma - Ruton ruhtinas | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Kuoleman yön musta ruhtinas, kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yö. Viikattensa terävä kuin korpin kynnet. Ruton ruhtinas, julma kuin itse Saatana. Kolme henkeä, joista kaksi yhden palvelijoita... Pimeyden saattelema vitsaus, joka on kohtaava tämän ajan. Heistä kaksi, jotka ylistävät kolmatta, uhranvat itsensä tuolle hengelte, joka pimeydessä vaeltaa... Musta Surma. |
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3. | Musta Surma - Hän on pimeys | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
Vaivu unoduhkseen sinä valon lapsi. Kavahda pimeyttä, vihan voimaa. Pelkää Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitään. Luovu uskostasi ja katso ristinkuolema. Niele pettymyksesi, sinä nöyrä paimen. Tapa jo itsesi ja olet oleva ikuinen. Kumarra Saatanalle, sillä hän on Pimeys. Sillä hän on Pimeys ja ikuinen. |
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4. | Musta Surma - Valkeuden hauras tuhka | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Hänen pimeä myrskynsä, jonka siivin saavuimme. Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkään tuntema. Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kärsimystä! Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kuolemaa! Kautta miekkain mahdin, valkeuden hauraat jäännökset, nyt tuhkana käsissämme. Kärsimys ja kuolema... hänen uljaissa myrskyissään kohtalona valon on ikuinen kuolema! Pimeydessä... tuomamme kohtalo. Syntynyt hänen suuressa viisaudessaan. Kylmyys ja pahuus. Kärsimys ja kuolema. Ylistetty olkoon ikuinen pimeys! |
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5. | Clandestine Blaze - Intro | 00:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Clandestine Blaze - Destroyer of the Nations | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Infernal fires of death Corpses vanishing in total oblivion Heaven sent gift from man Breeding invisible sickness Destroying the nations |
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7. | Clandestine Blaze - Trophy | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Skeletal structures Morbid art of death Trophies made of flesh And clean bones Trophy hunter Of human remains Fetish for reek of death Silence of the corpses Gray rotting skin Tainted with soil Broken teeth Still stained with blood |
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8. | Clandestine Blaze - Behind the Faith | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
I have seen behind the faith And all I can see is self deception Betrayal, mental slavery and fear. Father, son and holy spirit Represent the dogma You need to have to be able to Believe without opportunity For questioning. Fear of death, fear of punishment Makes you crawl among the Lowest maggots. Nothing means enough To truly stand out from spineless mass And stop relying on forgiveness Of the higher powers. Book you believe in Values you believe in, None of those matter When your faith is based on forgiveness. Self deception, betrayal and mental slavery Can never lose for fear. Father, son and the holy spirit demands your Confession of faith and sheep-like regret, And forgives your worthless life. Your place is under the soil Between decayed wood boards Shut with rusty nails Condemned to eternal oblivion. Faith and prayer get you only this far, Ideals you ever had, has been blasphemed Already by your own existence. |
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Disc 3 - Holy Spirit | |||
1. | Mgła - Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason As through strength we shall put the world to sleep We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction we sing the songs of death To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with Yet make us remember our carnal animal past To find a new dimension in the worn out universe Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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2. | Mgła - Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails With to way to turn back Facing the wall of own humanity Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands Final stages of inhumanity The blessing and the curse of ability to think ...to devour the beast One step ahead To be the one with the depths To fulfill the prophecies To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles That crushes the idols of gods That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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3. | Mgła - Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below It itches my veins from the inside Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension! Ascension! Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head Release the beasts in streams of blood To build myself upon disadvantages Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted Flames over the heads of the cursed A new dawn of triumph is coming An age of selfcreation Selfdestruction |
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4. | Mgła - Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow Across the skinfields Dried blood, cold stee lselfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright That I almost miss its glance Still the rays from within the wounds Dead and cold, disturbing Of the dead crawling up Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment Stained with blood A seed for black flames And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan Let it spread with blood Reach cells of necrophosis Start the growth process Light shines throughout the skin Let it out, let it out |
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5. | Exordium - Ei toivottu vieras (Intro) / Tyrannia Martyrum | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realms of martyrs granted ot us as a precious virtue. Distorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance, to hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating lore. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe. |
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6. | Exordium - Craving Vehemence | 03:18 | Show lyrics |
As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss. As if you would return from where you perished in luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by your own frail devotion. Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure and sacred enlightenment. |
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7. | Exordium - Unevangel | 09:34 | Show lyrics |
They only fall impervious to reason or doubt than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing, defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch. Indefinite law of perverted providence that raped the waist of innocence. Covetous passions laid in restless sleep. Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins. A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion). Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might. |
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38:10 |
Presence
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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January 30th, 2006 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-047 | CD | |
December 20th, 2006 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-047 | 12" vinyl | |
2012 | No Solace | NO SOLACE 2012/04 | Cassette | |
May 2nd, 2013
(titled "Presence / Power and Will") |
Northern Heritage Records | NH-047B | 12" vinyl | |
August 24th, 2015 | No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2016
(titled "Presence / Power and Will") |
Northern Heritage Records | NH-047B | 12" vinyl | Reissue |
Members | |
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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19:55 |
Mdłości
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 3rd, 2006 | Under the Sign of Garazel Productions | 7" vinyl | Limited edition | |
August 24th, 2015 | No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds, shining with dim light of non-existence. What tranquillity! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity! An earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit that mankind has been weaving for millennia and face the most horrible truth of all. Every single dream… shattered, trampled and lost. Every single word… silenced forever and evermore. Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful… Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished, embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation, as a monument of the silent gospel from a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia. Risen by the hand of man, turning the pages of history. Purifying, channelling the essence of a conscious, erected mud. Our almighty new god, turning man back into mud. |
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10:44 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 30th, 2007 | Todeskult | TOD004 | CD | |
2012 | No Solace | NO SOLACE 2012/03 | Cassette | |
2012 | Under the Sign of Garazel Productions | CD | 3rd press | |
2013 | Under the Sign of Garazel Productions | CD | 4th press | |
May 2013 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-083 | 12" vinyl | |
2015 | Under the Sign of Garazel Productions | CD | Repress | |
May 2016 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-083 | 12" vinyl | Reissue |
May 2018 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-083 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Repress |
Members | |
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Further Down the Nest
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 9th, 2007 | Todeskult | TOD003 | 7" vinyl | Limited edition |
2015 | Under the Sign of Garazel Productions | CD | ||
August 24th, 2015 | No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Side A | |||
1. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: It’s beautiful horror, it’s wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to suprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert Cold Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The Lord of Deceit rejoices Cold, inert Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert The Lord of Deceit rejoices |
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Side B | |||
2. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak sie wlasnie konczy swiat nie hukiem, ni skomleniem lecz szumem belkotu slepcow zapomnialych swego upadku Oto krew swiata, strumienie Ichor Strugi cieplej sliny na pyskach Hylikos Oto istota kielicha z Mateusza Ksztalty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Slowa bez znaczen, mozlwiosci bez celu Promieniejace zycie |
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11:27 |
Groza
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 13th, 2008 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-057 | CD | |
October 6th, 2009 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-057 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2012 | No Solace | NO SOLACE 2012/02 | Cassette | |
May 2013 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-057 | 12" vinyl | Repress |
August 24th, 2015 | No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp | |
May 2019 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-057 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Remastered |
Members | |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Groza I | 11:21 | Show lyrics |
Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collective confidence in moral permanency. The lowest common denominator is crowned. Standpoints are chosen over general reason. Stars allocated to every man and woman. Fair measure of futile love and will. Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness, anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes. Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces. Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh. The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck. Contract & detract. Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule. Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth. Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils: the Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and ultimately, of course, between man and God. |
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2. | Groza II | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śliny jestem, Ja - jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, nada, groza Hail nothing full of nothing nothing is with thee Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątpienia |
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3. | Groza III | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Now I am become death. Crawling, slithering along the edge. Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. Craving for stench of divine rot. Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. Wherewith shall it be received, when the soule’s precious vessel lies ruined and lost? Now I am become death. Pierced by those signals of transcendence. Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. The bitter blood of the Lamb. Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. The horror. The horror. A precious jewel of His making. And as the light embraces the wanderer, as knees bend as thought is obliterated, with the very moment that resistance has ceased, now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |
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4. | Groza IV | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
The valley of judg’ment. The forest of olde. Where’d come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes’d a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, Hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, ’tis the world without end. |
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36:28 |
With Hearts Toward None
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 28th, 2012 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-077 | CD | |
February 28th, 2012 | Malignant Voices | MV08 | CD | |
March 16th, 2012 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-077 | 12" vinyl | |
July 3rd, 2012 | No Solace | NO SOLACE 2012/01 | Cassette | |
May 2nd, 2013 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-077 | 12" vinyl | |
2014 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-077 | CD | Reissue |
August 24th, 2015 | No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2016 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-077 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Remastered |
2019 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-077 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Remastered |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
Presence / Power and Will
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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January 30th, 2006
(titled "Presence") |
Northern Heritage Records | NH-047 | CD | |
December 20th, 2006
(titled "Presence") |
Northern Heritage Records | NH-047 | 12" vinyl | |
2012
(titled "Presence") |
No Solace | NO SOLACE 2012/04 | Cassette | |
May 2nd, 2013 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-047B | 12" vinyl | |
August 24th, 2015
(titled "Presence") |
No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2016 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-047B | 12" vinyl | Reissue |
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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Side B - Power and Will | |||
4. | Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason / As through strength we shall put the world to sleep / We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce / So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction / We sing the songs of death / To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest / We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph / And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish / What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with / Yet make us remember our carnal animal past / To find a new dimension in the worn out universe / Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks / And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more / ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds / And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill / Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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5. | Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails / With to way to turn back / Facing the wall of own humanity / Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer / Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands / Final stages of inhumanity / The blessing and the curse of ability to think / ... to devour the beast One step ahead / To be the one with the depths / To fulfill the prophecies / To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles / That crushes the idols of gods / That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth / The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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6. | Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below / It itches my veins from the inside / Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins / Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul / A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent / The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension / Ascension / Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head / Release the beasts in streams of blood / To build myself upon disadvantages / Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted / Flames over the heads of the cursed / A new dawn of triumph is coming / An age of selfcreation / Selfdestruction |
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7. | Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow / Across the skinfields / Dried blood, cold steel / Selfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright / That I almost miss its glance / Still the rays from within the wounds / Dead and cold, disturbing / Of the dead crawling up / Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment / Stained with blood / A seed for black flames / And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan / Let it spread with blood / Reach cells of necrophosis / Start the growth process / Light shines throughout the skin / Let it out / Let it out |
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38:50 |
Exercises in Futility
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 4th, 2015 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-089 / NS-04 | CD | |
August 25th, 2015 | No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp | |
January 5th, 2016 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-089 | 12" vinyl | |
September 26th, 2016 | No Solace | Cassette | ||
2019 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-089 / NS-04 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Remastered |
August 6th, 2020 | No Solace | Cassette | Reissue |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Exercises in Futility I | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
The great truth is there isn’t one And it only gets worse since that conclusion The irony of being an extension to nothing And the force of inertia is now a vital factor And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow I envy the maggots Their stuff at least sticks together Better than laudations of misinformed seers And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with It’s like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs And I don’t even remember which brink is which The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence Shining pearl of Augeas’ crown pales in comparison And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still It’s the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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2. | Exercises in Futility II | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It’s one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there’s amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever |
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3. | Exercises in Futility III | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
We hold an honorary degree in natural science For stratigraphy of rock bottom The layers were aplenty, as above, so below But mostly below The research is vast, thorough and firsthand And it’s a broad array of sources For the complete guide to spiritual asshole of the world A tour in words, sounds and pictures Of the true south of nadir Through burial grounds for broken dreams and crippled souls The graves are shallow We would dig them up with our bare hands Just to rise above for a split second And see them basked in the light of a dead sun Beneath the sky of shit And then take notes Meticulously We would consume deathbed confessions Create a language of fading words For this night is without end We would compute dynamics of grief And logic of venom, and we would listen As history is written on cold skin of prophets With vulture claws soaked in rat saliva For this night is without end |
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4. | Exercises in Futility IV | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it’s pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don’t bother digging up the graves It’s rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam |
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5. | Exercises in Futility V | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Blessed be the tailors The masks are cut to fit Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn’t need any outside source For these ones come from within And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms Hollow |
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6. | Exercises in Futility VI | 08:49 | Show lyrics |
As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose. As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose at dice with fate. At least have some dignity. As if it wasn’t a lifetime spent on connecting the dots, there was no pattern. As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism and we could actually laugh for a change. As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance and we could actually feel something. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if everything was to be made right one day, dreams don’t come true for people like us. As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts and their fingers are itchy. As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom and slept calmly among the wastes. And then, we see bright and clear. As if we would be someone else, while mindlessly wandering through the mountains. As if we would be someone better, spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility... |
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42:12 |
Age of Excuse
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 2nd, 2019 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-107 / NS-06 | CD | |
September 2nd, 2019 | No Solace | Digital | Bandcamp | |
January 17th, 2020 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-107 / NS-06 | 12" vinyl | |
August 6th, 2020 | No Solace | Cassette |
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
E.V.T. | Teeth gnashing (track 1) |
The Fall | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mentalporn | Design (icons) |
Zbigniew Bielak | Cover art |
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1. | Age of Excuse I | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
A species had been armed with a double edged blade A guardless weapon of delusion Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence In the tangled mechanisms of life itself As the curtain is being unraveled The ego writhes in a spasm of insight Delighted gods grunt like pigs At the mere notion of a raison d’etre From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres A meaningless uproar Sublime truths are revealed In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots And there’s wisdom to be found In the shameful epitaphs of cowards From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres From the grounds of Comitium To the cellars of Tuol Sleng From the spores of presence And a swarm of pest Unto the ironies of being Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition Those who peruse the annals of humanity Demanding patterns, connections, developments: Were there any to be found? And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart? The wonders The misery The ascent The emptiness Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition |
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2. | Age of Excuse II | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The stench of Zeitgeist Is the incense of discarded shrines As the corpses put on powder and rouge So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards A cheaped out incarnation into a shopworn sarx The soul congeals into a grimy lump - Substance of the world, dreary and pale At the feet of a spirit detached Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels A sacrifice to the gutter gods Squandered redemption, misplaced grace As an ailing mole burrowing in Eden Living breathing downfall Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels It’s a land of sun gone down In comical grandeur A sluggish danse macabre Hyenas waltzing about Would a new flood please finally come A real rain and an assortment of plagues And when all is said and done Even the Devil won’t care enough to spit in the mud |
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3. | Age of Excuse III | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Out of howling of prophets And curses of the righteous In the ivory halls A new kind of champion is bred Herostrates for the modern day High on good conscience A noblest of sufferers On disinformation highway At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Those finaglers of justice Expert wrights in deceit Carvers of the crooked timber And their finely tuned farce Proclaiming anger and rage Under the mortal threat it thrives At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" And the last of misbelievers Will be trampled in the greatest of marches Toward the radiant future Where sheep are promised fangs And only after the graves are filled With remains of dissidents And the frame of reference is torched Together with forbidden thoughts Then, and only then The disciple is relieved The true believer has overcome the evils Of engineering of dissent At the bottom of things it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" Ersatz purpose Ersatz alliance Ersatz ideals Ersatz communion |
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4. | Age of Excuse IV | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
Ground zero of transgression: Whether ironic distance is true subversion As it is carved in the structure Of the system being opposed Therefore the language of the scourge Should be instilled in further discourse The language of strife and hunger In a state of relentless panic Henceforth the struggle takes form Of an absolute order, a total institution The clandestine laws of the night Should be exposed in broad daylight Mocked by many - known by the few The arsonists of perpetual aporia Acknowledge the presence of a sinister side That reaches far and wide beneath the surface Acknowledge that there are aspects of self Only to be revealed in burning, blinding hatred The blades shall be sharpened Upon gravestones of "kind" hearted The measures shall be chosen For maximum impact upon illusion of safety The ordnance which will tear Into the heart of daydream Shall become the testament Of the hopeless quest of prelest prophets Acknowledge healthy confusion, the dirt behind the reverie Unearth madness and probe into the absurd Deconstruct with no promise of a restore pattern And become free through the truth of the prelest prophets |
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5. | Age of Excuse V | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
The gruesome caravan is crawling in circles Around pillars of cold grey light Pale horse is there, but the rider’s away on business And the lion went roaring somewhere else It’s a begging time for dissolution The commodity of ultimate silence on public display The living dead stare at the gaping void Waiting for the blade to finally come down Not just yet There’s still innards to be ripped out And hanged between the sacred trees Bones to be broken, eyes to be plucked For the amusement of a drooling god Born again in a tidal wave of filth Amidst chants of suffocating angels An offering to a ravenous idol That’ll take more pleasure in puking it out Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end A bargain pilgrimage to the heart of darkness The stay got extended quite a good bit View is always the same: sorrow upon sorrow And the orchestra keeps playing same song on repeat A canticle arranged for gnashing of teeth Howling of hearts and cracking of spines And there’s a hundred eager razors Underneath the conductor’s suit Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end In this rotten excuse for a world At the bottom of the dustbin of history Let’s just try and pretend That our corpses still have some class The cold light The gaping void The final silence At the fingertips The cold light The gaping void The broken cycle Not just yet |
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6. | Age of Excuse VI | 09:06 | Show lyrics |
Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn’t even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud In this day and age The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent In this day and age Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who’d rig moral compass rather than bridges Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves |
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42:24 |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
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Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Stabat Mater | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Exordium | |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Mgła | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Daren | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Producer, Recording |
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Disc 1 - Father | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
"Death is the most terrible of all things; and to maintain its works is what requires the greatest of all strength." - Hegel Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve mad myself sick wondering about it. I awake in the morning - just the way millions do, millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, "obviously"! But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything. I’ll beg off. I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it, in the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: that is man’s killer, the one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is a meaning? Today I don’t know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can’t conceive of any "meaning" other than "my" anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It’s atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, understand it he who is dying, and there the living self is, knowing not why, it’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind: the immensity, the night engulfs it and, all on purpose, that living self is there just in order... "not to know". But as for GOD? GOD, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idead... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above emptiness... Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing of God: in the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread, horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing... He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery Divine disclosure is in direct proportion To the degree of divine concealment Intensification of revelation equals To increasing of God’s hiddenness Descent of the Deus Absconditus Vere tu es Deus Absconditus The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, the open spirit, open and dying, suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: that light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, but what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there. Shall my only victory be available in conscience? Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence? There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them. There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them, And make them without excuse. Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence Woestruck am I realising that the light cast on this Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective Division, election and predestination Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device... Anguish is only sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells in low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscurring its sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; but meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, and all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down unpon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped rom the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that. I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God. She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack Yet wider she used fingers to draw the folds of skin apart. And so her "old rag and ruin" loured at me, hairy and pink, Just as full of life as some loathsome squid. "Why", I stammered in a subdued tone, "Why are you doing that?" "You can see for yourself", she said, "I’m God". No use laying it all up to irony when I say of here that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of "philosophy", makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to "die" of any other hurt? If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding, If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves, Greater than we are despite ourselves, Something which at all costs must not be, Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards we strive With all this is in our power and which at the same time We exert with all our power to stave off. I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee, And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction. It is Thou, O my God, who hast called me into being through the power Of Thy might, and hast endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy cause. The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us is an unbearable surpassing of being, an act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is take away from us at the same time it is given to us, we must seek for it in the feeling of dying, in those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying because the existence in us, during these interludes, exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, when the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide. As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries... "Diabolus Absconditus": the conjunction of intellect in psychotropic-altered senses supported by insinsted and archaic sounds. |
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2. | Stabat Mater - Above Him | 17:38 | Show lyrics |
Chants ehoing in ruins Prayers turned into curses Cursed to condemn us to hell Curses to bring us misery, What we gave to them Forgiveness is forgotten Chants repeat the same weeping Asking and hoping their god Tu punish and exterminate unbelievers Whe have killed him. We are above him. We are gods of this moment, Crushing the throne That has been built Of bones of unbelievers These are the hands what strangled Last breath from holy belief |
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40:08 | |||
Disc 2 - Son | |||
1. | Musta Surma - Kalpeina helvetin tulessa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Kuihtuneina, elämä lakannut olemasta. Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti, läpi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen, sielunsa tulevat olemaan. Kalpeina, Helvetin tulessa, heidän kristinopin saastuttamat kallonsa tulevat iänkaikkisesti mustumaan. Taivaan jumalan pojalla, joka ristinkuolemallaan uhrasi itsensä heidän tähden, joilla ei ole valtaa täällä. Taivaiden kuollut poika, joka opetti palvelijansa lampaiksi. Joilla ei ole valtaa tällä. Kuolleina heidän ruumiinsa nyt, elämä niistä lakannut olemasta. Elämïä, joka oli pyhitetty kuolevan jumaluuden raunioille. |
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2. | Musta Surma - Ruton ruhtinas | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Kuoleman yön musta ruhtinas, kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yö. Viikattensa terävä kuin korpin kynnet. Ruton ruhtinas, julma kuin itse Saatana. Kolme henkeä, joista kaksi yhden palvelijoita... Pimeyden saattelema vitsaus, joka on kohtaava tämän ajan. Heistä kaksi, jotka ylistävät kolmatta, uhranvat itsensä tuolle hengelte, joka pimeydessä vaeltaa... Musta Surma. |
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3. | Musta Surma - Hän on pimeys | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
Vaivu unoduhkseen sinä valon lapsi. Kavahda pimeyttä, vihan voimaa. Pelkää Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitään. Luovu uskostasi ja katso ristinkuolema. Niele pettymyksesi, sinä nöyrä paimen. Tapa jo itsesi ja olet oleva ikuinen. Kumarra Saatanalle, sillä hän on Pimeys. Sillä hän on Pimeys ja ikuinen. |
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4. | Musta Surma - Valkeuden hauras tuhka | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Hänen pimeä myrskynsä, jonka siivin saavuimme. Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkään tuntema. Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kärsimystä! Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kuolemaa! Kautta miekkain mahdin, valkeuden hauraat jäännökset, nyt tuhkana käsissämme. Kärsimys ja kuolema... hänen uljaissa myrskyissään kohtalona valon on ikuinen kuolema! Pimeydessä... tuomamme kohtalo. Syntynyt hänen suuressa viisaudessaan. Kylmyys ja pahuus. Kärsimys ja kuolema. Ylistetty olkoon ikuinen pimeys! |
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5. | Clandestine Blaze - Intro | 00:57 | instrumental |
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6. | Clandestine Blaze - Destroyer of the Nations | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Infernal fires of death Corpses vanishing in total oblivion Heaven sent gift from man Breeding invisible sickness Destroying the nations |
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7. | Clandestine Blaze - Trophy | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Skeletal structures Morbid art of death Trophies made of flesh And clean bones Trophy hunter Of human remains Fetish for reek of death Silence of the corpses Gray rotting skin Tainted with soil Broken teeth Still stained with blood |
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8. | Clandestine Blaze - Behind the Faith | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
I have seen behind the faith And all I can see is self deception Betrayal, mental slavery and fear. Father, son and holy spirit Represent the dogma You need to have to be able to Believe without opportunity For questioning. Fear of death, fear of punishment Makes you crawl among the Lowest maggots. Nothing means enough To truly stand out from spineless mass And stop relying on forgiveness Of the higher powers. Book you believe in Values you believe in, None of those matter When your faith is based on forgiveness. Self deception, betrayal and mental slavery Can never lose for fear. Father, son and the holy spirit demands your Confession of faith and sheep-like regret, And forgives your worthless life. Your place is under the soil Between decayed wood boards Shut with rusty nails Condemned to eternal oblivion. Faith and prayer get you only this far, Ideals you ever had, has been blasphemed Already by your own existence. |
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33:18 | |||
Disc 3 - Holy Spirit | |||
1. | Mgła - Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason As through strength we shall put the world to sleep We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction we sing the songs of death To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with Yet make us remember our carnal animal past To find a new dimension in the worn out universe Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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2. | Mgła - Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails With to way to turn back Facing the wall of own humanity Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands Final stages of inhumanity The blessing and the curse of ability to think ...to devour the beast One step ahead To be the one with the depths To fulfill the prophecies To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles That crushes the idols of gods That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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3. | Mgła - Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below It itches my veins from the inside Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension! Ascension! Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head Release the beasts in streams of blood To build myself upon disadvantages Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted Flames over the heads of the cursed A new dawn of triumph is coming An age of selfcreation Selfdestruction |
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4. | Mgła - Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow Across the skinfields Dried blood, cold stee lselfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright That I almost miss its glance Still the rays from within the wounds Dead and cold, disturbing Of the dead crawling up Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment Stained with blood A seed for black flames And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan Let it spread with blood Reach cells of necrophosis Start the growth process Light shines throughout the skin Let it out, let it out |
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5. | Exordium - Ei toivottu vieras (Intro) / Tyrannia Martyrum | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realms of martyrs granted ot us as a precious virtue. Distorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance, to hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating lore. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe. |
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6. | Exordium - Craving Vehemence | 03:18 | Show lyrics |
As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss. As if you would return from where you perished in luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by your own frail devotion. Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure and sacred enlightenment. |
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7. | Exordium - Unevangel | 09:34 | Show lyrics |
They only fall impervious to reason or doubt than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing, defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch. Indefinite law of perverted providence that raped the waist of innocence. Covetous passions laid in restless sleep. Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins. A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion). Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might. |
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38:10 |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Stabat Mater | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Exordium | |
Tuukka Karstila | Guitars |
Toni Kemppainen | Guitars, Vocals |
Atte Karstila | Drums |
Mgła | |
Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Santtu Tiihonen | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jukka Siikala | Artwork |
Atte Karstila | Producer, Recording |
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Disc 1 - Father | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
"Death is the most terrible of all things; and to maintain its works is what requires the greatest of all strength." - Hegel Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve mad myself sick wondering about it. I awake in the morning - just the way millions do, millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, "obviously"! But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything. I’ll beg off. I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it, in the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: that is man’s killer, the one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is a meaning? Today I don’t know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can’t conceive of any "meaning" other than "my" anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It’s atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, understand it he who is dying, and there the living self is, knowing not why, it’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind: the immensity, the night engulfs it and, all on purpose, that living self is there just in order... "not to know". But as for GOD? GOD, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idead... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above emptiness... Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing of God: in the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread, horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing... He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery Divine disclosure is in direct proportion To the degree of divine concealment Intensification of revelation equals To increasing of God’s hiddenness Descent of the Deus Absconditus Vere tu es Deus Absconditus The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, the open spirit, open and dying, suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: that light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, but what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there. Shall my only victory be available in conscience? Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence? There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them. There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them, And make them without excuse. Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence Woestruck am I realising that the light cast on this Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective Division, election and predestination Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device... Anguish is only sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells in low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscurring its sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; but meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, and all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down unpon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped rom the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that. I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God. She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack Yet wider she used fingers to draw the folds of skin apart. And so her "old rag and ruin" loured at me, hairy and pink, Just as full of life as some loathsome squid. "Why", I stammered in a subdued tone, "Why are you doing that?" "You can see for yourself", she said, "I’m God". No use laying it all up to irony when I say of here that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of "philosophy", makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to "die" of any other hurt? If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding, If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves, Greater than we are despite ourselves, Something which at all costs must not be, Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards we strive With all this is in our power and which at the same time We exert with all our power to stave off. I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee, And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction. It is Thou, O my God, who hast called me into being through the power Of Thy might, and hast endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy cause. The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us is an unbearable surpassing of being, an act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is take away from us at the same time it is given to us, we must seek for it in the feeling of dying, in those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying because the existence in us, during these interludes, exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, when the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide. As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries... "Diabolus Absconditus": the conjunction of intellect in psychotropic-altered senses supported by insinsted and archaic sounds. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Stabat Mater - Above Him | 17:38 | Show lyrics |
Chants ehoing in ruins Prayers turned into curses Cursed to condemn us to hell Curses to bring us misery, What we gave to them Forgiveness is forgotten Chants repeat the same weeping Asking and hoping their god Tu punish and exterminate unbelievers Whe have killed him. We are above him. We are gods of this moment, Crushing the throne That has been built Of bones of unbelievers These are the hands what strangled Last breath from holy belief |
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40:08 | |||
Disc 2 - Son | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Musta Surma - Kalpeina helvetin tulessa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Kuihtuneina, elämä lakannut olemasta. Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti, läpi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen, sielunsa tulevat olemaan. Kalpeina, Helvetin tulessa, heidän kristinopin saastuttamat kallonsa tulevat iänkaikkisesti mustumaan. Taivaan jumalan pojalla, joka ristinkuolemallaan uhrasi itsensä heidän tähden, joilla ei ole valtaa täällä. Taivaiden kuollut poika, joka opetti palvelijansa lampaiksi. Joilla ei ole valtaa tällä. Kuolleina heidän ruumiinsa nyt, elämä niistä lakannut olemasta. Elämïä, joka oli pyhitetty kuolevan jumaluuden raunioille. |
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2. | Musta Surma - Ruton ruhtinas | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Kuoleman yön musta ruhtinas, kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yö. Viikattensa terävä kuin korpin kynnet. Ruton ruhtinas, julma kuin itse Saatana. Kolme henkeä, joista kaksi yhden palvelijoita... Pimeyden saattelema vitsaus, joka on kohtaava tämän ajan. Heistä kaksi, jotka ylistävät kolmatta, uhranvat itsensä tuolle hengelte, joka pimeydessä vaeltaa... Musta Surma. |
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3. | Musta Surma - Hän on pimeys | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
Vaivu unoduhkseen sinä valon lapsi. Kavahda pimeyttä, vihan voimaa. Pelkää Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitään. Luovu uskostasi ja katso ristinkuolema. Niele pettymyksesi, sinä nöyrä paimen. Tapa jo itsesi ja olet oleva ikuinen. Kumarra Saatanalle, sillä hän on Pimeys. Sillä hän on Pimeys ja ikuinen. |
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4. | Musta Surma - Valkeuden hauras tuhka | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Hänen pimeä myrskynsä, jonka siivin saavuimme. Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkään tuntema. Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kärsimystä! Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainoastaan kuolemaa! Kautta miekkain mahdin, valkeuden hauraat jäännökset, nyt tuhkana käsissämme. Kärsimys ja kuolema... hänen uljaissa myrskyissään kohtalona valon on ikuinen kuolema! Pimeydessä... tuomamme kohtalo. Syntynyt hänen suuressa viisaudessaan. Kylmyys ja pahuus. Kärsimys ja kuolema. Ylistetty olkoon ikuinen pimeys! |
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Side B | |||
5. | Clandestine Blaze - Intro | 00:57 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Clandestine Blaze - Destroyer of the Nations | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Infernal fires of death Corpses vanishing in total oblivion Heaven sent gift from man Breeding invisible sickness Destroying the nations |
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7. | Clandestine Blaze - Trophy | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Skeletal structures Morbid art of death Trophies made of flesh And clean bones Trophy hunter Of human remains Fetish for reek of death Silence of the corpses Gray rotting skin Tainted with soil Broken teeth Still stained with blood |
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8. | Clandestine Blaze - Behind the Faith | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
I have seen behind the faith And all I can see is self deception Betrayal, mental slavery and fear. Father, son and holy spirit Represent the dogma You need to have to be able to Believe without opportunity For questioning. Fear of death, fear of punishment Makes you crawl among the Lowest maggots. Nothing means enough To truly stand out from spineless mass And stop relying on forgiveness Of the higher powers. Book you believe in Values you believe in, None of those matter When your faith is based on forgiveness. Self deception, betrayal and mental slavery Can never lose for fear. Father, son and the holy spirit demands your Confession of faith and sheep-like regret, And forgives your worthless life. Your place is under the soil Between decayed wood boards Shut with rusty nails Condemned to eternal oblivion. Faith and prayer get you only this far, Ideals you ever had, has been blasphemed Already by your own existence. |
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33:18 | |||
Disc 3 - Holy Spirit | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Mgła - Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason As through strength we shall put the world to sleep We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction we sing the songs of death To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with Yet make us remember our carnal animal past To find a new dimension in the worn out universe Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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2. | Mgła - Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails With to way to turn back Facing the wall of own humanity Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands Final stages of inhumanity The blessing and the curse of ability to think ...to devour the beast One step ahead To be the one with the depths To fulfill the prophecies To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles That crushes the idols of gods That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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3. | Mgła - Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below It itches my veins from the inside Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension! Ascension! Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head Release the beasts in streams of blood To build myself upon disadvantages Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted Flames over the heads of the cursed A new dawn of triumph is coming An age of selfcreation Selfdestruction |
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4. | Mgła - Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow Across the skinfields Dried blood, cold stee lselfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright That I almost miss its glance Still the rays from within the wounds Dead and cold, disturbing Of the dead crawling up Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment Stained with blood A seed for black flames And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan Let it spread with blood Reach cells of necrophosis Start the growth process Light shines throughout the skin Let it out, let it out |
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Side B | |||
5. | Exordium - Ei toivottu vieras (Intro) / Tyrannia Martyrum | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence. The wrecked dominion of vanity. Realms of martyrs granted ot us as a precious virtue. Distorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance, to hand them clearest evidence. And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence in a mournful verses astray reality. Unable to release from cruciating lore. Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery to submit the streams of woe. |
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6. | Exordium - Craving Vehemence | 03:18 | Show lyrics |
As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss. As if you would return from where you perished in luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by your own frail devotion. Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure and sacred enlightenment. |
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7. | Exordium - Unevangel | 09:34 | Show lyrics |
They only fall impervious to reason or doubt than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing, defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch. Indefinite law of perverted providence that raped the waist of innocence. Covetous passions laid in restless sleep. Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins. A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion). Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might. |
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38:10 |
Presence
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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19:55 |
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Single-sided | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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19:55 |
Presence
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Single-sided | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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19:55 |
Presence
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Side A - Presence | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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Side B - Power and Will | |||
4. | Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason / As through strength we shall put the world to sleep / We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce / So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction / We sing the songs of death / To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest / We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph / And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish / What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with / Yet make us remember our carnal animal past / To find a new dimension in the worn out universe / Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks / And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more / ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds / And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill / Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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5. | Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails / With to way to turn back / Facing the wall of own humanity / Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer / Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands / Final stages of inhumanity / The blessing and the curse of ability to think / ... to devour the beast One step ahead / To be the one with the depths / To fulfill the prophecies / To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles / That crushes the idols of gods / That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth / The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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6. | Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below / It itches my veins from the inside / Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins / Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul / A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent / The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension / Ascension / Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head / Release the beasts in streams of blood / To build myself upon disadvantages / Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted / Flames over the heads of the cursed / A new dawn of triumph is coming / An age of selfcreation / Selfdestruction |
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7. | Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow / Across the skinfields / Dried blood, cold steel / Selfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright / That I almost miss its glance / Still the rays from within the wounds / Dead and cold, disturbing / Of the dead crawling up / Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment / Stained with blood / A seed for black flames / And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan / Let it spread with blood / Reach cells of necrophosis / Start the growth process / Light shines throughout the skin / Let it out / Let it out |
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38:50 |
Presence
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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20:01 |
Presence
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Side A - Presence | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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Side B - Power and Will | |||
4. | Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason / As through strength we shall put the world to sleep / We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce / So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction / We sing the songs of death / To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest / We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph / And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish / What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with / Yet make us remember our carnal animal past / To find a new dimension in the worn out universe / Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks / And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more / ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds / And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill / Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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5. | Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails / With to way to turn back / Facing the wall of own humanity / Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer / Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands / Final stages of inhumanity / The blessing and the curse of ability to think / ... to devour the beast One step ahead / To be the one with the depths / To fulfill the prophecies / To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles / That crushes the idols of gods / That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth / The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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6. | Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below / It itches my veins from the inside / Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins / Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul / A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent / The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension / Ascension / Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head / Release the beasts in streams of blood / To build myself upon disadvantages / Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted / Flames over the heads of the cursed / A new dawn of triumph is coming / An age of selfcreation / Selfdestruction |
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7. | Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow / Across the skinfields / Dried blood, cold steel / Selfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright / That I almost miss its glance / Still the rays from within the wounds / Dead and cold, disturbing / Of the dead crawling up / Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment / Stained with blood / A seed for black flames / And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan / Let it spread with blood / Reach cells of necrophosis / Start the growth process / Light shines throughout the skin / Let it out / Let it out |
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38:50 |
Mdłości
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Side A | |||
1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds, shining with dim light of non-existence. What tranquillity! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity! An earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit that mankind has been weaving for millennia and face the most horrible truth of all. Every single dream… shattered, trampled and lost. Every single word… silenced forever and evermore. Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful… Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished, embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation, as a monument of the silent gospel from a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia. Risen by the hand of man, turning the pages of history. Purifying, channelling the essence of a conscious, erected mud. Our almighty new god, turning man back into mud. |
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10:44 |
Mdłości
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds, shining with dim light of non-existence. What tranquillity! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity! An earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit that mankind has been weaving for millennia and face the most horrible truth of all. Every single dream… shattered, trampled and lost. Every single word… silenced forever and evermore. Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful… Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness. |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished, embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation, as a monument of the silent gospel from a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia. Risen by the hand of man, turning the pages of history. Purifying, channelling the essence of a conscious, erected mud. Our almighty new god, turning man back into mud. |
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10:44 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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Darkside | Drums |
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1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - Mdłości | |||
1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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Side B - Further Down the Nest | |||
3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
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1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - Mdłości | |||
1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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Side B - Further Down the Nest | |||
3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
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1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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Original line-up | |
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - Mdłości | |||
1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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Side B - Further Down the Nest | |||
3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Mdłości + Further Down the Nest
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - Mdłości | |||
1. | Mdłości I | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness |
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2. | Mdłości II | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation As a monument of the silent gospel From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia Risen by the hand of man Turning the pages of history Purifying, channeling the essence Of a conscious, erected mud Our almighty new god Turning man back into mud* * with respect for Puissance |
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Side B - Further Down the Nest | |||
3. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, Inert Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The lord of deceit rejoices |
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4. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak się właśnie kończy świat Nie hukiem, ni skomleniem Lecz szumem bełkotu ślepców Zapomniałych własnego upadku Oto krew świata, strumienie ichor Strugi ciepłej śliny na pyskach hylikos Oto istota kielichu z Mateusza Kształty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Słowa bez znaczeń, możliwość bez celu Promieniejące życie (translation: And that is how the world ends Not with clatter, nor with whining But with the murmurous stammering of the blind Forgetful of their own fall This is the blood of the world, streams of ichor Brooks of the warm saliva on the mouths of hylikos This is the substance of the chalice of Mathew Shapes without form, shadows without colour Words without meaning, potentiality without purpose Radiating life) |
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22:11 |
Further Down the Nest
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: It’s beautiful horror, it’s wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to suprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert Cold Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The Lord of Deceit rejoices Cold, inert Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert The Lord of Deceit rejoices |
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Side B | |||
2. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak sie wlasnie konczy swiat nie hukiem, ni skomleniem lecz szumem belkotu slepcow zapomnialych swego upadku Oto krew swiata, strumienie Ichor Strugi cieplej sliny na pyskach Hylikos Oto istota kielicha z Mateusza Ksztalty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Slowa bez znaczen, mozlwiosci bez celu Promieniejace zycie |
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11:27 |
Further Down the Nest
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: It’s beautiful horror, it’s wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to suprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert Cold Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The Lord of Deceit rejoices Cold, inert Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert The Lord of Deceit rejoices |
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2. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:21 | Show lyrics |
I tak sie wlasnie konczy swiat nie hukiem, ni skomleniem lecz szumem belkotu slepcow zapomnialych swego upadku Oto krew swiata, strumienie Ichor Strugi cieplej sliny na pyskach Hylikos Oto istota kielicha z Mateusza Ksztalty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Slowa bez znaczen, mozlwiosci bez celu Promieniejace zycie |
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11:27 |
Further Down the Nest
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Original line-up | |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Further Down the Nest I | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Lost between the razor traces Scratched confidence Found comfort in shadows black Taking darkness for granted Left open for what comes unseen: It’s beautiful horror, it’s wondrous seeds of doubt Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman Desperately awaiting the day it looks back Lest ye forget the monsters Transgressing into a frigid soul Nothing to expect, nothing to suprise Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0 Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert Cold Missed the distance, lost the trace Complete The Lord of Deceit rejoices Cold, inert Further down the nest Further down the ID Cold, inert The Lord of Deceit rejoices |
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2. | Further Down the Nest II | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
I tak sie wlasnie konczy swiat nie hukiem, ni skomleniem lecz szumem belkotu slepcow zapomnialych swego upadku Oto krew swiata, strumienie Ichor Strugi cieplej sliny na pyskach Hylikos Oto istota kielicha z Mateusza Ksztalty bez formy, cienie bez barwy Slowa bez znaczen, mozlwiosci bez celu Promieniejace zycie |
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11:26 |
Groza
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Groza I | 11:21 | Show lyrics |
Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collective confidence in moral permanency. The lowest common denominator is crowned. Standpoints are chosen over general reason. Stars allocated to every man and woman. Fair measure of futile love and will. Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness, anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes. Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces. Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh. The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck. Contract & detract. Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule. Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth. Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils: the Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and ultimately, of course, between man and God. |
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2. | Groza II | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śliny jestem, Ja - jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, nada, groza Hail nothing full of nothing nothing is with thee Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątpienia |
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3. | Groza III | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Now I am become death. Crawling, slithering along the edge. Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. Craving for stench of divine rot. Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. Wherewith shall it be received, when the soule’s precious vessel lies ruined and lost? Now I am become death. Pierced by those signals of transcendence. Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. The bitter blood of the Lamb. Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. The horror. The horror. A precious jewel of His making. And as the light embraces the wanderer, as knees bend as thought is obliterated, with the very moment that resistance has ceased, now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |
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4. | Groza IV | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
The valley of judg’ment. The forest of olde. Where’d come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes’d a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, Hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, ’tis the world without end. |
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36:28 |
Groza
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Groza I | 11:21 | Show lyrics |
Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collective confidence in moral permanency. The lowest common denominator is crowned. Standpoints are chosen over general reason. Stars allocated to every man and woman. Fair measure of futile love and will. Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness, anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes. Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces. Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh. The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck. Contract & detract. Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule. Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth. Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils: the Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and ultimately, of course, between man and God. |
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2. | Groza II | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śliny jestem, Ja - jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, nada, groza Hail nothing full of nothing nothing is with thee Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątpienia |
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Side B | |||
3. | Groza III | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Now I am become death. Crawling, slithering along the edge. Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. Craving for stench of divine rot. Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. Wherewith shall it be received, when the soule’s precious vessel lies ruined and lost? Now I am become death. Pierced by those signals of transcendence. Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. The bitter blood of the Lamb. Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. The horror. The horror. A precious jewel of His making. And as the light embraces the wanderer, as knees bend as thought is obliterated, with the very moment that resistance has ceased, now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |
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4. | Groza IV | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
The valley of judg’ment. The forest of olde. Where’d come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes’d a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, Hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, ’tis the world without end. |
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36:28 |
Groza
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Groza I | 11:21 | Show lyrics |
Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collective confidence in moral permanency. The lowest common denominator is crowned. Standpoints are chosen over general reason. Stars allocated to every man and woman. Fair measure of futile love and will. Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness, anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes. Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces. Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh. The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck. Contract & detract. Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule. Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth. Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils: the Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and ultimately, of course, between man and God. |
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2. | Groza II | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śliny jestem, Ja - jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, nada, groza Hail nothing full of nothing nothing is with thee Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątpienia |
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Side B | |||
3. | Groza III | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Now I am become death. Crawling, slithering along the edge. Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. Craving for stench of divine rot. Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. Wherewith shall it be received, when the soule’s precious vessel lies ruined and lost? Now I am become death. Pierced by those signals of transcendence. Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. The bitter blood of the Lamb. Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. The horror. The horror. A precious jewel of His making. And as the light embraces the wanderer, as knees bend as thought is obliterated, with the very moment that resistance has ceased, now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |
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4. | Groza IV | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
The valley of judg’ment. The forest of olde. Where’d come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes’d a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, Hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, ’tis the world without end. |
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36:28 |
Groza
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Groza I | 11:21 | Show lyrics |
Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collective confidence in moral permanency. The lowest common denominator is crowned. Standpoints are chosen over general reason. Stars allocated to every man and woman. Fair measure of futile love and will. Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness, anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes. Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces. Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh. The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck. Contract & detract. Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule. Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth. Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils: the Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and ultimately, of course, between man and God. |
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2. | Groza II | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śliny jestem, Ja - jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, nada, groza Hail nothing full of nothing nothing is with thee Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątpienia |
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Side B | |||
3. | Groza III | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Now I am become death. Crawling, slithering along the edge. Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. Craving for stench of divine rot. Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. Wherewith shall it be received, when the soule’s precious vessel lies ruined and lost? Now I am become death. Pierced by those signals of transcendence. Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. The bitter blood of the Lamb. Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. The horror. The horror. A precious jewel of His making. And as the light embraces the wanderer, as knees bend as thought is obliterated, with the very moment that resistance has ceased, now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |
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4. | Groza IV | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
The valley of judg’ment. The forest of olde. Where’d come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes’d a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, Hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, ’tis the world without end. |
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36:28 |
Groza
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Groza I | 11:21 | Show lyrics |
Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collective confidence in moral permanency. The lowest common denominator is crowned. Standpoints are chosen over general reason. Stars allocated to every man and woman. Fair measure of futile love and will. Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness, anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes. Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces. Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh. The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck. Contract & detract. Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule. Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth. Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils: the Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and ultimately, of course, between man and God. |
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2. | Groza II | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śliny jestem, Ja - jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, nada, groza Hail nothing full of nothing nothing is with thee Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątpienia |
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3. | Groza III | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Now I am become death. Crawling, slithering along the edge. Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. Craving for stench of divine rot. Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. Wherewith shall it be received, when the soule’s precious vessel lies ruined and lost? Now I am become death. Pierced by those signals of transcendence. Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. The bitter blood of the Lamb. Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. The horror. The horror. A precious jewel of His making. And as the light embraces the wanderer, as knees bend as thought is obliterated, with the very moment that resistance has ceased, now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |
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4. | Groza IV | 10:02 | Show lyrics |
The valley of judg’ment. The forest of olde. Where’d come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes’d a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, Hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, ’tis the world without end. |
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36:26 |
Groza
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Groza I | 11:21 | Show lyrics |
Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collective confidence in moral permanency. The lowest common denominator is crowned. Standpoints are chosen over general reason. Stars allocated to every man and woman. Fair measure of futile love and will. Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness, anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes. Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces. Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh. The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck. Contract & detract. Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule. Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth. Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils: the Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and ultimately, of course, between man and God. |
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2. | Groza II | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śliny jestem, Ja - jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, nada, groza Hail nothing full of nothing nothing is with thee Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątpienia |
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3. | Groza III | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Now I am become death. Crawling, slithering along the edge. Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. Craving for stench of divine rot. Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. Wherewith shall it be received, when the soule’s precious vessel lies ruined and lost? Now I am become death. Pierced by those signals of transcendence. Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. The bitter blood of the Lamb. Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. The horror. The horror. A precious jewel of His making. And as the light embraces the wanderer, as knees bend as thought is obliterated, with the very moment that resistance has ceased, now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |
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4. | Groza IV | 10:03 | Show lyrics |
The valley of judg’ment. The forest of olde. Where’d come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes’d a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, Hast thou not seen the structure clear? A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. Alas, ’tis the world without end. |
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36:28 |
With Hearts Toward None
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Side A | |||
1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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Side B | |||
5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Side A | |||
1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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Side B | |||
5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
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Original line-up | |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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Side B | |||
5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
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Original line-up | |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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Side B | |||
5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
With Hearts Toward None
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | With Hearts Toward None I | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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 and kin All glory and strenght 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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2. | With Hearts Toward None II | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
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 crawilng carnage, of death piled upon death, the great sower descends to reap the crops. |
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3. | With Hearts Toward None III | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
Threshold wanderers Daath dwellers Usucaptors in lands of no hope and no grace Preachers of the fall Surveyors 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 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 With hearts toward none |
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4. | With Hearts Toward None IV | 05:48 | Show lyrics |
All hail 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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Side B | |||
5. | With Hearts Toward None V | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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 trangression, conform and gorge Bask in the radiance of purified norm There will be no distress, no more trembling The muzzle never felt that good A monument is risen To be seen from afar Erected by thieves Financed by murderers And secured by lawyers And secured by the righteous, the pure |
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6. | With Hearts Toward None VI | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
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 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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7. | With Hearts Toward None VII | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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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43:44 |
Presence / Power and Will
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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19:55 |
Presence / Power and Will
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Single-sided | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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19:55 |
Presence / Power and Will
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Single-sided | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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19:55 |
Presence / Power and Will
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Original line-up | |
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A - Presence | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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Side B - Power and Will | |||
4. | Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason / As through strength we shall put the world to sleep / We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce / So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction / We sing the songs of death / To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest / We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph / And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish / What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with / Yet make us remember our carnal animal past / To find a new dimension in the worn out universe / Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks / And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more / ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds / And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill / Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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5. | Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails / With to way to turn back / Facing the wall of own humanity / Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer / Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands / Final stages of inhumanity / The blessing and the curse of ability to think / ... to devour the beast One step ahead / To be the one with the depths / To fulfill the prophecies / To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles / That crushes the idols of gods / That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth / The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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6. | Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below / It itches my veins from the inside / Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins / Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul / A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent / The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension / Ascension / Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head / Release the beasts in streams of blood / To build myself upon disadvantages / Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted / Flames over the heads of the cursed / A new dawn of triumph is coming / An age of selfcreation / Selfdestruction |
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7. | Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow / Across the skinfields / Dried blood, cold steel / Selfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright / That I almost miss its glance / Still the rays from within the wounds / Dead and cold, disturbing / Of the dead crawling up / Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment / Stained with blood / A seed for black flames / And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan / Let it spread with blood / Reach cells of necrophosis / Start the growth process / Light shines throughout the skin / Let it out / Let it out |
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38:50 |
Presence / Power and Will
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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20:01 |
Presence / Power and Will
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Daren | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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Side A - Presence | |||
1. | Presence I | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Worms, hungering for all the dimensions Eat through my heart and from within my dreams Spawn of Leviathan flows through my veins To gracefully poison the thoughts of men. Blessed by ultimate corruption Soulswallowed by Leviathan Ridden with divine infection Scalded by the Satan’s sun. Cut by broken mirrors, razor keys Opening the chains of self-control Ultimate desolation triumphant Inner peace achieved through will perished Eradication of all what was taught and perceived And eradication of will as a whole. Blazes of consciousness frozen With subzero waves of energy annihilation. |
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2. | Presence II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether To crown the atrocity ...presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consciousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delighting Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known Fiat Lux! |
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3. | Presence III | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
Follow the wounds, enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, and not repent! Betraying the call of continued creation. A thousand pages written with blood Words and images of uttermost horror And the visions, shaped for millennia, Of holy negativity approaching. |
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Side B - Power and Will | |||
4. | Power and Will I | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
We’ve been given claws (and) not without reason / As through strength we shall put the world to sleep / We’ve been given our roles of beasts so fierce / So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust We speak the words of destruction / We sing the songs of death / To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest / We won’t witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph / And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves) What a way to perish / What a way to fade We’ve been given teeth to tear stagnation with / Yet make us remember our carnal animal past / To find a new dimension in the worn out universe / Constant development through constant struggle Ours were the hands that threw the rocks / And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more / ’cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds / And it’s our duty and power and will - to kill A time to stand up, a time to kill / Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead Jew |
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5. | Power and Will II | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
When everything else fails / With to way to turn back / Facing the wall of own humanity / Find another use for Nietzsche’s hammer / Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with Tear the walls with bare hands / Final stages of inhumanity / The blessing and the curse of ability to think / ... to devour the beast One step ahead / To be the one with the depths / To fulfill the prophecies / To be the steel hand of revenge That breaks the eternal cycles / That crushes the idols of gods / That tears the serpent’s tail out of its mouth / The bringer of light - light of the new order |
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6. | Power and Will III | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
It scratches my skin from below / It itches my veins from the inside / Again and again These are the serpents that crawl through my veins / Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul / A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent / The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws Ascension / Ascension / Thorns grow out from scars A pulsating hive inside my head / Release the beasts in streams of blood / To build myself upon disadvantages / Strengthen through own suffering The holy spirit devoured and tainted / Flames over the heads of the cursed / A new dawn of triumph is coming / An age of selfcreation / Selfdestruction |
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7. | Power and Will IV | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Razors swepting slow / Across the skinfields / Dried blood, cold steel / Selfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh The sun shines upon me so bright / That I almost miss its glance / Still the rays from within the wounds / Dead and cold, disturbing / Of the dead crawling up / Of the mind that has gone beyond Piles of parchment / Stained with blood / A seed for black flames / And suffocating fumes Inhale the breath of Satan / Let it spread with blood / Reach cells of necrophosis / Start the growth process / Light shines throughout the skin / Let it out / Let it out |
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38:50 |
Exercises in Futility
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Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
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1. | Exercises in Futility I | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
The great truth is there isn’t one And it only gets worse since that conclusion The irony of being an extension to nothing And the force of inertia is now a vital factor And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow I envy the maggots Their stuff at least sticks together Better than laudations of misinformed seers And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with It’s like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs And I don’t even remember which brink is which The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence Shining pearl of Augeas’ crown pales in comparison And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still It’s the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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2. | Exercises in Futility II | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It’s one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there’s amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever |
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3. | Exercises in Futility III | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
We hold an honorary degree in natural science For stratigraphy of rock bottom The layers were aplenty, as above, so below But mostly below The research is vast, thorough and firsthand And it’s a broad array of sources For the complete guide to spiritual asshole of the world A tour in words, sounds and pictures Of the true south of nadir Through burial grounds for broken dreams and crippled souls The graves are shallow We would dig them up with our bare hands Just to rise above for a split second And see them basked in the light of a dead sun Beneath the sky of shit And then take notes Meticulously We would consume deathbed confessions Create a language of fading words For this night is without end We would compute dynamics of grief And logic of venom, and we would listen As history is written on cold skin of prophets With vulture claws soaked in rat saliva For this night is without end |
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4. | Exercises in Futility IV | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it’s pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don’t bother digging up the graves It’s rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam |
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5. | Exercises in Futility V | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Blessed be the tailors The masks are cut to fit Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn’t need any outside source For these ones come from within And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms Hollow |
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6. | Exercises in Futility VI | 08:49 | Show lyrics |
As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose. As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose at dice with fate. At least have some dignity. As if it wasn’t a lifetime spent on connecting the dots, there was no pattern. As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism and we could actually laugh for a change. As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance and we could actually feel something. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if everything was to be made right one day, dreams don’t come true for people like us. As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts and their fingers are itchy. As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom and slept calmly among the wastes. And then, we see bright and clear. As if we would be someone else, while mindlessly wandering through the mountains. As if we would be someone better, spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility... |
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42:12 |
Exercises in Futility
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exercises in Futility I | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
The great truth is there isn’t one And it only gets worse since that conclusion The irony of being an extension to nothing And the force of inertia is now a vital factor And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow I envy the maggots Their stuff at least sticks together Better than laudations of misinformed seers And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with It’s like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs And I don’t even remember which brink is which The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence Shining pearl of Augeas’ crown pales in comparison And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still It’s the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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2. | Exercises in Futility II | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It’s one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there’s amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever |
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3. | Exercises in Futility III | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
We hold an honorary degree in natural science For stratigraphy of rock bottom The layers were aplenty, as above, so below But mostly below The research is vast, thorough and firsthand And it’s a broad array of sources For the complete guide to spiritual asshole of the world A tour in words, sounds and pictures Of the true south of nadir Through burial grounds for broken dreams and crippled souls The graves are shallow We would dig them up with our bare hands Just to rise above for a split second And see them basked in the light of a dead sun Beneath the sky of shit And then take notes Meticulously We would consume deathbed confessions Create a language of fading words For this night is without end We would compute dynamics of grief And logic of venom, and we would listen As history is written on cold skin of prophets With vulture claws soaked in rat saliva For this night is without end |
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4. | Exercises in Futility IV | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it’s pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don’t bother digging up the graves It’s rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam |
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5. | Exercises in Futility V | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Blessed be the tailors The masks are cut to fit Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn’t need any outside source For these ones come from within And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms Hollow |
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6. | Exercises in Futility VI | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose. As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose at dice with fate. At least have some dignity. As if it wasn’t a lifetime spent on connecting the dots, there was no pattern. As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism and we could actually laugh for a change. As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance and we could actually feel something. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if everything was to be made right one day, dreams don’t come true for people like us. As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts and their fingers are itchy. As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom and slept calmly among the wastes. And then, we see bright and clear. As if we would be someone else, while mindlessly wandering through the mountains. As if we would be someone better, spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility... |
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42:11 |
Exercises in Futility
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Exercises in Futility I | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
The great truth is there isn’t one And it only gets worse since that conclusion The irony of being an extension to nothing And the force of inertia is now a vital factor And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow I envy the maggots Their stuff at least sticks together Better than laudations of misinformed seers And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with It’s like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs And I don’t even remember which brink is which The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence Shining pearl of Augeas’ crown pales in comparison And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still It’s the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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2. | Exercises in Futility II | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It’s one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there’s amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever |
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3. | Exercises in Futility III | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
We hold an honorary degree in natural science For stratigraphy of rock bottom The layers were aplenty, as above, so below But mostly below The research is vast, thorough and firsthand And it’s a broad array of sources For the complete guide to spiritual asshole of the world A tour in words, sounds and pictures Of the true south of nadir Through burial grounds for broken dreams and crippled souls The graves are shallow We would dig them up with our bare hands Just to rise above for a split second And see them basked in the light of a dead sun Beneath the sky of shit And then take notes Meticulously We would consume deathbed confessions Create a language of fading words For this night is without end We would compute dynamics of grief And logic of venom, and we would listen As history is written on cold skin of prophets With vulture claws soaked in rat saliva For this night is without end |
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Side B | |||
4. | Exercises in Futility IV | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it’s pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don’t bother digging up the graves It’s rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam |
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5. | Exercises in Futility V | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Blessed be the tailors The masks are cut to fit Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn’t need any outside source For these ones come from within And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms Hollow |
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6. | Exercises in Futility VI | 08:49 | Show lyrics |
As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose. As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose at dice with fate. At least have some dignity. As if it wasn’t a lifetime spent on connecting the dots, there was no pattern. As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism and we could actually laugh for a change. As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance and we could actually feel something. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if everything was to be made right one day, dreams don’t come true for people like us. As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts and their fingers are itchy. As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom and slept calmly among the wastes. And then, we see bright and clear. As if we would be someone else, while mindlessly wandering through the mountains. As if we would be someone better, spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility... |
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42:12 |
Exercises in Futility
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Exercises in Futility I | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
The great truth is there isn’t one And it only gets worse since that conclusion The irony of being an extension to nothing And the force of inertia is now a vital factor And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow I envy the maggots Their stuff at least sticks together Better than laudations of misinformed seers And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with It’s like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs And I don’t even remember which brink is which The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence Shining pearl of Augeas’ crown pales in comparison And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still It’s the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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2. | Exercises in Futility II | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It’s one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there’s amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever |
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3. | Exercises in Futility III | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
We hold an honorary degree in natural science For stratigraphy of rock bottom The layers were aplenty, as above, so below But mostly below The research is vast, thorough and firsthand And it’s a broad array of sources For the complete guide to spiritual asshole of the world A tour in words, sounds and pictures Of the true south of nadir Through burial grounds for broken dreams and crippled souls The graves are shallow We would dig them up with our bare hands Just to rise above for a split second And see them basked in the light of a dead sun Beneath the sky of shit And then take notes Meticulously We would consume deathbed confessions Create a language of fading words For this night is without end We would compute dynamics of grief And logic of venom, and we would listen As history is written on cold skin of prophets With vulture claws soaked in rat saliva For this night is without end |
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Side B | |||
4. | Exercises in Futility IV | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it’s pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don’t bother digging up the graves It’s rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam |
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5. | Exercises in Futility V | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Blessed be the tailors The masks are cut to fit Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn’t need any outside source For these ones come from within And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms Hollow |
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6. | Exercises in Futility VI | 08:49 | Show lyrics |
As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose. As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose at dice with fate. At least have some dignity. As if it wasn’t a lifetime spent on connecting the dots, there was no pattern. As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism and we could actually laugh for a change. As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance and we could actually feel something. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if everything was to be made right one day, dreams don’t come true for people like us. As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts and their fingers are itchy. As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom and slept calmly among the wastes. And then, we see bright and clear. As if we would be someone else, while mindlessly wandering through the mountains. As if we would be someone better, spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility... |
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42:12 |
Exercises in Futility
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Exercises in Futility I | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
The great truth is there isn’t one And it only gets worse since that conclusion The irony of being an extension to nothing And the force of inertia is now a vital factor And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow I envy the maggots Their stuff at least sticks together Better than laudations of misinformed seers And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with It’s like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs And I don’t even remember which brink is which The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence Shining pearl of Augeas’ crown pales in comparison And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still It’s the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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2. | Exercises in Futility II | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It’s one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there’s amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever |
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3. | Exercises in Futility III | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
We hold an honorary degree in natural science For stratigraphy of rock bottom The layers were aplenty, as above, so below But mostly below The research is vast, thorough and firsthand And it’s a broad array of sources For the complete guide to spiritual asshole of the world A tour in words, sounds and pictures Of the true south of nadir Through burial grounds for broken dreams and crippled souls The graves are shallow We would dig them up with our bare hands Just to rise above for a split second And see them basked in the light of a dead sun Beneath the sky of shit And then take notes Meticulously We would consume deathbed confessions Create a language of fading words For this night is without end We would compute dynamics of grief And logic of venom, and we would listen As history is written on cold skin of prophets With vulture claws soaked in rat saliva For this night is without end |
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Side B | |||
4. | Exercises in Futility IV | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it’s pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don’t bother digging up the graves It’s rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam |
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5. | Exercises in Futility V | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Blessed be the tailors The masks are cut to fit Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn’t need any outside source For these ones come from within And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms Hollow |
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6. | Exercises in Futility VI | 08:49 | Show lyrics |
As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose. As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose at dice with fate. At least have some dignity. As if it wasn’t a lifetime spent on connecting the dots, there was no pattern. As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism and we could actually laugh for a change. As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance and we could actually feel something. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if everything was to be made right one day, dreams don’t come true for people like us. As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts and their fingers are itchy. As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom and slept calmly among the wastes. And then, we see bright and clear. As if we would be someone else, while mindlessly wandering through the mountains. As if we would be someone better, spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility... |
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42:12 |
Exercises in Futility
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Darkside | Drums |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Exercises in Futility I | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
The great truth is there isn’t one And it only gets worse since that conclusion The irony of being an extension to nothing And the force of inertia is now a vital factor And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow I envy the maggots Their stuff at least sticks together Better than laudations of misinformed seers And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with It’s like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs And I don’t even remember which brink is which The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence Shining pearl of Augeas’ crown pales in comparison And there is despair underneath each and every action Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness Burning bridges becomes a habit to support And the front line expands like there’s no tomorrow The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still It’s the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others |
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2. | Exercises in Futility II | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It’s one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there’s amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever |
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3. | Exercises in Futility III | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
We hold an honorary degree in natural science For stratigraphy of rock bottom The layers were aplenty, as above, so below But mostly below The research is vast, thorough and firsthand And it’s a broad array of sources For the complete guide to spiritual asshole of the world A tour in words, sounds and pictures Of the true south of nadir Through burial grounds for broken dreams and crippled souls The graves are shallow We would dig them up with our bare hands Just to rise above for a split second And see them basked in the light of a dead sun Beneath the sky of shit And then take notes Meticulously We would consume deathbed confessions Create a language of fading words For this night is without end We would compute dynamics of grief And logic of venom, and we would listen As history is written on cold skin of prophets With vulture claws soaked in rat saliva For this night is without end |
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Side B | |||
4. | Exercises in Futility IV | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Some are born without a purpose Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways Most of the time it’s pathetic, quick and useless And good neighbours don’t bother digging up the graves It’s rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns And the storm is rolling The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius Every empire Every nation Every tribe Thought it would end In a bit more decent way Every prophet Every ruler Every seer Will chew on this ruin And repeat ad nauseam |
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5. | Exercises in Futility V | 08:15 | Show lyrics |
Blessed be the tailors The masks are cut to fit Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn’t need any outside source For these ones come from within And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms Hollow |
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6. | Exercises in Futility VI | 08:49 | Show lyrics |
As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose. As if you didn’t know how it feels to lose at dice with fate. At least have some dignity. As if it wasn’t a lifetime spent on connecting the dots, there was no pattern. As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism and we could actually laugh for a change. As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance and we could actually feel something. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if everything was to be made right one day, dreams don’t come true for people like us. As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts and their fingers are itchy. As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom and slept calmly among the wastes. And then, we see bright and clear. As if we would be someone else, while mindlessly wandering through the mountains. As if we would be someone better, spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet. Self crucified - missed the right tree. Tore the wrong eye out. The hissing of hellfire. Self crucified - missed the right tree. For this I’ve gained a victory. I burn as I ought to. As if all this was something more than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere, another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility... |
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42:12 |
Age of Excuse
Members | |
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Band members | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
E.V.T. | Teeth gnashing (track 1) |
The Fall | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mentalporn | Design (icons) |
Zbigniew Bielak | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Age of Excuse I | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
A species had been armed with a double edged blade A guardless weapon of delusion Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence In the tangled mechanisms of life itself As the curtain is being unraveled The ego writhes in a spasm of insight Delighted gods grunt like pigs At the mere notion of a raison d’etre From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres A meaningless uproar Sublime truths are revealed In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots And there’s wisdom to be found In the shameful epitaphs of cowards From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres From the grounds of Comitium To the cellars of Tuol Sleng From the spores of presence And a swarm of pest Unto the ironies of being Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition Those who peruse the annals of humanity Demanding patterns, connections, developments: Were there any to be found? And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart? The wonders The misery The ascent The emptiness Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition |
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2. | Age of Excuse II | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The stench of Zeitgeist Is the incense of discarded shrines As the corpses put on powder and rouge So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards A cheaped out incarnation into a shopworn sarx The soul congeals into a grimy lump - Substance of the world, dreary and pale At the feet of a spirit detached Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels A sacrifice to the gutter gods Squandered redemption, misplaced grace As an ailing mole burrowing in Eden Living breathing downfall Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels It’s a land of sun gone down In comical grandeur A sluggish danse macabre Hyenas waltzing about Would a new flood please finally come A real rain and an assortment of plagues And when all is said and done Even the Devil won’t care enough to spit in the mud |
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3. | Age of Excuse III | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Out of howling of prophets And curses of the righteous In the ivory halls A new kind of champion is bred Herostrates for the modern day High on good conscience A noblest of sufferers On disinformation highway At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Those finaglers of justice Expert wrights in deceit Carvers of the crooked timber And their finely tuned farce Proclaiming anger and rage Under the mortal threat it thrives At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" And the last of misbelievers Will be trampled in the greatest of marches Toward the radiant future Where sheep are promised fangs And only after the graves are filled With remains of dissidents And the frame of reference is torched Together with forbidden thoughts Then, and only then The disciple is relieved The true believer has overcome the evils Of engineering of dissent At the bottom of things it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" Ersatz purpose Ersatz alliance Ersatz ideals Ersatz communion |
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4. | Age of Excuse IV | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
Ground zero of transgression: Whether ironic distance is true subversion As it is carved in the structure Of the system being opposed Therefore the language of the scourge Should be instilled in further discourse The language of strife and hunger In a state of relentless panic Henceforth the struggle takes form Of an absolute order, a total institution The clandestine laws of the night Should be exposed in broad daylight Mocked by many - known by the few The arsonists of perpetual aporia Acknowledge the presence of a sinister side That reaches far and wide beneath the surface Acknowledge that there are aspects of self Only to be revealed in burning, blinding hatred The blades shall be sharpened Upon gravestones of "kind" hearted The measures shall be chosen For maximum impact upon illusion of safety The ordnance which will tear Into the heart of daydream Shall become the testament Of the hopeless quest of prelest prophets Acknowledge healthy confusion, the dirt behind the reverie Unearth madness and probe into the absurd Deconstruct with no promise of a restore pattern And become free through the truth of the prelest prophets |
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5. | Age of Excuse V | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
The gruesome caravan is crawling in circles Around pillars of cold grey light Pale horse is there, but the rider’s away on business And the lion went roaring somewhere else It’s a begging time for dissolution The commodity of ultimate silence on public display The living dead stare at the gaping void Waiting for the blade to finally come down Not just yet There’s still innards to be ripped out And hanged between the sacred trees Bones to be broken, eyes to be plucked For the amusement of a drooling god Born again in a tidal wave of filth Amidst chants of suffocating angels An offering to a ravenous idol That’ll take more pleasure in puking it out Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end A bargain pilgrimage to the heart of darkness The stay got extended quite a good bit View is always the same: sorrow upon sorrow And the orchestra keeps playing same song on repeat A canticle arranged for gnashing of teeth Howling of hearts and cracking of spines And there’s a hundred eager razors Underneath the conductor’s suit Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end In this rotten excuse for a world At the bottom of the dustbin of history Let’s just try and pretend That our corpses still have some class The cold light The gaping void The final silence At the fingertips The cold light The gaping void The broken cycle Not just yet |
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6. | Age of Excuse VI | 09:06 | Show lyrics |
Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn’t even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud In this day and age The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent In this day and age Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who’d rig moral compass rather than bridges Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves |
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42:24 |
Age of Excuse
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Fall | Vocals (backing) |
E.V.T. | Teeth gnashing (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Zbigniew Bielak | Cover art |
Mentalporn | Design (icons) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Age of Excuse I | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
A species had been armed with a double edged blade A guardless weapon of delusion Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence In the tangled mechanisms of life itself As the curtain is being unraveled The ego writhes in a spasm of insight Delighted gods grunt like pigs At the mere notion of a raison d’etre From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres A meaningless uproar Sublime truths are revealed In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots And there’s wisdom to be found In the shameful epitaphs of cowards From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres From the grounds of Comitium To the cellars of Tuol Sleng From the spores of presence And a swarm of pest Unto the ironies of being Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition Those who peruse the annals of humanity Demanding patterns, connections, developments: Were there any to be found? And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart? The wonders The misery The ascent The emptiness Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition |
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2. | Age of Excuse II | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The stench of Zeitgeist Is the incense of discarded shrines As the corpses put on powder and rouge So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards A cheaped out incarnation into a shopworn sarx The soul congeals into a grimy lump - Substance of the world, dreary and pale At the feet of a spirit detached Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels A sacrifice to the gutter gods Squandered redemption, misplaced grace As an ailing mole burrowing in Eden Living breathing downfall Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels It’s a land of sun gone down In comical grandeur A sluggish danse macabre Hyenas waltzing about Would a new flood please finally come A real rain and an assortment of plagues And when all is said and done Even the Devil won’t care enough to spit in the mud |
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3. | Age of Excuse III | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Out of howling of prophets And curses of the righteous In the ivory halls A new kind of champion is bred Herostrates for the modern day High on good conscience A noblest of sufferers On disinformation highway At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Those finaglers of justice Expert wrights in deceit Carvers of the crooked timber And their finely tuned farce Proclaiming anger and rage Under the mortal threat it thrives At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" And the last of misbelievers Will be trampled in the greatest of marches Toward the radiant future Where sheep are promised fangs And only after the graves are filled With remains of dissidents And the frame of reference is torched Together with forbidden thoughts Then, and only then The disciple is relieved The true believer has overcome the evils Of engineering of dissent At the bottom of things it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" Ersatz purpose Ersatz alliance Ersatz ideals Ersatz communion |
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4. | Age of Excuse IV | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
Ground zero of transgression: Whether ironic distance is true subversion As it is carved in the structure Of the system being opposed Therefore the language of the scourge Should be instilled in further discourse The language of strife and hunger In a state of relentless panic Henceforth the struggle takes form Of an absolute order, a total institution The clandestine laws of the night Should be exposed in broad daylight Mocked by many - known by the few The arsonists of perpetual aporia Acknowledge the presence of a sinister side That reaches far and wide beneath the surface Acknowledge that there are aspects of self Only to be revealed in burning, blinding hatred The blades shall be sharpened Upon gravestones of "kind" hearted The measures shall be chosen For maximum impact upon illusion of safety The ordnance which will tear Into the heart of daydream Shall become the testament Of the hopeless quest of prelest prophets Acknowledge healthy confusion, the dirt behind the reverie Unearth madness and probe into the absurd Deconstruct with no promise of a restore pattern And become free through the truth of the prelest prophets |
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5. | Age of Excuse V | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
The gruesome caravan is crawling in circles Around pillars of cold grey light Pale horse is there, but the rider’s away on business And the lion went roaring somewhere else It’s a begging time for dissolution The commodity of ultimate silence on public display The living dead stare at the gaping void Waiting for the blade to finally come down Not just yet There’s still innards to be ripped out And hanged between the sacred trees Bones to be broken, eyes to be plucked For the amusement of a drooling god Born again in a tidal wave of filth Amidst chants of suffocating angels An offering to a ravenous idol That’ll take more pleasure in puking it out Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end A bargain pilgrimage to the heart of darkness The stay got extended quite a good bit View is always the same: sorrow upon sorrow And the orchestra keeps playing same song on repeat A canticle arranged for gnashing of teeth Howling of hearts and cracking of spines And there’s a hundred eager razors Underneath the conductor’s suit Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end In this rotten excuse for a world At the bottom of the dustbin of history Let’s just try and pretend That our corpses still have some class The cold light The gaping void The final silence At the fingertips The cold light The gaping void The broken cycle Not just yet |
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6. | Age of Excuse VI | 09:06 | Show lyrics |
Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn’t even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud In this day and age The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent In this day and age Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who’d rig moral compass rather than bridges Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves |
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Age of Excuse
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M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Fall | Vocals (backing) |
E.V.T. | Teeth gnashing (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Zbigniew Bielak | Cover art |
Mentalporn | Design (icons) |
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Side A | |||
1. | Age of Excuse I | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
A species had been armed with a double edged blade A guardless weapon of delusion Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence In the tangled mechanisms of life itself As the curtain is being unraveled The ego writhes in a spasm of insight Delighted gods grunt like pigs At the mere notion of a raison d’etre From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres A meaningless uproar Sublime truths are revealed In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots And there’s wisdom to be found In the shameful epitaphs of cowards From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres From the grounds of Comitium To the cellars of Tuol Sleng From the spores of presence And a swarm of pest Unto the ironies of being Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition Those who peruse the annals of humanity Demanding patterns, connections, developments: Were there any to be found? And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart? The wonders The misery The ascent The emptiness Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition |
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2. | Age of Excuse II | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The stench of Zeitgeist Is the incense of discarded shrines As the corpses put on powder and rouge So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards A cheaped out incarnation into a shopworn sarx The soul congeals into a grimy lump - Substance of the world, dreary and pale At the feet of a spirit detached Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels A sacrifice to the gutter gods Squandered redemption, misplaced grace As an ailing mole burrowing in Eden Living breathing downfall Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels It’s a land of sun gone down In comical grandeur A sluggish danse macabre Hyenas waltzing about Would a new flood please finally come A real rain and an assortment of plagues And when all is said and done Even the Devil won’t care enough to spit in the mud |
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3. | Age of Excuse III | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Out of howling of prophets And curses of the righteous In the ivory halls A new kind of champion is bred Herostrates for the modern day High on good conscience A noblest of sufferers On disinformation highway At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Those finaglers of justice Expert wrights in deceit Carvers of the crooked timber And their finely tuned farce Proclaiming anger and rage Under the mortal threat it thrives At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" And the last of misbelievers Will be trampled in the greatest of marches Toward the radiant future Where sheep are promised fangs And only after the graves are filled With remains of dissidents And the frame of reference is torched Together with forbidden thoughts Then, and only then The disciple is relieved The true believer has overcome the evils Of engineering of dissent At the bottom of things it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" Ersatz purpose Ersatz alliance Ersatz ideals Ersatz communion |
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4. | Age of Excuse IV | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
Ground zero of transgression: Whether ironic distance is true subversion As it is carved in the structure Of the system being opposed Therefore the language of the scourge Should be instilled in further discourse The language of strife and hunger In a state of relentless panic Henceforth the struggle takes form Of an absolute order, a total institution The clandestine laws of the night Should be exposed in broad daylight Mocked by many - known by the few The arsonists of perpetual aporia Acknowledge the presence of a sinister side That reaches far and wide beneath the surface Acknowledge that there are aspects of self Only to be revealed in burning, blinding hatred The blades shall be sharpened Upon gravestones of "kind" hearted The measures shall be chosen For maximum impact upon illusion of safety The ordnance which will tear Into the heart of daydream Shall become the testament Of the hopeless quest of prelest prophets Acknowledge healthy confusion, the dirt behind the reverie Unearth madness and probe into the absurd Deconstruct with no promise of a restore pattern And become free through the truth of the prelest prophets |
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5. | Age of Excuse V | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
The gruesome caravan is crawling in circles Around pillars of cold grey light Pale horse is there, but the rider’s away on business And the lion went roaring somewhere else It’s a begging time for dissolution The commodity of ultimate silence on public display The living dead stare at the gaping void Waiting for the blade to finally come down Not just yet There’s still innards to be ripped out And hanged between the sacred trees Bones to be broken, eyes to be plucked For the amusement of a drooling god Born again in a tidal wave of filth Amidst chants of suffocating angels An offering to a ravenous idol That’ll take more pleasure in puking it out Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end A bargain pilgrimage to the heart of darkness The stay got extended quite a good bit View is always the same: sorrow upon sorrow And the orchestra keeps playing same song on repeat A canticle arranged for gnashing of teeth Howling of hearts and cracking of spines And there’s a hundred eager razors Underneath the conductor’s suit Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end In this rotten excuse for a world At the bottom of the dustbin of history Let’s just try and pretend That our corpses still have some class The cold light The gaping void The final silence At the fingertips The cold light The gaping void The broken cycle Not just yet |
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6. | Age of Excuse VI | 09:06 | Show lyrics |
Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn’t even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud In this day and age The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent In this day and age Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who’d rig moral compass rather than bridges Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves |
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Age of Excuse
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
M. | Vocals, Guitars, Bass |
Darkside | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Fall | Vocals (backing) |
E.V.T. | Teeth gnashing (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Zbigniew Bielak | Cover art |
Mentalporn | Design (icons) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Age of Excuse I | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
A species had been armed with a double edged blade A guardless weapon of delusion Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence In the tangled mechanisms of life itself As the curtain is being unraveled The ego writhes in a spasm of insight Delighted gods grunt like pigs At the mere notion of a raison d’etre From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres A meaningless uproar Sublime truths are revealed In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots And there’s wisdom to be found In the shameful epitaphs of cowards From the gardens of Semiramis To the trenches of Ypres From the grounds of Comitium To the cellars of Tuol Sleng From the spores of presence And a swarm of pest Unto the ironies of being Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition Those who peruse the annals of humanity Demanding patterns, connections, developments: Were there any to be found? And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart? The wonders The misery The ascent The emptiness Falling hopes whip the ground Among laments of sunken millennia There are no paths to follow But a nightmare of endless repetition |
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2. | Age of Excuse II | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
The stench of Zeitgeist Is the incense of discarded shrines As the corpses put on powder and rouge So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards A cheaped out incarnation into a shopworn sarx The soul congeals into a grimy lump - Substance of the world, dreary and pale At the feet of a spirit detached Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels A sacrifice to the gutter gods Squandered redemption, misplaced grace As an ailing mole burrowing in Eden Living breathing downfall Between the grinder and the abattoir Such are the landscapes of grief Grayness and glitz Glitter and gehinnom Between tedium and fright Such is the song of the nether world The hissing of rats And the jarring chants of angels It’s a land of sun gone down In comical grandeur A sluggish danse macabre Hyenas waltzing about Would a new flood please finally come A real rain and an assortment of plagues And when all is said and done Even the Devil won’t care enough to spit in the mud |
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3. | Age of Excuse III | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Out of howling of prophets And curses of the righteous In the ivory halls A new kind of champion is bred Herostrates for the modern day High on good conscience A noblest of sufferers On disinformation highway At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Those finaglers of justice Expert wrights in deceit Carvers of the crooked timber And their finely tuned farce Proclaiming anger and rage Under the mortal threat it thrives At the end of the day it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" And the last of misbelievers Will be trampled in the greatest of marches Toward the radiant future Where sheep are promised fangs And only after the graves are filled With remains of dissidents And the frame of reference is torched Together with forbidden thoughts Then, and only then The disciple is relieved The true believer has overcome the evils Of engineering of dissent At the bottom of things it’s the same old script: Do you believe in victory or do you hail defeat Ersatz revolt Ersatz rebellion For a new world would come Every once in a while "Purer", "brighter", "clearer", "better" Ersatz purpose Ersatz alliance Ersatz ideals Ersatz communion |
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Side B | |||
4. | Age of Excuse IV | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
Ground zero of transgression: Whether ironic distance is true subversion As it is carved in the structure Of the system being opposed Therefore the language of the scourge Should be instilled in further discourse The language of strife and hunger In a state of relentless panic Henceforth the struggle takes form Of an absolute order, a total institution The clandestine laws of the night Should be exposed in broad daylight Mocked by many - known by the few The arsonists of perpetual aporia Acknowledge the presence of a sinister side That reaches far and wide beneath the surface Acknowledge that there are aspects of self Only to be revealed in burning, blinding hatred The blades shall be sharpened Upon gravestones of "kind" hearted The measures shall be chosen For maximum impact upon illusion of safety The ordnance which will tear Into the heart of daydream Shall become the testament Of the hopeless quest of prelest prophets Acknowledge healthy confusion, the dirt behind the reverie Unearth madness and probe into the absurd Deconstruct with no promise of a restore pattern And become free through the truth of the prelest prophets |
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5. | Age of Excuse V | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
The gruesome caravan is crawling in circles Around pillars of cold grey light Pale horse is there, but the rider’s away on business And the lion went roaring somewhere else It’s a begging time for dissolution The commodity of ultimate silence on public display The living dead stare at the gaping void Waiting for the blade to finally come down Not just yet There’s still innards to be ripped out And hanged between the sacred trees Bones to be broken, eyes to be plucked For the amusement of a drooling god Born again in a tidal wave of filth Amidst chants of suffocating angels An offering to a ravenous idol That’ll take more pleasure in puking it out Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end A bargain pilgrimage to the heart of darkness The stay got extended quite a good bit View is always the same: sorrow upon sorrow And the orchestra keeps playing same song on repeat A canticle arranged for gnashing of teeth Howling of hearts and cracking of spines And there’s a hundred eager razors Underneath the conductor’s suit Gnawed and spat out Still good enough for lowbrow vultures Torn and led astray Fed scraps of hope until the banal end In this rotten excuse for a world At the bottom of the dustbin of history Let’s just try and pretend That our corpses still have some class The cold light The gaping void The final silence At the fingertips The cold light The gaping void The broken cycle Not just yet |
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6. | Age of Excuse VI | 09:06 | Show lyrics |
Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn’t even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud In this day and age The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent In this day and age Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who’d rig moral compass rather than bridges Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves |
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