LOADING DATA
Deathspell Omega
Members | |
---|---|
Current | |
Khaos | Bass (1998-present) |
Member(bands): Barbatos (live) | |
Hasjarl | Guitars (1998-present) |
Member(bands): Hirilorn | |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals (2002-present) |
Member(bands): Clandestine Blaze, Creamface, D.O.M., Fleshpress, Stabat Mater, Warloghe (live), A.M., Alchemy of the 20th Century, Clinic of Torture, Grunt, Nihilist Commando, Pain Nail, Vapaudenristi, Ride for Revenge (live), Irritate (live), Morbid Savouring, Dorchester Library, Nicole 12, Noise Waste, Statewankers | |
Past | |
Yohann | Drums (1998-1999) |
Member(bands): Hirilorn, Mutilhate, GiftOfFury, Naylis, WalnutGrove | |
Shaxul | Vocals (1998-2002) |
Member(bands): Annthennath, Ayyur, Contamination, Manzer, Shaxul, Barbatos (live), Arphaxat, Hirilorn, The Last Oath, Surrender of Divinity (live) |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
---|---|---|---|---|
1 | Disciples of the Ultimate Void | Demo | 1999 | Show album |
2 | Sob a lua do bode / Demoniac Vengeance | Split | 2000 | Show album |
3 | Infernal Battles | Full-length | 2000 | Show album |
4 | Clandestine Blaze / Deathspell Omega | Split | 2001 | Show album |
5 | Mütiilation / Deathspell Omega | Split | 2002 | Show album |
6 | Inquisitors of Satan | Full-length | 2002 | Show album |
7 | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | Full-length | 2004 | Show album |
8 | From the Entrails to the Dirt | Split | 2005 | Show album |
9 | Kénôse | EP | 2005 | Show album |
10 | Crushing the Holy Trinity | Split | 2005 | Show album |
11 | Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum | Full-length | 2007 | Show album |
12 | Manifestations 2000-2001 | Compilation | 2008 | Show album |
13 | Manifestations 2002 | Compilation | 2008 | Show album |
14 | Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum: Chaining the Katechon | EP | 2008 | Show album |
15 | Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum | Split | 2008 | Show album |
16 | Mass Grave Aesthetics | EP | 2008 | Show album |
17 | Picture Disc Box | Boxed set | 2009 | Show album |
18 | Paracletus | Full-length | 2010 | Show album |
19 | Diabolus Absconditus | EP | 2011 | Show album |
20 | Diabolus Absconditus / Mass Grave Aesthetics | Compilation | 2011 | Show album |
21 | Drought | EP | 2012 | Show album |
22 | Picture Disc Box | Boxed set | 2012 | Show album |
23 | The Synarchy of Molten Bones | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
24 | The Furnaces of Palingenesia | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
Disciples of the Ultimate Void
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Yohann | Drums |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Single-sided | |||
1. | Raping Human Dignity | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Raping human dignity Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead. My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice… Pleasure… to see the blood flow… I lick the liquid of life… Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes… I masturbate on your dignity, You’re a human being, you deserve to die. Don’t try to escape, Satan is here for you, Utter evilness you get to feel… What a joy, your last moments of life : a bloody nightmare. Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Torture… Rape… Blasphemy. Life is a gift of god, but feeble it is… Death’s reign is my prophecy, I bring pain and suffering, I mock your wishes and sweet dreams, Torture you to death is my aim… Eradicate life for mere pleasure!!! |
|||
2. | The Ancient Presence Revealed | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
The Ancient Presence Revealed Born a fullmoon night, In the middle of moutains cold… Wolves feasting on your mother’s remains, She died in pain, you laughed out loud. Beasts and a black wizard Teached you forbidden things. You learned to spill the blood And to enjoy its unholy taste. No love you became, For love is weak, And as the demon child You gained strength through hate. Once, a woman of incredible beauty Fell in love and thought She could awake human feelings In the ice cold void that is your heart. You raped her, and let your wardogs Bite her cunt to blood. Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. The last traces of humanity gone, You studied the arcanes of black magic, Increased cruelty and will, And we all knew The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
|||
3. | Knowledge of the Ultimate Void | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
Knowledge of the Ultimate Void Walking afraid in dust Among memories, among ruins, Feeling the cursed moment has come… Soon, the ancient veils shall fall And reveal the forgotten truth. An old crypt, bones and skulls lying around, Traces of useless life, of god’s defeat… An evil presence, utter hate, Freeze the blood, still warm of fading life. Deadly silence, but many visions… Thus spoke the truth. Bow in front of Satan’s might. All that was done, but an illusion. Life was doomed before it appeared For nothing is real, but the everlasting void. Finally, you were right, Spilling blood and spreading fear… Now you die, but as well know You were of Satan’s kind. |
|||
4. | Death’s Reign (Human Futility) | 04:19 | Show lyrics |
Death’s reign (Human futility) A vaste void, darker than black And colder than Satan’s Wrath… A long path behind, full of hate, Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. Feared by many, respected by few, The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. Suddenly, light and warmth… Is it an illusion? No… "Who dares to cross my path?" A feeble creature yet so strong Stands on the way to Hell. Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, But doubts arise… An attack by treachery! He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. The future strikes hard in silence. Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? Doubts kill him many times Yet he can not die, for he is Satan’s child. He stands up with Darkness’ help, marked by defeat. A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
|||
18:33 |
Sob a lua do bode / Demoniac Vengeance
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
2000 | End All Life Productions | EAL 017 / SOMBRE LP 006 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2010 (Unofficial) | Blackmass Records | BMR001 | CD |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Moonblood | |
Gaamalzagoth | Vocals |
Occulta Mors | All instruments |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gaamalzagoth | Cover concept |
Kris Verwimp | Cover art |
Shaxul | Layout |
Igor M. Zimmermann | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Moonblood - Forgotten Spells in the Forests Nocturnal | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
Eyes of infernal beauty stare Deep from ancient forests nocturnal Behind the shadows of your fear they lurk Dwelling under a spell eternal Bony claws stretches it out of the mist Begging for their salvation Imprisoned to dwell under a forgotten spell In the realm of evil’s adoration Necromancers united aeons ago Their magic powers to enchant the place This forest was possessed by the night’s spell For all times and for every race And every mortal who stepped at this soil Was catched by forces infernal To end his life in eternity In forgotten spells in forests nocturnal I feel the looks from their hidden places The crueltiest pain I felt ever I know that the night’s spell imprisoned me And I will rest here forever |
|||
2. | Moonblood - A Silent Dream of Impurity | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
His eyes look so soft and clear And white are his clothes A creature, chosen to dwell above the clouds Imprisoned in a garden of holyness A sleeping angel Malicious thoughts aren’t welcome here And a white spell of peace reigns over it But a might insidious and dark Is willing to desecrate the holy ban With a black magic it’s creating a dark shadow And this shadow, full of evil, is trembling beyond the holy garden Slowly it’s entering the aura of the sleeping holy one And he awakes, coz of a morbid feeling He did never felt such a power Did never felt such a lust A wall of darkness is surrounding him And the softness in his eyes is lost He’s entering the traitorous shadow again And still more malice replaces his faith The truth did kiss his blinded mind Now he knows that there is a might, stronger than heaven And his eyes are turning black |
|||
3. | Moonblood - Bells of Apocalypse | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
A frost-pregnant night is broken on And twelve times beat the bell The hour of the Antichrist is coming And the moon sets free its spell Cold and frosty winds are blowing And out of the earth beating infernal flames Burning all scum of humanity Burning all the Christian shame And like a warhorde we’re running through the flames Killing all, merciless and fast Death and destruction is the new law We’re on the way to the forgotten past And under the veil of destruction We hail the apocalypse And with a powerful beating they’re singing The bells of apocalypse And the coldness in our hearts is unbearable And the bells of destruction ring Under the spel of hate we’re marching Under the bells of apocalypse |
|||
4. | Moonblood - I Hail the Night | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
I see the dark clouds Which are ruling this night of doom Roaming slowly through the dark And I see the birds of night Their cries are painful Their wings are beautiful black and large And I see the moon with its cold eyes And I see the stars in their pride And I send my hails out into the darkness Send my hails to the night And a lustful feeling satisfies my soul Dark thoughts roaming through my mind Thoughts of destruction, thoughts of perversion Can never the answer find The light is my enemy In lustful ecstasy I hail the other side I hail the night And my ways goes through the forest of lost souls Through the forest of nocturnal hate And I lost my soul in these diabolical areas And the path is darkened by a shade I never want to reach the heaven Never want to serve the side of light My life was dedicated to the power of the moon And my thoughts are filled with the unholy might I’ve reached my goal, found my place Here I wanna die Among these trees should be my grave Here I wanny lie |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Deathspell Omega - Follow the Dark Path | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my enemies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The Satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
6. | Deathspell Omega - Morbid Rituals | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Tonight there’s a new procession. Worshippers of the beast walk silently towards another church to take another life. Our aim is to desecrate this weak creation that is mankind. One by one, we kill these creatures full of disgusting goodness, to increase the evil within ourselves. Last time we slayed an old priest, and now we have a new borned child. He will be baptized again but with his own blood... We light some candles and prepare the altar... The ritual has begun. We shout demonic spells, the little larva cries, as we brandish a knife. Blood runs from the altar and falls on the ground. The warm entrails are hung on their cross. In cursed chalices we drink to the reign of Satan. Pentagrams are drawn on the wall of the house of god. The bestial sacrifice is over. We are the masters of terror, the shadows that will destroy your peaceful world. Under the pale moonlight, tomorrow we’ll strike again. Our cruelty has no boundaries. Just wait for your turn. |
|||
7. | Deathspell Omega - Yells from the Abyss | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, A kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, But he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, Full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, Like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, And throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, And in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
46:40 |
Infernal Battles
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
June 20th, 2000 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-008 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2003 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-008 | CD | |
2010 | End All Life Productions | EAL062 | CD | Reissue, Slipcase |
November 21st, 2014 | End All Life Productions | EAL062 | 12" vinyl | Reissue |
December 2nd, 2015 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Yohann | Drums (track 5-8) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | The Victory of Impurity | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Since the creation of the holy doctrines, Each fragment of life wants to be saved from Death. Some have rebelled against peace To accomplish new prophecies that will bring chaos. Guided by Satan’s hands and mind, There is a void instead of their eyes. Orgies and massacres show no escape. Evil is the ultimate vermin. Victims are drowned in their own blood - The most insane rapes give way to necrophilia. As torture is like a lethal sculpture. Real masters don’t need slaves for they need them dead. Their quest is violent but sublime. When a soul is cursed, it is for eternity. Sometimes they also suffer. As sons of the devil, it makes them stronger. Impiety will be enthroned. As mankind shall be soiled entirely. Some messiahs died on a cross, Now everyone is rotting away. Believe in the mighty pentagram Or perish in pain to feed the Beasts. Here is the victory of impurity. |
|||
2. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:22 | Show lyrics |
In the deepest pits of Hell. I torment souls endlessly. Shapeless demons are all kings, But there’s only one real ruler here. I am his faithful disciple, Possessing humans to bring them under. I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. The poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy. Burn! We are the poison of the Earth. The whore Mary was sodomized. Her bastard son will rot forever. We laugh at the fairy tale that is God. Inverted crosses Are struck into their heart. Our Lord Satan Delivers us from good. He slashes his veins To give us his essence. To my kind it’s power, To the weak it’s venom. We drink the devil’s blood To win the anti-life war, I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. Their poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy... Burn all that is holy! Forever we will dwell Inside each living cell, Destroying the sacred, Creating the nothingness. My cause is supreme And inexorable. Drink the Devil’s blood! |
|||
3. | Extinction of the Weak | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Arise from the cursed abyss, Our mission has been given by the Fallen Angel. We are demons in human flesh, Born to desecrate God’s creatures until total extinction. While the holy ones kneel down and forgive, We believe in powers of hate and annihilation. Our thirst for giving a painful death Won’t be revieved before the end of this earthly aim. The elite immortal. We incarnate what they call intolerance, We live for the sins they forbid, None can threaten our race, None can defy the almighty laws of Satan... The will of Satan. The souls of the weak ones won’t be judged For they are destined to be slaughtered. Mercy is abstract to the strong in mind, The metal of our swords is concrete for the enemy. Death is the epedemic we spread. Acts of brutality humiliate all goodness. The final war was easy to win. Life was a mistake and now it belongs to the past. Extinction of the weak... |
|||
4. | Sacrilegious Terror | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. Fear can be seen On their tearful faces. Followers of God Will meet their doom. Our only justice Is the sword. Our only sentence Is death. Vultures follow us To finish the work. Terror is spread To begin the Armageddon... Innocent men Are at burned at the stake. Their wives are raped Upon their dead children. We sing out loud Great incantations To summon the Forces of Hell. Humans implore A mercy we ingnore. We desecrate Their childish religions. No soul can be saved From the endless torment. Obscurity prevails. When the gates are finally open, It will be the sign of the end, The coming of Satan, The rebel and triumphant one. Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Raping Human Dignity | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Raping human dignity Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead. My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice… Pleasure… to see the blood flow… I lick the liquid of life… Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes… I masturbate on your dignity, You’re a human being, you deserve to die. Don’t try to escape, Satan is here for you, Utter evilness you get to feel… What a joy, your last moments of life : a bloody nightmare. Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Torture… Rape… Blasphemy. Life is a gift of god, but feeble it is… Death’s reign is my prophecy, I bring pain and suffering, I mock your wishes and sweet dreams, Torture you to death is my aim… Eradicate life for mere pleasure!!! |
|||
6. | The Ancient Presence Revealed | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
The Ancient Presence Revealed Born a fullmoon night, In the middle of moutains cold… Wolves feasting on your mother’s remains, She died in pain, you laughed out loud. Beasts and a black wizard Teached you forbidden things. You learned to spill the blood And to enjoy its unholy taste. No love you became, For love is weak, And as the demon child You gained strength through hate. Once, a woman of incredible beauty Fell in love and thought She could awake human feelings In the ice cold void that is your heart. You raped her, and let your wardogs Bite her cunt to blood. Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. The last traces of humanity gone, You studied the arcanes of black magic, Increased cruelty and will, And we all knew The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
|||
7. | Knowledge of the Ultimate Void | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Knowledge of the Ultimate Void Walking afraid in dust Among memories, among ruins, Feeling the cursed moment has come… Soon, the ancient veils shall fall And reveal the forgotten truth. An old crypt, bones and skulls lying around, Traces of useless life, of god’s defeat… An evil presence, utter hate, Freeze the blood, still warm of fading life. Deadly silence, but many visions… Thus spoke the truth. Bow in front of Satan’s might. All that was done, but an illusion. Life was doomed before it appeared For nothing is real, but the everlasting void. Finally, you were right, Spilling blood and spreading fear… Now you die, but as well know You were of Satan’s kind. |
|||
8. | Death’s Reign (Human Futility) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Death’s reign (Human futility) A vaste void, darker than black And colder than Satan’s Wrath… A long path behind, full of hate, Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. Feared by many, respected by few, The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. Suddenly, light and warmth… Is it an illusion? No… "Who dares to cross my path?" A feeble creature yet so strong Stands on the way to Hell. Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, But doubts arise… An attack by treachery! He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. The future strikes hard in silence. Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? Doubts kill him many times Yet he can not die, for he is Satan’s child. He stands up with Darkness’ help, marked by defeat. A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
|||
38:48 |
Clandestine Blaze / Deathspell Omega
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
2001 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-011 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2003 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-011 | CD | |
2007 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-011 | CD | Repress |
Members | |
---|---|
Clandestine Blaze | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Clandestine Blaze - Will to Kill | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Thoughts are obsessing the mind Like the haunting demons They never let you Drown in Damnation of common man Thoughts of homicide Plans for murder Everywhere I go Comes inspiration to kill Will for this awaken by surroundings The miserable mankind Thoughts possessing in silence Strategies for mass-extermination Will to kill Will to eliminate the man Satisfaction from ending life Of someone you hate Someone you deeply despite And look down in disgust |
|||
2. | Clandestine Blaze - Blasphemous Lust | 02:42 | Show lyrics |
Grotesque, bizarre, blasphemous lust Possessed by perversion Following the bizarre instinct To holy places, sanctuaries of weak Baptizing them in the name of perversion Blasphemous lust of anti-creation Seed of wasted life Desecrating the holy purity |
|||
3. | Clandestine Blaze - Raping the Innocent | 03:20 | Show lyrics |
Birth of innocence Continuation of life Curse of breeding Sickness of pro-creation Soft flesh stretching Force tearing it to pieces Innocent blood fuck Raping the innocent No more human breeding Lifeless meat fucked to pieces The end of human life Raping the innocent to death |
|||
4. | Clandestine Blaze - Genocide Operation | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
Destroyed, humiliated, killed still while alive Skeletal bodies, eyes full of emptiness Stench of death floating over moist soil Where creatures dig graves for themselves You lead to the death and creatures will follow Will and power of mind exists no more Cut their wrists and command to lie in grave And their own do the rest Buried bodies, piled corpses Burned filthy flesh Charred remains of the children Mutilated corpses of women Crushed bodies of men Altogether, like garbage Just like they are, Just like they are… Lead them to death and they will follow You command and they submit No glory, no victory, nothing. Genocide operation, wiping out the worthless. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Deathspell Omega - Bestial Orgies | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In forgotten crypts and chapels, our diabolical feasts are arranged. On the dirty ground we paint the sign, the great symbol of evilness. The Devil takes delight in orgies, we take pleasure till death. The soul of the victim must be pure to humiliate it with carnal vices, then it rots in Hell forever. Debauchery is an art in which there is no law, except to satisfy Satan, the Lord of all blasphemies. Agonizing and dead human beings lie down in sperm and blood. An intense fornication and unbearable tortures rape your flesh and mind until you ask for your death. Remember the whore called Mary, her vagina was soiled by the King of depravity, He took her virginity. Innocence and holiness disappear as we copulate. Now it’s time to sacrifice and the screams are getting louder. The final sodomy is done with long silver knives. The humans are dead but now they suffer in the Underworld. | |||
6. | Deathspell Omega - The Suicide Curse | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Many spells and rituals exist to create curses but there is one for mankind’s obliteration. Life is slowly fading as we sacrifice ourselves. The vermin prevalence must come to an end. Every year one of us must die. Our dark souls are a gift to Satan. Tonight it’s my turn to commit suicide but I’ll bring thousands of humans with me. Generations of satanic hordes passed away for this cause, breeding a catastrophe, or a genocide and other massacres. No one knows this curse. When it is complete, the planet will burst. When my soul comes before the Gates, my King will make me become a Demon. Invisible for everyone, I’ll spread an utter terror and kill as much as I can. I will be the breath of Hell, a small and short piece of the awaited Armageddon. I’ll come back to my dimension waiting for the next step of the malediction. And inside the church, fire surrounds me, yet I stay silent. An immeasurable feeling of hate and destruction is transcending my spirit. Now my trip begins, now I am unleashed, now you have to die. | |||
7. | Deathspell Omega - Seal of Perversion | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
It is engraved on our flesh, the almighty sign of evil. The symbol of extreme beliefs, the seal of perversion. We need the weak human race to give them pain and death. All that is called a sin have always been within ourselves. Decadence and sadism will be our fate but yours too. We’re the sick bastards of Satan, the guardian of this knowledge. He showed us everything from lust to cruelty. It is a real orgasm when we torture people. Death is always a delight, we’re addicted to your agony. Vomiting on your cross and all other humanist emblems, kneel down before the satanic wrath, suffer in this world and beyond. Call your pagan or holy deities to amuse ourselves before the carnage. Our sign is the pentagram, the mark of the superior race ; we don’t choose victims because of their skin for we will burn it anyway... Hatred is boundless, always trying something new, creating inhuman savagery, a morbid game for this shame called life. Corpses are piled up, rotten flesh all over the ground, an intoxicating smell, essential for the invocations. We are possessed by a madness that makes us so vicious and depraved. By water, air, fire and earth, and by Satan, let the chaos begin. | |||
42:57 |
Mütiilation / Deathspell Omega
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
2002 | End All Life Productions | EAL 025 | 10" vinyl | Limited edition |
2002 (Unofficial) | Independent | CD | CD-R, Limited edition, Reissue |
Members | |
---|---|
Mütiilation | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drum programming |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Mütiilation - Beyond the Decay of Time and Flies | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Deathspell Omega - Insanity Supreme | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
3. | Deathspell Omega - For Fire and Void Become One | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
21:35 |
Inquisitors of Satan
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
May 22nd, 2002 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-017 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2003 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-017 | CD | |
2003 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-017 | CD | |
July 30th, 2010 | End All Life Productions | EAL063 | CD | Reissue, Slipcase |
November 2014 | End All Life Productions | EAL063 | 12" vinyl | Reissue |
December 2nd, 2015 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | From Unknown Lands of Desolation | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
1. From Unknown Lands of Desolation ----------------------------------- Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely Noone believes in us We came from realms of Hell No eyes can see us We’re not made of flesh and blood In times past we reigned everywhere One day life emerged from the chaos We still dominate but this error must end The void shall swallow the decease Slowly but surely Changing from a dimention to another.. of being possession Out of the nihilistic kingdom to spread destruction An unseen invasion to conquer the spiled land...till total extinxion The human claim to rule their world They don’t even understand the meaning of death A black hole is eating each soul The ultimate desolation will supress life and prevail again Then there won’t be mistakes anymore The apotheosis of Satan approaches He who is inside of us |
|||
2. | Torture and Death | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
2. Torture and Death -------------------- I am the Evil in every form The demon you abandon yourself to. Hungry for a hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am your suicide I am the rope that strangles you I am the razor slashing your wrists I am the bullet going through your head I am the poison in your blood I am the wicked in every man, Delighted every at every morbid death For many years my name has been Decease I am the dictator, the tormentor you die for I am the executioner I am the hammer and the nails I am the gas that you breathe I am the fire consuming the flesh I am the axe that beheads No one will survive me Humanity is doomed under my reign The last breath of eternity Resistance is vain The child beater, the women raper, I’m the one that orders and command you The one that curses and destroys you For the final goal of Evil I am your master I am the very quintessence of Evil The Supreme Evil in the name of Devil I am you suicide, executioner I am your master...Satanas! |
|||
3. | Desecration Master | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
3. Desecration Master --------------------- Death is coming fast She’s my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I’m insane But I don’t want to be cured Relentessly I’m the desecration master In search of the ultra violence Addicted to the taste of blood Hunting prey certainly Relentessly I need to see and fell humans suffering Eyes full of fear imploring my mercy No need to use weapons that kill too fast I use my own hands to touch the petrified skin It’s almost possible to watch the light of life, Vanishing and turning into a fancus orgasm Ususally using rape for female creatures I ejaculate inside the dead body But my satisfaction quickly disappear Until the next time I dream of massacre Satan will guide me forever The sacret face of god will be traked down |
|||
4. | Lethal Baptism | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
4. Lethal Baptism ----------------- Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body, Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur And it cries with despair and supplicates As it dissolves its sweet flesh See, Satan...Lethal Baptism for all children! Hopes for future generation disappear As the acid of our hate devours The last germs of their life Bools of bloodmixed acid on the ground, Another soulripped out of it’s spell Primeval innocence offered to supreme Lord See, incarnation of all Vices See, lethal Shadow Life-corupting Abomination And cause of total Degeneration... Lethal Baptism! Lethal Baptism! |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Succubus of All Vices | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
5. Succubus of all vices ------------------------ Born of the void as a female human, Sha was full of innocence and weakness (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Her own face soon betrayed her It was time for demoniac vengeance (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Then came her suicide to rejoin Satan, Her Father that teached her how to Fight the plague (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Now she is the mistress of sin Debauching the humans one by one They try hard to reset temptation Sometimes try praiyng gods (symbols of their feebleness) Her hatred is almighty and ubiquitous Always striking with a sweet brutality Victims are always chosen at random The race she once belonged to shall perish (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She spawned sins and blasphemies Incest, sodomy, rape,...her depraved mind created them all (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) The mistical whore will penetrate everybody Purity is scorned even if mankind keeps their dying faith (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She vermins that the vermin has stopped growing At kind of majestic infarificide (?) Men and womenkilling each other In the name of an invisible force Her spirit is a vagina which procreated the Evil Our Father Satan gave ger an immortal name Lilith. |
|||
6. | Inquisitors of Satan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
6. Inquisitors of Satan ------------------------ No place to hide, its time to suffer After the tracking come the tortures You’ll worship the Devil before you piss away Tremble at the thought of this unholy revenge The legions will catch each normal human being Why do they ask for weak values like mercy or tolerance? The answer to their miserable life is a painful death We will give you agony, you will give us pleasure Every form of religion shall be erased Disgusting weaklings must scream and cry (Scream and cry...) Let us show who’re strong in mind You’ll realize no one can help you (No one can help you...) It hurts atrociously you hope you’ll join the Heaven soon But your agony was so sweet compared with what comes next (Hell comes next...) Powerless belies are crushed in a storm of hate Your faith is changed to follow demoniac ways (Demoniac ways...) Bodies are tied to instruments of torture Demons are now eating the pitiful spirits that were inside (Inquisitors of Satan...) |
|||
7. | Decadence | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
7. Decadence ---------------- Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate forbidden practices, bearers of immortality Fell fascination for intense debauchery As a father rapes his daughter and son As women spread legs for goats and dogs Smash down the mortals of Christ Indulgein perverted practices, praise sins! Fill your body with the quintessence of Perversion! Nothing is vile enough, nothing too extreme, For beyond the limits of that which is grotesque Torture and pleasure, sperm comes with death See the face of Jesus so sad The sun of god cries for his legacy with tears of cum! Flout innocence!Spit on virtue! Their will is broken by humilation Burning crusifix penetrating virgin vaginas Scream of ecstasy! See the triumph of our Lord! As they all embrace Angel of Decadence! |
|||
38:10 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
February 2004 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 005 | CD | |
February 2004 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 005 | 2 12" vinyls | |
November 14th, 2006 | The Ajna Offensive | FLAME36 | CD | |
2012 | Season of Mist | SOM 731 | CD | |
February 2014 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 005 | 2 12" vinyls | Repress |
2015 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 005 | 2 12" vinyls | Repress |
Unknown | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital | ||
Unknown | The Ajna Offensive | FLAME 36 | CD | Repress |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
7. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
8. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
9. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
10. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
11. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
12. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
13. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
01:17:39 |
From the Entrails to the Dirt
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
2005 | End All Life Productions | EAL 038 / EAL 039 / EAL 040 | 3 vinyls | Limited edition |
December 2005 | End All Life Productions | EAL 043 | CD | Digipak |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Mütiilation | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals, All instruments |
Antaeus | |
LSK (R.I.P. 2013) | Bass |
ZvN | Drums |
Servus | Guitars |
MkM | Vocals |
Set | Guitars |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Malicious Secrets | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals |
X Daemon | Bass, Guitars, Vocals (backing), Lyrics |
Mallory Julia | Drums |
TND | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Drakh | Lyrics (Antaeus) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Meyhna’ch | Recording |
Ludovic Tournier | Recording, (Drums), Mastering |
Meyhna’ch | Recording, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Disc 1 (7") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Malicious Secrets - Part I: Interior Crack Psycho Angel Bitch | 06:08 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Antaeus - Gates to the Outside | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Gates to the Outside (lyrics by Drakh) Once when Mastery returned to reside In Prince Death’s darkly curtained halls, Canst thou remember the glorious night? Didst thou not answer Him as He calleth? Dancing in line, all His acolytes and priests, The One above all, dread Grand Archgod of Prey Hath been conjured to rise in their midnight speeches So together we walked Walked that nethermost path, one that leadeth to the outside Behynde where monuments of vanished days layeth wayste Through the gateway of shadows, where resistance is in vain, To take Him home... Ruler fixes His stare so blind, Painfull to the eye and mynde, Conquering the worlds in flight, Plague and Madness to Mankind... The Gate to the Outside was open too long x IV |
|||
09:08 | |||
Disc 2 (10") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Malicious Secrets - Part II: Rejection and Raising Perdition Blaze | 06:26 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Mütiilation - My Way (Frank Sinatra cover) | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I’ll say it clear; I’ll state my case of which I’m certain. I’ve lived a life that’s full - I’ve travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets? I’ve had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way. I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried, I’ve had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that, And may I say, not in a shy way - Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way. For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way. Yes, it was my way. |
|||
3. | Mütiilation - Tears of a Melancholic Vampire | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
A cold night with terrifying shadows Buried by centuries of oblivion Horrible, ancient and dark Death winds surround me Dwelling in this forgotten grave In these endless torments Beyond the mysteries of mankind Frightening and grimly real Draped in torn dusty rags I awake from the earth Deathly cold Deathly pale Night Evil Blood is mine Searching for blood across the night My soul has died some years ago From the dust covered tombstone The funeral yells of the Eternal Eternal is the essence of evil Immortal is now my cold corpse Through the funeral mist I wander Far from the feeble mortal I walk in the mist as an inhuman creature The fog of death surrounds my corpse Night hides a so beautiful realm ignored from humans Night breeds the abomination of sin as real as death And by the light of the moon shine my dead eyes Hear the call of a melancholic vampire far, so far And in my coffin Missing human blood in my throat Through eternities of sorrow I keep on hating Dwelling through the tombs Above the humans Beyond any time Cold, forgotten and alone By some cold rainy night You can see A gaunt face covered with tears Deathly cold Deathly pale |
|||
17:30 | |||
Disc 3 (12") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Malicious Secrets - Part III: Send Me to Hell Day of Wine and Thorns | 07:32 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Deathspell Omega - Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:43 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself??? Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
27:15 |
Kénôse
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
May 8th, 2005 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 008 | CD | Digipak |
2005 | The Ajna Offensive | FLAME24 | 12" vinyl | |
2005 | The Ajna Offensive | FLAME24 | CD | Digipak |
2005 | The Ajna Offensive | FLAME 24 | CD | Digipak, Repress |
August 16th, 2018 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED008LP | 12" vinyl | |
Unknown | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital |
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | I | 15:45 | Show lyrics |
« Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality. » Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ’s abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? Obedience to the point of death, falling down through increasing Pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. « And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. » Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendour. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the exinanition of divine attributes the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world. Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? « For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man » In Visceribus... A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD? « In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires... » Art thou working on collective deliverance? Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child... Vacillating faith, thine salvific virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgement. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown. The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: « Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling... » |
|||
2. | II | 11:25 | Show lyrics |
(In abstracto... ... Echange du Vide Ecce lignum Crucis, In quo salus mundi pependit) Therefore, God honors the sword so highly That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then No more man’s hand, but God’s, and it is not man, But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights All these are His work and His judgments... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, Filling the void of purity gone instantly... Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death, An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast, Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament ... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason’s spite, is my pride... War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Execution, Be sacred, agent of divine Providence! Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself Adam’s descent into materiality, May it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, May it be questioned... If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, Perceive the two faces of the Divine And shed the just, divine retribution Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria (Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn bestürmt, Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört... “L’Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène pas seulement dans les cimetières Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer, Et Il dit Lui-même que le feu marche devant Sa Face!”) Microcosm, The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance, A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul... Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned And that this is their only means of Salvation Means of... Salvation! Thesaurus Ecclesiae The memory of a stagnant and somber vale Inhabited by ethereal purity, Violet and blood-red crucifixes, Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation To thine lips, and drink with confidence... Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes? |
|||
3. | III | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, So astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, Each and every second, They defuse each other in such a perfect manner, Equaling the most inscrutable of all Silences Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, Celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude The fruit that is forbidden Holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit Ritualized and Immanent... The pursuit of perversity, is it not but a mask On the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity Or the vilest of everlasting torments ... No man can see Me and live! “Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt” May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia? And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... (Consummatum est “Nous n’avons pas d’autre moyen que la douleur Pour sentir notre proper existence spirituelle et divine; Nous n’en avons pas d’autre pour la fair sentire à nos semblables” “And we have the prophetic word made more sure You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place, Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” - 2 Peter 1:19) |
|||
36:19 |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
July 12th, 2005 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-043 | 3CD | |
July 12th, 2005 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-043 | 3 12" vinyls |
Members | |
---|---|
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 |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
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. |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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! |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
38:10 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
July 16th, 2007 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 012 | CD | Digipak |
July 16th, 2007 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 012 | 12" vinyl | |
July 16th, 2007 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital | ||
July 17th, 2007 | The Ajna Offensive | FLAME 43 / FLAME 043 | CD | Digipak |
2009 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 012 | CD | Digipak, Reissue |
2011 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 012 | CD | Digipak, Reissue |
2012 | Season of Mist | SOM 732 | CD | Digipak |
2013 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 012 | 12" vinyl | Repress |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Manifestations 2000-2001
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
March 20th, 2008 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-055 | CD | |
2010 | End All Life Productions | EAL064 | CD | Reissue, Slipcase |
2014 | End All Life Productions | EAL064 | 12" vinyl | Reissue |
December 1st, 2015 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
---|---|
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals (occasionally also Drums) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Insanity Supreme | 07:39 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
2. | For Fire and Void Become One | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
3. | Follow the Dark Path | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere I’m at war while my enemies live for peace My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path Mature as a whole shall be exterminated I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, Every day and every night I strike like a disease All my way of slaying give me pleasure I rape, I cut, I make them all burn With an insane perversion chaos I spread The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wrath You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes It will take some time but victory is |
|||
4. | Morbid Rituals | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
5. | Yells from the Abyss | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
6. | Black Crushing Sorcery | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my eneies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
43:18 |
Manifestations 2002
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
March 20th, 2008 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-056 | CD | |
February 9th, 2009 | Northern Heritage Records | NH-056 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2010 | End All Life Productions | EAL 065 | CD | Slipcase |
November 21st, 2010 | End All Life Productions | EAL 065 | 12" vinyl | |
December 1st, 2015 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
---|---|
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Tyrants and Slaves | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
Tyrants and slaves Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. We sent everyone to the grave, the weak ones are a pestilence we slay. The slaves of all kind perished in the name of ugliness and perversion. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. God is dead but we continue the genocide to spread the evil plague. We are not Satan’s slaves but his servants, life is infected by our venom. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. |
|||
2. | Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Filled with utter joy I am, as people of Good Will hate each other. Be praised for the lies you spread but also for the truth you reveal. For there lies the core of conflicts, and in conflicts you dwell as in baths of blood. Be praised for you confused them all, The servants of gods that are but one. The seeds of disharmony, Oh Master of Lies, Are seeds of Armageddon indeed, blind as they are. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised for I see your mark in mutilated children, In their eyes the aftermath of horror, they shine of your glory. Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, for the perverted impulses and abyssal perversions you blessed us with. Be praised for the materialistic bonds that enslave us, As in carnal chains and intellectual blindness man is cursed forevermore. Be praised Oh Great Destroyer, As your aura gives us hellish wolves a feast in sperm and violence. Be praised for sights of misery and damnation, From the frail and shivering body of the drug addict To the decay of civilisations and human dreams. Even the cosmos You shall crush with fury and might. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Be praised Oh ultimate God, For it is in You that all will end. |
|||
3. | Monument of Hate | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Monument of Hate I pray, I pray for rains of blood. Omen, His victory supreme. I preach, I preach the sermon of Death. Blaspheme, for zero holiness. I praise, I praise Satan as the Evil God. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. I face, I face the birth of men. So cold is their suffering pain. I spit, I spit on the human race. Sordid, penetrate by demons’ faeces. I end, I end the Creation. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. When the positive disappears and the negative only remains, Where all good is lost and evil prevails. HATE. I kill, I kill the condemned men. I rape, I rape the pregnant women. Sick lust, horny goatwomen bust. All lies originated from the Master of disguise. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. |
|||
4. | Monotonous Ecstasy of Death | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
Monotonous ecstasy of Death Life is fading, bodies are collapsing, Places and times turning black. This slow suffering born Dimmed by the ineluctable lack. Fear - hear the feebles’ cries. Tears - this is the end, all dies. Acts of torture, acts of War, Like a poison, a rabid vision, In multiple distress roars, This hideous sensation... Witness of the forthcoming cessation, See the souls dwelling in Darkness. There lies hate, despair and fear, Human sensations passed away upon this altar. This is the Death of all pleasures, Savouring the final agony. Fanatic acts of submission, In His name, lead them to the final end, Darkness, fatal immersion, A million of lives cursed again... As the masses gathered here, You wondered how true was this life As the Master’s coming here. You did see your death in His eyes When the door was closed, You understood the reality of this room. When the poison seeped through your nose Fell the doom and gloom, The truth revealed itself in the end. Absence of pain but still dying, This is... The monotonous ecstasy of Death. As the eyes became blind, body’s paralysed, Consciousness was what remained When the fear was at its high. Heart, keeper of life, beat in vain, This is the raping, the bestial painless killing, No innocence, no guilt, only a sadistic illness, For human beings are condemned to nothing but Death, Humanity’s excrements, bastards of god’s race, As love and pity they are waste. They have all lived the lies But now, in monotonous ecstasy... All dies. |
|||
5. | Forever Cold | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Forever cold Onward to your final journey into life, Fast heartbeats are the result of fear. I have killed all your feelings, Except this intolerable pain. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. A grandiose misery is deforming your face, A face I’ll crush after my most insane laugh. My hate towards your kind, you see it in my eyes, I can’t stand watching you live, you can’t even say your prayers. I don’t hear your cries anymore, It means that you are dead now. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. |
|||
6. | Procreation Epidemic | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Procreation epidemic A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Why these feeble animals persist in cloning themselves again and again? It just means that life as a whole is senseless, thus we worship Death. We open wide the womb of the pregnant females and brandish the dead larvas. The human race is a piece of flesh, no soul inside, only for His servants. A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Bloody useless meat is what is left of them, never to give birth again. Our King in Hell rejoice, proud of His earthly hordes, hailing the triumph of Death. Sexual pleasure is glorified, its fruit being cold sperm, not pitiful infants. To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role. |
|||
7. | Bleeding Them like Swines | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Bleeding them like swines Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. Giving it really hard to a little child, with painful tears you may ask why. Your pure values won’t last more than a while, with a smile we bring you Hell! Little tool, raped and abused, Poor fucking human, just bleeding you like a swine. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines. We’ll smash you to the ground... Humiliation! Watch us, bleeding them like swines! Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines, you sheeps, just bleeding you like swines! |
|||
8. | Alleluia! | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Alleluia! The dagger hit his flesh for the first time, Fire and blood fell above the shaking earth, I saw the third of the monuments of nature be consumed. A putrescent blade of flesh inflicted the second wound. A mountain of flames rose from the ashes of the seas, I saw the third of all animal innocence be trampled down. His throat was lacerated by demon teeth, The third of the wounds this was, And the sun itself came down to bring torment and solar inferno. With soiled fingernails the fourth wound was inflicted. The light of his eyes vanished forevermore, I saw the defeat of light and the destruction of stars, endless night comes. Terrifying it flies, the dragon with seven heads, And words of death it spoke. Woe, Woe, Woe to the men of this earth, Witness His advent. Made of steel was the bar that broke his bones and wreak the fifth of the wounds. The abyss opens and frees the utmost tormentors. Men shall seek refuge in death but not find it. The sixth of the wounds was excruciating impalement, And I saw a third of men be killed by horsemen of abhorrence. An angel hold high a book of triumph and repudiation, then truth faded into lies and love into rape. The last of the wounds of the son was immolation in blasphemous fire. He died as rose the trinity, brandishing its sceptre, the seducer of nations. The seven chalices of wrath and vengeance were His. On the mountain of Megiddo, the tormented earth and defeated heavens surrendered into submission. Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! To the blind his reign is still to come, but fool you not, Damnation awaits every men of this earth. |
|||
40:29 |
Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum: Chaining the Katechon
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
December 8th, 2008 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 021 | CD | Digipak |
December 8th, 2008
(titled "Chaining the Katechon") |
Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital | ||
December 2008 | The Ajna Offensive | FLAME 49 | CD | Digipak |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Chaining the Katechon | 22:12 | Show lyrics |
In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers And stuttering words As mere echoes in the desert Vanish in those lower spheres Where shame is unknown. It is a vain Earth. A vision, final, of deceit. There can be no refuge In this grotesque liquid flowing Where shapes melt into each other Where cause becomes consequence. To err with the insane In hostile immensities How legitimate is the faith into despair ? A bond of hallowed essence between all that pulsates it is the primeval degradation the erosion, the crumbling, the everlasting scission. It is disturbance and anxiety As absolutes, for the world is becoming. Still, a temple stands And a star shines. The slopes slaver pus Towards the skies and the thorn Courts the wound. The sun of dolour shines : They enter in its brilliance Those who are divided With their dazzled mouths, The eerie ray of exile Shall be their guide. Scattered they walk towards The incestuous womb. The fertile womb of two And three and all. The weight of these bodies In the shallow waters Shatters the poise. There is a tear of fire In the sky of the worlds. There is a tear of fire And your tongue of light Caressed by the silent leprosy Of your palate Whispers about the gulch of lies The tranquil occupation of agony The dire liquors of a mass-grave And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss. We went to the trough, Lord. We went bend and convulsed. We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering. You dispensed it and we drank it. We saw your image. The gap of our eyes and mouths is void. We went bent and convulsed. It broke us and dissolved us. Liable for the core of the origins There remains a pulsating debt Radiant in its multiple scissions It stands between the mother And her repudiated child Behind the hand that murders And amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth Is done with equity. Le verdict ne vient pas d’un coup, le processus lui-même se transforme au fur et à mesure en verdict. The task to be achieved, human vocation Is to become intensely mortal Not to shrink back Before the voices coming from the gallows tree A work making increasing sense By its lack of sense In the history of times there is But the truth of bones and dust. Thinly grinded to white powder In the mill of fragmentation You give it to brothers and sisters The remains of the Oath Vague echoes of a day of midnight The advent of that which never was The coming of a man from the grave. Still a temple stands And a star shines. Unceasingly, those who can not be one Exchange their rings In an arched world Exhausted by the division The stale principle of stellar times. A ford alike Between the crimson rivers Carrying along their murky waters Countless extinct cradles. Merely a glance ahead Resonates the wailing of flowers Under such a suffocating heat That men entered into gestation You hold a palimpsest of dolour Once forgotten that the fall Is our fall. That death is no channel Anymore to rejoin the clay of a fractioned God. The act of a free man Connected to the balance of the world Projects itself into the infinite But the fracture Its ontological ballast The dispersion and the overcoming Bring a harvest of increasing conflict A descending spiral of splinters Lacerating the meridians. The temple stands Its walls a prison For the Katechon While the plowshare grates On the crystal hard and vivid tear And blood pours from the furrows While the star shines high No place to cover from Its rotten light Ho- sanna Ho- san- na Ho- san- n- a |
|||
22:12 |
Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
December 8th, 2008 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 021 / EAL 058 | 12" vinyl | |
2015 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 021 / EAL 058 | 12" vinyl | Repress |
Members | |
---|---|
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
S.V.E.S.T. | |
Spica | Vocals |
Darkkarma | All instruments |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Chaining the Katechon | 22:12 | Show lyrics |
In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers And stuttering words As mere echoes in the desert Vanish in those lower spheres Where shame is unknown. It is a vain Earth. A vision, final, of deceit. There can be no refuge In this grotesque liquid flowing Where shapes melt into each other Where cause becomes consequence. To err with the insane In hostile immensities How legitimate is the faith into despair ? A bond of hallowed essence between all that pulsates it is the primeval degradation the erosion, the crumbling, the everlasting scission. It is disturbance and anxiety As absolutes, for the world is becoming. Still, a temple stands And a star shines. The slopes slaver pus Towards the skies and the thorn Courts the wound. The sun of dolour shines : They enter in its brilliance Those who are divided With their dazzled mouths, The eerie ray of exile Shall be their guide. Scattered they walk towards The incestuous womb. The fertile womb of two And three and all. The weight of these bodies In the shallow waters Shatters the poise. There is a tear of fire In the sky of the worlds. There is a tear of fire And your tongue of light Caressed by the silent leprosy Of your palate Whispers about the gulch of lies The tranquil occupation of agony The dire liquors of a mass-grave And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss. We went to the trough, Lord. We went bend and convulsed. We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering. You dispensed it and we drank it. We saw your image. The gap of our eyes and mouths is void. We went bent and convulsed. It broke us and dissolved us. Liable for the core of the origins There remains a pulsating debt Radiant in its multiple scissions It stands between the mother And her repudiated child Behind the hand that murders And amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth Is done with equity. The task to be achieved, human vocation Is to become intensely mortal Not to shrink back Before the voices coming from the gallows tree A work making increasing sense By its lack of sense In the history of times there is But the truth of bones and dust. Thinly grinded to white powder In the mill of fragmentation You give it to brothers and sisters The remains of the Oath Vague echoes of a day of midnight The advent of that which never was The coming of a man from the grave. Still a temple stands And a star shines. Unceasingly, those who can not be one Exchange their rings In an arched world Exhausted by the division The stale principle of stellar times. A ford alike Between the crimson rivers Carrying along their murky waters Countless extinct cradles. Merely a glance ahead Resonates the wailing of flowers Under such a suffocating heat That men entered into gestation You hold a palimpsest of dolour Once forgotten that the fall Is our fall. That death is no channel Anymore to rejoin the clay of a fractioned God. The act of a free man Connected to the balance of the world Projects itself into the infinite But the fracture Its ontological ballast The dispersion and the overcoming Bring a harvest of increasing conflict A descending spiral of splinters Lacerating the meridians. The temple stands Its walls a prison For the Katechon While the plowshare grates On the crystal hard and vivid tear And blood pours from the furrows While the star shines high No place to cover from Its rotten light Ho- sanna Ho- san- na Ho- san- n- a |
|||
Side B | |||
2. | S.V.E.S.T. - Et la lumière fut, comme un coup de scalpel | 10:15 | Show lyrics |
En tout instant précède le probable où tout c’est déjà réalisé. Dissection, division, créationm du Tout le Diable se fait Le grand équarisseur. Déchirant le silence éclate l’œuvre de division; la matière... telle l’explosion de sa colère. Si tout n’est que fluctuations, différenciations, cérémonies des opposés c’est que sa main a opéree. Le Diable est l’interface entre la cause et l’effet. L’interstice des pôles. L’instant fugace d’une œuvre matricielle, touchant au fondement du Tout. L’entropie du Diable est la dynamique universelle qui rythme tout action, il est le pulse du Tout en devenir. Et la lumière fut, comme un coup de scalpel. Une grâce cosmique, aveugle et déchaînée qui n’a de cause qu’elle-même. Orchestre macabre des firmaments abyssaux. Le prisme schizophrène compose et décompose sa disharmonie. Enfant les plus grandes complexités, ton action fleurit des fractales. Le serpent cosmique, trahit sa présence par ondoiements, qui à l’issue de folles distances résonent dans le destin des multitudes en un seul et même fracas. A toi appartient que tout naisse ou cesse, l’essence d’un tout qui ne trouve rythme que dans les débuts et les fins, Le Grand dissociateur, Diabolos! Ton action ne peut être que contemplée, tel un puits de nihilisme. Ceux qui l’observeront de trop près y noieront leur esprit, car de tes créations seule la chair en a assimilé les lois. Substantifique conscience. Cependant le Diable est ma raison. |
|||
3. | S.V.E.S.T. - Le diable est ma raison | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Toi qui joues de Dieu ou de Satan, observe l’errance de l’Homme apeure qui idolatre les idiots et les savants. Sa crainte d’une solitude insupportable, happant tout espoir au sein d’une terreur cosmique, sans age et sans visage, detourne le regard de tes cruelles verites. En dehors de la culpabilite tu es un dieu en exil. Les illumines ne voient en toi que l’instrument de la transcendence de Dieu. Tu es l’architecte du doute, l’unite prismatique du reel. Telle est la mosaique de ton existence. Nulle encre n’a pu couler, nul sang verse, nul mot prononce que par ton action. Une soumission universelle a la diablectique. Faconnant les contours de toute chose, quel dessein schizophrene s’offre a nous? L’illusion pousse a croire en un projet, mais est-ce l’intention? Si les creatures d’insignificance comptent batir a travers le desert, ils n’accomplissent que leur maigre but. Mais ou sera ton temple? Es-tu une force en action mais sans vision, brute et primordiale? La contemplation de tes signes, serait-ce alors notre seul lot? Je ne vois en ton oeuvre aucune raison d’etre a l’Homme si ce n’est de te reveler. L’arrogance de l’homme sera de te preter intentions, alors que ta transcendante action s’indigne deja d’une simple attention. De nos cerveaux sortiront les perversions de l’analyse; l’ignoble Ego qui pousse l’Homme a croire savoir et a savoir croire. |
|||
4. | S.V.E.S.T. - Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Veritas Diaboli manet in aeternum. Diabolis vobiscum et cum spirita tuo. |
|||
45:14 |
Mass Grave Aesthetics
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
December 15th, 2008 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED020 | CD | Digipak |
December 1st, 2015 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital |
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:43 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself - Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
19:43 |
Picture Disc Box
Members | |
---|---|
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Infernal Battles | 38:22 | |
(loading notes...) | |||
2. | Inquisitors of Satan | 38:05 | |
(loading notes...) | |||
3. | Manifestations 2000-2001 | 43:18 | |
(loading notes...) | |||
4. | Manifestations 2002 | 40:29 | |
(loading notes...) | |||
5. | Bestial Orgies, The Suicide Curse, Seal of Perversion | 20:47 | |
(loading notes...) | |||
03:01:01 |
Paracletus
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
November 8th, 2010 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED026 | CD | Digipak |
November 8th, 2010 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED026 | 12" vinyl | |
January 25th, 2011 | Season of Mist | SOM 809 | CD | Digipak |
December 1st, 2015 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital | ||
2017 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED026 | 12" vinyl | Reissue, Repress |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (French) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Epiklesis | 01:42 | Show lyrics |
“…anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come” Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Esprit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abîme, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum |
|||
2. | Wings of Predation | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Twin glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal world could conceal (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les bêlements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il ne soit possible de supposer une seule plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans les impossibles exils où s’accroupit le Consolateur… |
|||
3. | Abscission | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the blazing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Implemini Spiritu Sancto |
|||
4. | Dearth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
La mince clameur de ces êtres iniques et inabsous Pleurant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage ! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Eucharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie ! En vérité, nous sommes les Saints de la pénurie ! |
|||
5. | Phosphene | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously through endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom They bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and loses substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assaillis par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphènes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ |
|||
6. | Epiklesis | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
… écoutez les très étouffé, le très lointain, le très pâle gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum |
|||
7. | Malconfort | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulfill your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? What concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branch! |
|||
8. | Have You Beheld the Fevers? | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the absence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? |
|||
9. | Devouring Famine | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule âme serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions |
|||
10. | Apokatastasis Pantôn | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE… |
|||
42:34 |
Diabolus Absconditus
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
May 2011 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 027 | CD | Digipak |
December 1st, 2015 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Comaworx | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | 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 made 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 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 idea... 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 an 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 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 increase 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 realizing 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 only is sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-hiding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s 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, at all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me. It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped from 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 her 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 her 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 my 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 which we strive With all that 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 has 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 taken away from us at the same time it is given 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... [Credit for tremendous revelation goes, in all humility, to G. Bataille.] |
|||
22:30 |
Diabolus Absconditus / Mass Grave Aesthetics
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
June 3rd, 2011 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED 027 | 12" vinyl | |
June 3rd, 2011 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital |
Members | |
---|---|
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
(“Death is the most terrible thing; And to maintain its works is what requires the greatest strength” – Hegel) Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve made 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 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 idea... 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 an 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 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 increase of god’s hiddenness Descent of the 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 realizing 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 only is sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s 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, at all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped from 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 her 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 her 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 my 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 which we strive With all that 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 has 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 taken away from us at the same time it is given 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 And psychotropic-altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds |
|||
Side B | |||
2. | Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:40 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself??? Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
42:10 |
Drought
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
June 22nd, 2012 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED030 | CD | Digipak |
June 22nd, 2012 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED030 | 12" vinyl | |
June 22nd, 2012 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital | ||
July 3rd, 2012 | Season of Mist | SOM 810 | CD | Digipak |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Salowe Vision | 03:45 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Fiery Serpents | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
...I had a salowe vision wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought ...sand, in an abrasive swirling murk, covered the crackled book of life... A testimony from the dimension of regret. This voice comes from the second right after the disaster when all there is left to say in a distressed whisper is It is too late. The irreparable has been carved in stone and those made accountable for it are you. Standing, shivering in cold dim light waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead like Adam and Eve at the end of time. One may argue that it was flawed since the beginning that the dice were loaded that God had it all within that He is the Source. O heavenly Father! pathogen agent of contamination, harbinger of catastrophe, icon of the impending Fall: but what difference does it make? Altitudines Satanæ - the vertigo of Liberty tipped the scales. A shadow of horror is risen. This will not be redeemed no matter how sincere the genuflection and ardent the confession. |
|||
3. | Scorpions & Drought | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones eroded by nefarious winds, haunted by their barking echoes. Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world which until now renewed itself with every dawn nurtured by holy breath; behold those mountains the rocks of which turn to ghosts and those roots petrified in thirst, vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers, and bury your doubts in a profane grave. The greatest proof of justice and mercy God’s supreme goodness and his loving caress inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust, the black veil at the horizon soon to hush in velvet silence your daughter’s last breath, crowning you the depositary of ten thousand indignities: the eminent king of a world in dismay. Every singularity is filed down by this continuous ochre stream. The only memory and existence those you cherished ever had and ever could have, the memory of the heart, is overcome by the drought of the heart: a desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
4. | Sand | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
A desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
5. | Abrasive Swirling Murk | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
There are places not to be found but to be recognized, they sheltered a fire. The fire wherein the acts of God and the acts of men were to melt and merge making it a a senseless chore to distinguish the human from the divine. God resides in such places and it is where He conspires at the devastation of what took him so long to accomplish. It is where the sentence matured and was declared in joint responsibility. Yet, wasn’t this an act of compassion? Like the shooting in the head of a horse with a broken leg. Your cry of revolt and disbelief - a brief caesura in the slowing heartbeat of the world as if a horrible new pain had been given birth in abomination - surges in vain to face the inexorable, leaving behind but a meager comfort: there is no exemption for the offspring of this withered womb, not even for Chaos itself. Who can reap the meaning of this unstinted negation of centuries and millions before it sinks within the infinite depths of that dun ocean? |
|||
6. | The Crackled Book of Life | 04:20 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
21:00 |
Picture Disc Box
Members | |
---|---|
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice | 36:25 | Hide disc notes |
Side A: 1 - First Prayer 2 - Sola Fide I 3 - Sola Fide II Side B: 1 - Second Prayer 2 - Blessed are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde 3 - Hétoimasia |
|||
2. | Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice | 41:14 | Hide disc notes |
Side C: 1 - Third Prayer 2 - Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice 3 - Odium Nostrum 4 - Jubilate Deo (O Be Joyful in the Lord) Side D: 1 - Carnal Malefactor 2 - Drink the Devil’s Blood 3 - Malign Paradigm |
|||
3. | Kénôse | 36:19 | Hide disc notes |
Side F: 1 - I 2 - II 3 - III |
|||
4. | Diabolus Absconditus / Mass Grave Aesthetics | 42:10 | Hide disc notes |
Side G: 1 - Diabolus Absconditus Side H: 1 - Mass Grave Aesthetics |
|||
5. | Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum | 46:16 | Hide disc notes |
Side I: 1 - Obombration 2 - The Shrine of Mad Laughter 3 - Bread of Bitterness Side J: 1 - The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election 2 - A Chore for the Lost 3 - Obombration |
|||
6. | Paracletus | 42:34 | Hide disc notes |
Side K: 1 - Epiklesis I 2 - Abscission 3 - Wings of Predation 4 - Dearth 5 - Phosphene Side L: 1 - Epiklesis II 2 - Malconfort 3 - Have You Behold the Fevers? 4 - Devouring Famine 5 - Apokatastasis Pantôn |
|||
7. | Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum: Chaining the Katechon / Drought | 43:12 | Hide disc notes |
Side M: 1 - Chaining the Katechon Side N: 1 - Salowe vision 2 - Fiery Serpents 3 - Scorpions and Drought 4 - Sand 5 - Abrasive Swirling Murk 6 - The Cracked Book of Life |
|||
04:48:10 |
The Synarchy of Molten Bones
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
November 8th, 2016 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED041 | CD | Digipak |
November 8th, 2016 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED041 | 12" vinyl | |
November 8th, 2016 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital |
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | The Synarchy of Molten Bones | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
O Father! Iatros! Witness thou anon! Mists above, Exhalations below, I shall forevermore be betwixt all things, preventing communion; shielding off the weakening beams of salvation shining upon the mournful gloom of Earth; a dreadful interval, sly foundation of ruin, and breathe warring winds, racking hail where just this Morn thrice beloved concord was... Hearken this hideous peal as they drink the water of Styx, for all things shall become my prey; the water of Acheron, as they silence fragile weeping with horrent arms; the water of Cocytus, to laugh at the laments of the Holy Dead; yon boiling water of Phlegeton, cataracts of fire alike, and the water of Lethe for what shall remain, even in memories, but a livid seat of ever renewing desolation? Hearken thunder from below, like growling gods who erupt to be released and bare their fangs. A long shudder shakes the world as, rising upon the bleak horizon, swell into lifeless life the Commandments that shall sanctify the reign of the Specter that gnaws upon Man like hounds chew on bones and offal. The Synarchy of Molten Bones shall consist of Men of worth and Men of ill intent in abandoned yet equal numbers, for their insurgent wills harbor the seed of transgression alike. This seed shall bloom with noxious flowers, borne out of the mordant steel of scythes. Justice will die first, to the hammering sound of tears watering the Earth, as aught hope remains to reverse course. |
|||
2. | Famished for Breath | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Thou shalt precipitate History, those days of yonder, and the solemn roots of the human race into the furnace fraught with fire unquenchable. The names of all things thou shalt feed to the undying worm and rejoice at the mumblings of a once potent tongue. The haughty strides of Time thou shalt put to halt and mangle Past and Future with ghastly wounds. While for these deeds thou hast borne universal reproach, laugh at their vain designs, for scarce the sun hath finished his journey, nothing remains but the dread tribunal of an everlasting Present. Forge a bond in glowing iron the manacle Faith with raging Madness, another reeking of nitre, to chain Truth with Fear. Lo and behold, the first of many harvests of corpses is thine! Famished for breath, an angular neck and eyes aghast, the effulgence of Horror in this New World is without peers. Thou shalt celebrate the conception and rise of the New Man, to whom all he eats or drinks is propagated malediction, a Man pregnant with infernal flame, standing on the devastation of all things past. |
|||
3. | Onward Where Most with Ravin I May Meet | 10:12 | Show lyrics |
In secretest conveyance, I say forfeit all tongues to Death as hitherto they maintained the memory of the prime Architect and welcome instead, with yells and hysteria, the language, mockery of the Logos, that tastes bitter ashes alike and mimics exploding hiss. By repetition, incantation and privation of the psyche thou shalt summon words that to the mind are bane and forevermore close your soul to the heavenly stars. You may lament aloud: dawn shall henceforth rise within a suffocating tomb. Among all carnage present and past only one grave matters, hollow and hopelessly out of reach, the Grave of Singularity, over which weeps the Mother of All, saddened unto Death. The further the abasement of Man, the more he thinks of himself as angelic throng, just and saintly! Thou shalt celebrate the unquestionable perfection of this world without end, in which Life faces dissolution, with ceaseless Prayers, degenerate Song and obsequious discipline, for thy flesh is nothing but a receptacle for Law ironclad, ever since thy volition sunk into the deepest of Abysses! Thou shalt accept thy Revelation as your beginning and your end, all other things you are to abjure with spite! What thy Lord commands with repulsive voice tolerates neither addition nor love, nor faith. Only prevenient submission and servitude to the utmost limits of the fearful self! Thou shalt reap lush reward for taking that solemn oath... thy heart shall breed the larvae of plagues and depletion will complement dearth in thy hapless pursuit of a merciful void. See? Thy faith is not void of wonders! O Father! Intros! Witness thou anon! The rotten splendor of what once was thy realm, now shivering at the black threshold of the grave, deprived of the compass of duality, hence wretched and drowning in tenfold confusion. Death, adorned with refined rags, parades endlessly in a mimicry of Life, as innumerable crowds flagellate themselves in delirious adoration. The malformed progeny of Sin and Virtue reeks of such outrage to the Universe that even Titans flee submerged with nausea, lacking the strength to face this crime, which contains all crimes as one! |
|||
4. | Internecine Iatrogenesis | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
And yet, of worse deeds, worse suffering must ensue: The second and final rout culminates with a Silence that bears the acrid burden of all things lost since thou tamest Chaos, and a much heavier burden still, for all things that perished unborn, for none of the New Souls was found worthy to partake and witness. Even the soil turned frigid in a world made torrid by scorching heat. Thou who are the End of All, behold! To whom belong the faces, eyes and knees of the elderly, the women and the children, all that walks and crawls? All belong to you! Nothing more remains. -But heaven! One arrow, anointed in the balm of Internecine Iatrogenesis, shall suffice! Towards the Dawn, towards the south, towards the melancholy west and towards the North I cry: onward where most with ravin I may meet! The firmament sheds scarlet tears, dazzled by this horrendous pyre of a world, A brazen Holocaust, brighter than a hundred suns that slowly consumes God and Man, trembling beside one another, both bemoaning what could have been, what should have been, Yet their accusing voices sing the sound of discord on which I feast with my baneful maw in eternal hunger. |
|||
29:12 |
The Furnaces of Palingenesia
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
---|---|---|---|---|
May 24th, 2019 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED047CD | CD | Digipak |
May 24th, 2019 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | Digital | ||
May 24th, 2019 | Norma Evangelium Diaboli | NED047LP | 12" vinyl |
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Christophe Chavanon | Recording |
Marion | Recording |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Neither Meaning nor Justice | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
This world contains neither meaning nor justice! That is, the world of yore is unintelligible, unless God conceived History as the History of the crimes and misfortunes of the human race. Therefore, the here and now shall be torn down and we will bless this world with meaning and justice. Arranged as they have been in all eternity, Man and the natural order cannot have been made for each other. We shall dissolve Man and mould him into a new shape, as you would mould a malformed limb, into a shape that fits the aforementioned order. We will act as though the principle of our actions were to become, by our will alone, a universal law of nature. We shall bear a world so perfect that its realization will undo us, we shall name it NEDE. This is the promise of our Providence. Hearken now : «Everything is degenerate as it leaves the hands of the Author of nature; everything becomes good in the hands of Man». |
|||
2. | The Fires of Frustration | 04:59 | Show lyrics |
Hear our voices, all of you, Men of resentment; whose stomachs and souls are aflame with the poisonous hatred of impotence; you whom have been wronged again and again; wiping your face clean, day after day, from the spit of those sitting unjustifiably above you. We will grant you freedom from freedom. As thou cometh unto us, we shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation: from your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile, you will regurgitate the quintessence of failure and, in the depths of the night, feel the warmth of equality recovering your shivering body. We will feed the illusion that, by merely mastering some of your base impulses, you can aim for the world - that your failure with common affairs all but guarantees your success with the unattainable and the splendid. Your indisputable competency to direct the fortunes of the many is herewith consecrated. Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of « all or nothing at all » will, of course, yield the latter for you. We shall reassure you of our warm paternal love, tell you with gentle yet virile words that a place exists that was yours of all eternity, that you won’t have to conquer it nor to redeem you worth with strenuous effort. Eventually, we are to arm and turn all of you into the expendable hounds of our Order. We shall base our ladder of dignity on things that are innate, things that require no skill nor exceptional aptitudes, so as to rally the masses of the inept and the interchangeables. We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic. We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise to feed your insatisfaction and turn you into feral dogs. There’s a grave at the other end of this metanoia, a grave large enough for your former and future self. We will dissolve your individuality in the multitude, you will feel free after relinquishing the burden of responsibility; you will feel free while obeying orders and swallowing the chewed leftovers of those ranking above you. We shall answer to your longing to be but one thread of the many which make up a tunic, indistinguishable from the others; so as to conceal your weakness as you cannot bear another minute the ruthless testing that comes with freedom. O hound, feral dog, we shall grant you freedom from freedom, relief from frustration. |
|||
3. | Ad Arma! Ad Arma! | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Your revolt against meaningless suffering will not remain unanswered, we shall give you meaning and answers. We shall inoculate you with revolutionary palingenesia, give you a taste of how today’s mass grave is always sweeter than yesterday’s; your eyes will shine with the ecstasy of the initiated. We shall teach you that the bullet of the slave is not the same as the bullet of the oppressor and you shall bear that conviction high, dispensing blazing light to frail silhouettes wandering around in mazes they cannot break. The bloodshed that is to come shall happen in the name of love. The hand dispensing salvific murder is absolved of responsibility for it is the expression of a common will, the sacrosanct will of the Just. The Just, those righteous few that rose from the catacombs, view the world in manichean terms: there is only the purity of love and the purity of hate, that which lies in between is a mud made of the ashes of yesterday’s humanity and the fetid fluids of compromise. Primum Movens: Nothing from the world of yore deserves to be preserved, every particle is infected and corrupt. The great cleansing shall take as long as necessary, for power exclusively stems from the gun barrel: on a glorious dawn, the odour of tear gas shall replace the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, the dust of crumbling buildings shall darken the horizon and fill your lungs as the sun reaches the zenith, victorious chants will resonate at dusk to the rhythm of cracking necks and the gunfire of mass executions. Behold the glorious beauty of unrestrained, fraternal compassion and love! In the beginning, thou shalt segregate thyself from the impure and live in retreat in the catacombs of today, far away from temptation and deviant thought. Thou shalt nourish an ever increasing outrage, an indignation without end, a fire that feeds on fire: nothing shall be pure enough. Thou shalt relish every form of persecution; in the absence of persecution, thou shalt invent persecutions which will nourish the ever avid fires of frustration, paranoia shall be a most revered companion. Doubt shall be met with death. Hesitation shall be met with death. Critical thought shall be met with death. The gift of mind shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. The gift of body shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. We will empty a barrel in your face so as to erase everything that you were, if you fail. We shall ask you not to climb the small mountain but only the highest and most unattainable peaks, those that lie well beyond the horizon, those that no eyes ever saw. As you will rise above the fractured bones of your fallen brothers and sisters, we shall fill your heart with hope: at the very least, someone will be able to stand upon your own bones. What is the present but a bridge between a glorious past and a glorious future? Those petty things in the here and now, how do they compare to our Holy Dead and our unborn Heroes? Should it come to your death - isn’t it but a token of appreciation, a mere toll on the path to Paradise? The perfectibility of human nature is infinite: we shall therefore nurture infinite dreams with infinite amounts of blood. Failures are therefore successes and mere steps on the triumphant march towards bliss. |
|||
4. | Splinters from Your Mother’s Spine | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
He that loveth father or mother more than us is not worthy of us! We will impose universal and unconditional love, so as to shatter the pillars of the past and let the very idea of family glide into oblivion. We will feed your children and turn your beds into a cold place; there shall be no retreat, no shelter from the great movement of History. We shall uproot you and make you live in hundreds of sprawling Babylons and forget the smell of humus and the ways of yore. Your children will wear necklaces made of splinters from their mother’s spines as they turn on their parents, accused of subversion and weakness. They shall crave for rigid control and overthrow the ruler whose hits are not harsh enough, they shall worship at the altar of their bruises. As the next step in the ladder of our evolution, they come to us unrepentantly and demand to be freed from their ineffectual selves, from the barrenness and anxieties of individual life. They shall be provided with comfort to the point that they’d rather be raked over glowing coals than to ever face their gaping inner voids again. The chief passion, the utmost demand of the frustrated is to belong and there is never too much cementing or binding to satisfy this howling passion. |
|||
5. | Imitatio Dei | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Here is a blessing for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: Your ability to ask the right questions shall be unequalled under this Sun, for you are our Children. Your answers, however, shall be fraught with imperfection, infected by the purulent rot of your vanity. Here is a curse for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: You shall defiantly insist on absolute infallibility. Such hubris will cause pain of a magnitude unseen before, ridiculing all barbarian conquests throughout the ages hitherto. We shall make you so impervious to the world that should all the Angels descend upon you and prove you wrong, you would simply shut your eyes and stop your ears, for they would not deserve to be either seen or heard. Our teachings shall shield you from the world and turn you into an island in dead waters with high cliffs and no coves. The key to our doctrine shall be given only in the heavenly futures, those that lie beyond the boiling shores of struggle. Simple words shall be uttered, then placed in the midst of a tortuous maze, and rendered full of mystery. The System is born, the System provides answers. You shall renounce to sincere understanding so as to gain absolute certainty. You will stand unmoved by the pleas of reason, knowing that within the heart lies the conscience of the Order. Thou shalt become a species that sooner dies than yields aught of that which it hath not yet. We shall breed the brothers and sisters of Erysichthon, cursed with eternal hunger; the self has vanished in full and left behind nothing but a craving, jaws chewing forevermore on mangled pieces of nothing, devoid of nutrients. This breed will feel in league with eternity and its enemies will be plagued with the burden of opposing what seems to be inexorable fate. Our world is stripped of wonder and hesitation for all things are happening according to that which is contained in our Book of Revelations. The road, while slippery with the blood of that which is Other, is straight. We shall make you pray not only for your daily bread but also for your daily illusion, for nothing within the realms of the ordinary, that which once was, can relieve you; only a miracle would. You beg to drink the sweet milk of imposture, moaning like newborn lambs. We will make you unstable, like a chemical radical, deprived of inner balance. Your longing for belonging will become so great as to be insufferable, ending in your total surrender. You shall henceforth fight not with the white gloves of the gentleman, but without sentimentality. |
|||
6. | 1523 | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
How fondly we remember 1523 and the league of the Elect… tiny seeds that turn hundreds into the millions in the blink of an eye, as Man makes outstanding progress. Let’s sing to the memory of the league of the Elect! Let’s sing to seeds of hope and their harvests, they will shatter the core of the earth and make the heavens shiver in horror! | |||
7. | Sacrificial Theopathy | 02:37 | Show lyrics |
We will give you a fierce and very tangible enemy for this shall be the root of our cohesion and strength. We shall maw the innocents like weed for if they are not among the unjust now, their fall is unavoidable. You shall make your ears deaf to their supplications. Murdering them is an act of love towards your kin. Thine enemy shall be one: their distinctiveness thou shalt negate and with rhetoric thou shalt make them one. Simplicity is your virtue and your strength. You will stack accusation after accusation on their shoulders and refrain from no excess: a lie repeated again and again will grow deep roots and blossom into a magnificent monstrosity surviving many a generation. Thou shalt decree that thine enemy comes from shores unknown to the man of virtue, strange lands that breed beings devoid of any redeeming qualities. To relieve the faint of heart of their weakness, we shall strip our adversaries of all humanity: they’re either vermin, rabid dogs, or abstract symbols, a function. They are nothing like us, no bonds can exist, they are an error of History waiting to be corrected. They are dead men walking, they’re already gone, a mere formality. Rejoice, we will build so much joy upon their bones! The farther you will advance in the pool of guilt, crimson with the blood of those you wronged, the more brazen your hatred shall become in the vain hope to silence the echoes of their accusations. Our doctrine shall be the pinnacle of all that is sublime, for by being made of extreme perfection, it will constantly remind you of your failure to be worthy and, in turn, cause deep waves of anguish that you will channel into hatred, directed against more of the innocent. Thou shalt not feel confused when our enemies begin to resemble us, mirroring us, mimicking us, for by doing so they are marching to the beat of the Lost, toward the pits of History. The hostility of thine enemy shall be the yardstick of the sincerity of your conviction: thine enemy can never hate you enough. Should the quintessence of their hatred fill the Mariana Trench, you would still yell for more with a defiant voice. We shall infuse you with the fumes of spirituality so that your violence shall spring of the firm grounds of fanaticism. Eventually, when all of you have melted into One, you will be ready to run the torture chamber. Thou shalt follow our precepts but when in doubt, thou shalt imitate the example of those that are purer than you. Do not think nor innovate but imitate that which has been consecrated. We shall deprive you of any satisfaction being yourself so that the greatest of your desires is to become one of us. To attain this goal you will shrink from no sacrifice and smell with exhilaration the curls of smoke rising from the ashes of that which once was precious to you. |
|||
8. | Standing on the Work of Slaves | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
We know your souls and inner musings intimately. Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains to the glory of that which is to come shall be as familiar to you as the lullabies your mother sang when you were but an infant. Those unwilling to lend an ear will face coercion by the Sword. We shall give you a stage and you shall perform your prescribed heroic roles in front of ancestors, contemporaries and posterity, present even in the sands of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans: the scorching spotlight is on you, how could you possibly walk back from the precipice now?… You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles, at war under the walls of Troy: a godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate. To those begging for mercy at your knees, you shall answer with a blade through the throat, to the defeated you shall show no respect: their bodies will be desecrated. When you fall, we promise you remembrance, immortal glory: kléos áphthiton. After all, what wouldn’t men do, only to escape oblivion… We shall trick you into believing in the idea of progress by replacing outright torture with subtler forms of domination, far more pervasive and efficient: even the Voice from the Whirlwind shall be struck silent by stupor. We shall increase your suffering, for the more you suffer now, the less suffering, we promise, there is to be found in the future. You shall become addicted to suffering as a means to a radiant future. Eventually, commitment to ignorance shall be the first lesson taught to children, as obedience will then come as naturally as night after day. We shall make your thought patterns predictable, for if your behavior is predictable, it marks the death of freedom. We shall nurture indifference, for it is a prerequisite to Great Things that demand the retreat of the Self. Banal bureaucrats pave the way to the riches of an abominable victory whereas Saint-Fond is merely a non-actionable icon. It is our immaculate faith that shall allow us to exercise coercion effectively but also to resist coercion when confronted by the impious. When confronted with facts that would contradict our credo, we shall speak out even louder, invoke our Order with brazen words and march forward with the arrogance of the doubtless. You will be made to deny the dissonance and conflict that is at the heart of the experience of our World. You shall join the chorus of praise that flows from the absolute perfection we have created by the sole power of our will. We shall bleed you white, but you will think that it is an act of unconditional love. As an educational tool, pain has a value nothing can replace. It shall therefore be the cement of our society. We shall build monuments that will last a thousand years upon the wailing of the multitude, upon the labour of the slaves. Everything in this immense, beautiful machine shall be wheels, pulleys and cords. The connections, however, shall seem fortuitous to you. We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet, knowing that blows will avail, we shall keep the dagger near. We are therefore certain to overflow. When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee, when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will then blossom with the ardor of flowers in the midst of spring, place your faith in this promise! |
|||
9. | Renegade Ashes | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Whither the direction, so long as thou guidest us! We shall march and march and the sound of our boots on the asphalt shall fill our hearts and minds entirely. It is only within the collective body that you are whole, outside of it you are incomplete and maimed. Walking over the precipice in communion is easier than to acknowledge yourself as the cripple that you truly are. Disobedience shall be judged a sin worse than murder, unchastity or theft. Obedience is the first law of the Order. Whilst wearing the frightening cloth of the wolf, thou truly art the epitome of submission. Suspicion shall be your companion, for if you conceal blemishes, your comrades must certainly hide blemishes even more severe. Your glance shall always be on your brethren and you shall weigh their worth constantly; which one of them shall be found wanting today? Do not fear to denounce an innocent and have him sentenced, thou shalt only fear to be too lenient with a deviationist. The mouth of the dissenter shall be filled with spiders and his heart cut out and fed to the dogs. Loneliness is a feeling we will relieve you from; from the barren shores of the north to the heart of the empire, thou shalt always feel the scrutiny of the Eyes. Thou shalt smile to the murderer as if he were of your kin but you will give a terrible death to the deviationist - our Words are holy and immutable in all eternity. Our doctrine is the one and only eternal truth. The indifferent shall be given a single chance to convert but the deviationist, he who once was saved and spat in the face of his brothers and sisters, shall be terminated. We will eradicate any shades of grey: we drew a partisan line and you shall stand either on its left or on its right. Everything is legitimate that at any given moment is useful to the Order. The traitors ought to be punished but even those who are indifferent ought to be punished, you have to punish whoever is passive and dares not take sides. Whatever is outside the sovereign body of the Order is an enemy. Our holy duty is not to govern the City, nor the fight to gain power: it is the attainment of perfection on earth, the instauration of an Order so perfect as to last a thousand years and then forevermore. Therefore, anyone turning their backs on this blessed mission renounce their right to life. |
|||
10. | Absolutist Regeneration | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
The only truly malignant evil is hope, we shall therefore fill the hearts of the masses with hope and ever more hope. The unspeakable shall then become a certainty. As a whole, we shall prefer to take a shape that possesses neither depth nor demonic dimension. It can henceforth lay waste the whole world precisely because it spreads on the surface, barely noticed, like a fungus. The smaller and trivial the causes, the greater the magnitude of the consequences. Banality makes for a vague target whereas defiant greatness galvanizes opponents. Our actions shall reveal their rotten cores only after meticulous peeling of layers and layers of benevolence. The mere existence of conflicting opinions means that the Truth has yet to triumph. Diversity is an outrage, freedom of thought will be terminated. Everything is a lie but that which we feed you, believe me. If your thoughts collide with what we say, these thoughts can not be yours. We will rip your mouth open and stuff you with Truth, like a goose. The Truth will blossom in the end, be it over your swollen corpse. The leader, the man whose feet you crave to lick, trembling in awe, shall be the personification of the certitude of the creed and the defiance and grandeur of a power that will purify the world, born to last a thousand years, and whose beloved infant, the new Man, shall be the end of all. While we will pretend that there is but one leader, we will prepare a host of leaders, for every one of them is but one accident in a series. While the road is indeed straight, there is a multiplicity of them. The roar of our flaming masses sounds like the voice of a God unleashed in fury. The face of the mass is as the face of the deep out of which, like God in times you are henceforth forbidden to speak about, we will bring forth a new world. We shall conquer the World at first by mastering and spreading the Word; we shall discredit the powers that are and instil doubt everywhere with flamboyant derision. We shall then fill our ranks with the fanatics, without whom there can be no new dawn, for they are masters of chaos and revel more in rubble than in blooming orchards. Finally, we shall make room for men of action, the dams of entropy, the bearers of the Law; they shall provide infinite supply of opiates to the souls of the restless masses and a sweet lullaby. We will demand you to speak and within yourself shall blossom the potential for demagogy; your mouth shall utter words that flatter the ego, words that will bring your audience into motion by befuddling their minds. The seed to deception is within all of you, waiting for a fertile moment. We shall frame the world so as to make it a giant stage; the feverish gaze of thy contemporaries shall fill your mouth with ardour as you spit out the poison of the Atrax. We will turn this world into a cemetery rather than not regenerate it our own way. We will clean out the marsh at all costs, make a clean slate from the old spectral world. We will cause a collective trauma that will vomit out a magma upon which we could reach for the stars. From the legion of those adrift to the legion of One, from lively chaos to sterile order, from life to death: what a triumph! Year ∞ Our order shall be one banning self-sufficiency, installing an all encompassing dependence sanctioned by constant betrayal; you shall not even be entitled to your own thoughts, submission and misery are internally related. Our natural order is now equal with the highest possible Justice. The naysayers will call the crowning achievement of our system omnipotence gone mad. The System does what it wants, break all the laws including those of reason. It is the beginning and the end, it is the unrestrained exercise of power. Sheer randomness, even for a mere minute, would be a respite. Both knowledge and penance shall be banned, the Liquid of Life flows from only one Source exclusively. The iron bones and diamant-made spines of our world grow from one nutrient exclusively. This intricate maze shall look like bars and cages on the horizon and give you comfort and warmth of heart. The manifold and the unexpected rest in graves made sterile by acrid tears. Good behavior and rewards shall be luminously connected, so that every one of you become masters at instrumentalizing charity within the System. Nothing ought to be disinterested, everything ought to happen according to grades decided by those sitting in the chairs of the floor that scrapes the clouds. We shall preclude the possibility of morality and bury decency to the sound of bawdy songs. Those who nourish the famished shall be left to starve. Those who heal the wounded shall be maimed. Those who console the lamenting souls shall be buried alive, their stomachs filled with ignominious larvae. Rats shall feed on the eyes of those guilty of empathy towards their fellow men. That which is not our credo is not to be. The standpoint of the Order is not the standpoint of men; its wisdom is incomparable; what may seem to be against your interests may be in fact the best means of realizing them; unlike the Order, we cannot judge what is best for the whole. We shall leave sufficient doubt about the Laws - or change them on a whim - so as to breed superstition, therefore turning adults into insecure, foolish children, stuttering panicked words of flattery and idolatry in a vain bid to tip the scales. We shall make sure that the smallest of your dreams is guaranteed to turn into a nightmare so that your thoughts never wander from the here and now. Today we protect, tomorrow we abandon you. Behold the fatal process of human civilization, and let’s raise a glass as the hour of redemption has come. |
|||
11. | You Cannot Even Find the Ruins… | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You cannot even find the ruins of the jewels of yesterday they’re ashes gone memories wiped clean You cannot find any jewels among the ruins of today everything’s stale muffled silence for a thousand years You cannot even find the ruins of your breath Too much love to bear Reborn sterile and dead Whatever is now, is right You cannot even find the ruins… You cannot even find the ruins… |
|||
45:18 |
Sob a lua do bode / Demoniac Vengeance
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Moonblood | |
Gaamalzagoth | Vocals |
Occulta Mors | All instruments |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gaamalzagoth | Cover concept |
Kris Verwimp | Cover art |
Shaxul | Layout |
Igor M. Zimmermann | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Moonblood - Forgotten Spells in the Forests Nocturnal | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
Eyes of infernal beauty stare Deep from ancient forests nocturnal Behind the shadows of your fear they lurk Dwelling under a spell eternal Bony claws stretches it out of the mist Begging for their salvation Imprisoned to dwell under a forgotten spell In the realm of evil’s adoration Necromancers united aeons ago Their magic powers to enchant the place This forest was possessed by the night’s spell For all times and for every race And every mortal who stepped at this soil Was catched by forces infernal To end his life in eternity In forgotten spells in forests nocturnal I feel the looks from their hidden places The crueltiest pain I felt ever I know that the night’s spell imprisoned me And I will rest here forever |
|||
2. | Moonblood - A Silent Dream of Impurity | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
His eyes look so soft and clear And white are his clothes A creature, chosen to dwell above the clouds Imprisoned in a garden of holyness A sleeping angel Malicious thoughts aren’t welcome here And a white spell of peace reigns over it But a might insidious and dark Is willing to desecrate the holy ban With a black magic it’s creating a dark shadow And this shadow, full of evil, is trembling beyond the holy garden Slowly it’s entering the aura of the sleeping holy one And he awakes, coz of a morbid feeling He did never felt such a power Did never felt such a lust A wall of darkness is surrounding him And the softness in his eyes is lost He’s entering the traitorous shadow again And still more malice replaces his faith The truth did kiss his blinded mind Now he knows that there is a might, stronger than heaven And his eyes are turning black |
|||
3. | Moonblood - Bells of Apocalypse | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
A frost-pregnant night is broken on And twelve times beat the bell The hour of the Antichrist is coming And the moon sets free its spell Cold and frosty winds are blowing And out of the earth beating infernal flames Burning all scum of humanity Burning all the Christian shame And like a warhorde we’re running through the flames Killing all, merciless and fast Death and destruction is the new law We’re on the way to the forgotten past And under the veil of destruction We hail the apocalypse And with a powerful beating they’re singing The bells of apocalypse And the coldness in our hearts is unbearable And the bells of destruction ring Under the spel of hate we’re marching Under the bells of apocalypse |
|||
4. | Moonblood - I Hail the Night | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
I see the dark clouds Which are ruling this night of doom Roaming slowly through the dark And I see the birds of night Their cries are painful Their wings are beautiful black and large And I see the moon with its cold eyes And I see the stars in their pride And I send my hails out into the darkness Send my hails to the night And a lustful feeling satisfies my soul Dark thoughts roaming through my mind Thoughts of destruction, thoughts of perversion Can never the answer find The light is my enemy In lustful ecstasy I hail the other side I hail the night And my ways goes through the forest of lost souls Through the forest of nocturnal hate And I lost my soul in these diabolical areas And the path is darkened by a shade I never want to reach the heaven Never want to serve the side of light My life was dedicated to the power of the moon And my thoughts are filled with the unholy might I’ve reached my goal, found my place Here I wanna die Among these trees should be my grave Here I wanny lie |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Deathspell Omega - Follow the Dark Path | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my enemies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The Satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
6. | Deathspell Omega - Morbid Rituals | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Tonight there’s a new procession. Worshippers of the beast walk silently towards another church to take another life. Our aim is to desecrate this weak creation that is mankind. One by one, we kill these creatures full of disgusting goodness, to increase the evil within ourselves. Last time we slayed an old priest, and now we have a new borned child. He will be baptized again but with his own blood... We light some candles and prepare the altar... The ritual has begun. We shout demonic spells, the little larva cries, as we brandish a knife. Blood runs from the altar and falls on the ground. The warm entrails are hung on their cross. In cursed chalices we drink to the reign of Satan. Pentagrams are drawn on the wall of the house of god. The bestial sacrifice is over. We are the masters of terror, the shadows that will destroy your peaceful world. Under the pale moonlight, tomorrow we’ll strike again. Our cruelty has no boundaries. Just wait for your turn. |
|||
7. | Deathspell Omega - Yells from the Abyss | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, A kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, But he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, Full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, Like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, And throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, And in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
46:40 |
Sob a lua do bode / Demoniac Vengeance
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Moonblood | |
Occulta Mors | All instruments |
Gaamalzagoth | Vocals |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gaamalzagoth | Cover concept |
Kris Verwimp | Cover art |
Shaxul | Layout |
Igor M. Zimmermann | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Deathspell Omega - Follow the Dark Path | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my enemies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The Satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
2. | Deathspell Omega - Morbid Rituals | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Tonight there’s a new procession. Worshippers of the beast walk silently towards another church to take another life. Our aim is to desecrate this weak creation that is mankind. One by one, we kill these creatures full of disgusting goodness, to increase the evil within ourselves. Last time we slayed an old priest, and now we have a new borned child. He will be baptized again but with his own blood... We light some candles and prepare the altar... The ritual has begun. We shout demonic spells, the little larva cries, as we brandish a knife. Blood runs from the altar and falls on the ground. The warm entrails are hung on their cross. In cursed chalices we drink to the reign of Satan. Pentagrams are drawn on the wall of the house of god. The bestial sacrifice is over. We are the masters of terror, the shadows that will destroy your peaceful world. Under the pale moonlight, tomorrow we’ll strike again. Our cruelty has no boundaries. Just wait for your turn. |
|||
3. | Deathspell Omega - Yells from the Abyss | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, A kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, But he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, Full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, Like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, And throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, And in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
4. | Moonblood - Forgotten Spells in the Forests Nocturnal | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
Eyes of infernal beauty stare Deep from ancient forests nocturnal Behind the shadows of your fear they lurk Dwelling under a spell eternal Bony claws stretches it out of the mist Begging for their salvation Imprisoned to dwell under a forgotten spell In the realm of evil’s adoration Necromancers united aeons ago Their magic powers to enchant the place This forest was possessed by the night’s spell For all times and for every race And every mortal who stepped at this soil Was catched by forces infernal To end his life in eternity In forgotten spells in forests nocturnal I feel the looks from their hidden places The crueltiest pain I felt ever I know that the night’s spell imprisoned me And I will rest here forever |
|||
5. | Moonblood - A Silent Dream of Impurity | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
His eyes look so soft and clear And white are his clothes A creature, chosen to dwell above the clouds Imprisoned in a garden of holyness A sleeping angel Malicious thoughts aren’t welcome here And a white spell of peace reigns over it But a might insidious and dark Is willing to desecrate the holy ban With a black magic it’s creating a dark shadow And this shadow, full of evil, is trembling beyond the holy garden Slowly it’s entering the aura of the sleeping holy one And he awakes, coz of a morbid feeling He did never felt such a power Did never felt such a lust A wall of darkness is surrounding him And the softness in his eyes is lost He’s entering the traitorous shadow again And still more malice replaces his faith The truth did kiss his blinded mind Now he knows that there is a might, stronger than heaven And his eyes are turning black |
|||
6. | Moonblood - Bells of Apocalypse | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
A frost-pregnant night is broken on And twelve times beat the bell The hour of the Antichrist is coming And the moon sets free its spell Cold and frosty winds are blowing And out of the earth beating infernal flames Burning all scum of humanity Burning all the Christian shame And like a warhorde we’re running through the flames Killing all, merciless and fast Death and destruction is the new law We’re on the way to the forgotten past And under the veil of destruction We hail the apocalypse And with a powerful beating they’re singing The bells of apocalypse And the coldness in our hearts is unbearable And the bells of destruction ring Under the spel of hate we’re marching Under the bells of apocalypse |
|||
7. | Moonblood - I Hail the Night | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
I see the dark clouds Which are ruling this night of doom Roaming slowly through the dark And I see the birds of night Their cries are painful Their wings are beautiful black and large And I see the moon with its cold eyes And I see the stars in their pride And I send my hails out into the darkness Send my hails to the night And a lustful feeling satisfies my soul Dark thoughts roaming through my mind Thoughts of destruction, thoughts of perversion Can never the answer find The light is my enemy In lustful ecstasy I hail the other side I hail the night And my ways goes through the forest of lost souls Through the forest of nocturnal hate And I lost my soul in these diabolical areas And the path is darkened by a shade I never want to reach the heaven Never want to serve the side of light My life was dedicated to the power of the moon And my thoughts are filled with the unholy might I’ve reached my goal, found my place Here I wanna die Among these trees should be my grave Here I wanny lie |
|||
46:40 |
Infernal Battles
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Yohann | Drums (track 5-8) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | The Victory of Impurity | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Since the creation of the holy doctrines, Each fragment of life wants to be saved from Death. Some have rebelled against peace To accomplish new prophecies that will bring chaos. Guided by Satan’s hands and mind, There is a void instead of their eyes. Orgies and massacres show no escape. Evil is the ultimate vermin. Victims are drowned in their own blood - The most insane rapes give way to necrophilia. As torture is like a lethal sculpture. Real masters don’t need slaves for they need them dead. Their quest is violent but sublime. When a soul is cursed, it is for eternity. Sometimes they also suffer. As sons of the devil, it makes them stronger. Impiety will be enthroned. As mankind shall be soiled entirely. Some messiahs died on a cross, Now everyone is rotting away. Believe in the mighty pentagram Or perish in pain to feed the Beasts. Here is the victory of impurity. |
|||
2. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:22 | Show lyrics |
In the deepest pits of Hell. I torment souls endlessly. Shapeless demons are all kings, But there’s only one real ruler here. I am his faithful disciple, Possessing humans to bring them under. I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. The poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy. Burn! We are the poison of the Earth. The whore Mary was sodomized. Her bastard son will rot forever. We laugh at the fairy tale that is God. Inverted crosses Are struck into their heart. Our Lord Satan Delivers us from good. He slashes his veins To give us his essence. To my kind it’s power, To the weak it’s venom. We drink the devil’s blood To win the anti-life war, I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. Their poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy... Burn all that is holy! Forever we will dwell Inside each living cell, Destroying the sacred, Creating the nothingness. My cause is supreme And inexorable. Drink the Devil’s blood! |
|||
3. | Extinction of the Weak | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Arise from the cursed abyss, Our mission has been given by the Fallen Angel. We are demons in human flesh, Born to desecrate God’s creatures until total extinction. While the holy ones kneel down and forgive, We believe in powers of hate and annihilation. Our thirst for giving a painful death Won’t be revieved before the end of this earthly aim. The elite immortal. We incarnate what they call intolerance, We live for the sins they forbid, None can threaten our race, None can defy the almighty laws of Satan... The will of Satan. The souls of the weak ones won’t be judged For they are destined to be slaughtered. Mercy is abstract to the strong in mind, The metal of our swords is concrete for the enemy. Death is the epedemic we spread. Acts of brutality humiliate all goodness. The final war was easy to win. Life was a mistake and now it belongs to the past. Extinction of the weak... |
|||
4. | Sacrilegious Terror | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. Fear can be seen On their tearful faces. Followers of God Will meet their doom. Our only justice Is the sword. Our only sentence Is death. Vultures follow us To finish the work. Terror is spread To begin the Armageddon... Innocent men Are at burned at the stake. Their wives are raped Upon their dead children. We sing out loud Great incantations To summon the Forces of Hell. Humans implore A mercy we ingnore. We desecrate Their childish religions. No soul can be saved From the endless torment. Obscurity prevails. When the gates are finally open, It will be the sign of the end, The coming of Satan, The rebel and triumphant one. Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Raping Human Dignity | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Raping human dignity Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead. My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice… Pleasure… to see the blood flow… I lick the liquid of life… Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes… I masturbate on your dignity, You’re a human being, you deserve to die. Don’t try to escape, Satan is here for you, Utter evilness you get to feel… What a joy, your last moments of life : a bloody nightmare. Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Torture… Rape… Blasphemy. Life is a gift of god, but feeble it is… Death’s reign is my prophecy, I bring pain and suffering, I mock your wishes and sweet dreams, Torture you to death is my aim… Eradicate life for mere pleasure!!! |
|||
6. | The Ancient Presence Revealed | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
The Ancient Presence Revealed Born a fullmoon night, In the middle of moutains cold… Wolves feasting on your mother’s remains, She died in pain, you laughed out loud. Beasts and a black wizard Teached you forbidden things. You learned to spill the blood And to enjoy its unholy taste. No love you became, For love is weak, And as the demon child You gained strength through hate. Once, a woman of incredible beauty Fell in love and thought She could awake human feelings In the ice cold void that is your heart. You raped her, and let your wardogs Bite her cunt to blood. Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. The last traces of humanity gone, You studied the arcanes of black magic, Increased cruelty and will, And we all knew The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
|||
7. | Knowledge of the Ultimate Void | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Knowledge of the Ultimate Void Walking afraid in dust Among memories, among ruins, Feeling the cursed moment has come… Soon, the ancient veils shall fall And reveal the forgotten truth. An old crypt, bones and skulls lying around, Traces of useless life, of god’s defeat… An evil presence, utter hate, Freeze the blood, still warm of fading life. Deadly silence, but many visions… Thus spoke the truth. Bow in front of Satan’s might. All that was done, but an illusion. Life was doomed before it appeared For nothing is real, but the everlasting void. Finally, you were right, Spilling blood and spreading fear… Now you die, but as well know You were of Satan’s kind. |
|||
8. | Death’s Reign (Human Futility) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Death’s reign (Human futility) A vaste void, darker than black And colder than Satan’s Wrath… A long path behind, full of hate, Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. Feared by many, respected by few, The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. Suddenly, light and warmth… Is it an illusion? No… "Who dares to cross my path?" A feeble creature yet so strong Stands on the way to Hell. Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, But doubts arise… An attack by treachery! He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. The future strikes hard in silence. Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? Doubts kill him many times Yet he can not die, for he is Satan’s child. He stands up with Darkness’ help, marked by defeat. A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
|||
38:48 |
Infernal Battles
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Yohann | Drums (track 5-8) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | The Victory of Impurity | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Since the creation of the holy doctrines, Each fragment of life wants to be saved from Death. Some have rebelled against peace To accomplish new prophecies that will bring chaos. Guided by Satan’s hands and mind, There is a void instead of their eyes. Orgies and massacres show no escape. Evil is the ultimate vermin. Victims are drowned in their own blood - The most insane rapes give way to necrophilia. As torture is like a lethal sculpture. Real masters don’t need slaves for they need them dead. Their quest is violent but sublime. When a soul is cursed, it is for eternity. Sometimes they also suffer. As sons of the devil, it makes them stronger. Impiety will be enthroned. As mankind shall be soiled entirely. Some messiahs died on a cross, Now everyone is rotting away. Believe in the mighty pentagram Or perish in pain to feed the Beasts. Here is the victory of impurity. |
|||
2. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:22 | Show lyrics |
In the deepest pits of Hell. I torment souls endlessly. Shapeless demons are all kings, But there’s only one real ruler here. I am his faithful disciple, Possessing humans to bring them under. I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. The poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy. Burn! We are the poison of the Earth. The whore Mary was sodomized. Her bastard son will rot forever. We laugh at the fairy tale that is God. Inverted crosses Are struck into their heart. Our Lord Satan Delivers us from good. He slashes his veins To give us his essence. To my kind it’s power, To the weak it’s venom. We drink the devil’s blood To win the anti-life war, I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. Their poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy... Burn all that is holy! Forever we will dwell Inside each living cell, Destroying the sacred, Creating the nothingness. My cause is supreme And inexorable. Drink the Devil’s blood! |
|||
3. | Extinction of the Weak | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Arise from the cursed abyss, Our mission has been given by the Fallen Angel. We are demons in human flesh, Born to desecrate God’s creatures until total extinction. While the holy ones kneel down and forgive, We believe in powers of hate and annihilation. Our thirst for giving a painful death Won’t be revieved before the end of this earthly aim. The elite immortal. We incarnate what they call intolerance, We live for the sins they forbid, None can threaten our race, None can defy the almighty laws of Satan... The will of Satan. The souls of the weak ones won’t be judged For they are destined to be slaughtered. Mercy is abstract to the strong in mind, The metal of our swords is concrete for the enemy. Death is the epedemic we spread. Acts of brutality humiliate all goodness. The final war was easy to win. Life was a mistake and now it belongs to the past. Extinction of the weak... |
|||
4. | Sacrilegious Terror | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. Fear can be seen On their tearful faces. Followers of God Will meet their doom. Our only justice Is the sword. Our only sentence Is death. Vultures follow us To finish the work. Terror is spread To begin the Armageddon... Innocent men Are at burned at the stake. Their wives are raped Upon their dead children. We sing out loud Great incantations To summon the Forces of Hell. Humans implore A mercy we ingnore. We desecrate Their childish religions. No soul can be saved From the endless torment. Obscurity prevails. When the gates are finally open, It will be the sign of the end, The coming of Satan, The rebel and triumphant one. Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. |
|||
5. | Raping Human Dignity | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Raping human dignity Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead. My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice… Pleasure… to see the blood flow… I lick the liquid of life… Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes… I masturbate on your dignity, You’re a human being, you deserve to die. Don’t try to escape, Satan is here for you, Utter evilness you get to feel… What a joy, your last moments of life : a bloody nightmare. Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Torture… Rape… Blasphemy. Life is a gift of god, but feeble it is… Death’s reign is my prophecy, I bring pain and suffering, I mock your wishes and sweet dreams, Torture you to death is my aim… Eradicate life for mere pleasure!!! |
|||
6. | The Ancient Presence Revealed | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
The Ancient Presence Revealed Born a fullmoon night, In the middle of moutains cold… Wolves feasting on your mother’s remains, She died in pain, you laughed out loud. Beasts and a black wizard Teached you forbidden things. You learned to spill the blood And to enjoy its unholy taste. No love you became, For love is weak, And as the demon child You gained strength through hate. Once, a woman of incredible beauty Fell in love and thought She could awake human feelings In the ice cold void that is your heart. You raped her, and let your wardogs Bite her cunt to blood. Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. The last traces of humanity gone, You studied the arcanes of black magic, Increased cruelty and will, And we all knew The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
|||
7. | Knowledge of the Ultimate Void | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Knowledge of the Ultimate Void Walking afraid in dust Among memories, among ruins, Feeling the cursed moment has come… Soon, the ancient veils shall fall And reveal the forgotten truth. An old crypt, bones and skulls lying around, Traces of useless life, of god’s defeat… An evil presence, utter hate, Freeze the blood, still warm of fading life. Deadly silence, but many visions… Thus spoke the truth. Bow in front of Satan’s might. All that was done, but an illusion. Life was doomed before it appeared For nothing is real, but the everlasting void. Finally, you were right, Spilling blood and spreading fear… Now you die, but as well know You were of Satan’s kind. |
|||
8. | Death’s Reign (Human Futility) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Death’s reign (Human futility) A vaste void, darker than black And colder than Satan’s Wrath… A long path behind, full of hate, Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. Feared by many, respected by few, The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. Suddenly, light and warmth… Is it an illusion? No… "Who dares to cross my path?" A feeble creature yet so strong Stands on the way to Hell. Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, But doubts arise… An attack by treachery! He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. The future strikes hard in silence. Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? Doubts kill him many times Yet he can not die, for he is Satan’s child. He stands up with Darkness’ help, marked by defeat. A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
|||
38:48 |
Infernal Battles
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Yohann | Drums (track 5-8) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | The Victory of Impurity | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Since the creation of the holy doctrines, Each fragment of life wants to be saved from Death. Some have rebelled against peace To accomplish new prophecies that will bring chaos. Guided by Satan’s hands and mind, There is a void instead of their eyes. Orgies and massacres show no escape. Evil is the ultimate vermin. Victims are drowned in their own blood - The most insane rapes give way to necrophilia. As torture is like a lethal sculpture. Real masters don’t need slaves for they need them dead. Their quest is violent but sublime. When a soul is cursed, it is for eternity. Sometimes they also suffer. As sons of the devil, it makes them stronger. Impiety will be enthroned. As mankind shall be soiled entirely. Some messiahs died on a cross, Now everyone is rotting away. Believe in the mighty pentagram Or perish in pain to feed the Beasts. Here is the victory of impurity. |
|||
2. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:22 | Show lyrics |
In the deepest pits of Hell. I torment souls endlessly. Shapeless demons are all kings, But there’s only one real ruler here. I am his faithful disciple, Possessing humans to bring them under. I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. The poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy. Burn! We are the poison of the Earth. The whore Mary was sodomized. Her bastard son will rot forever. We laugh at the fairy tale that is God. Inverted crosses Are struck into their heart. Our Lord Satan Delivers us from good. He slashes his veins To give us his essence. To my kind it’s power, To the weak it’s venom. We drink the devil’s blood To win the anti-life war, I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. Their poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy... Burn all that is holy! Forever we will dwell Inside each living cell, Destroying the sacred, Creating the nothingness. My cause is supreme And inexorable. Drink the Devil’s blood! |
|||
3. | Extinction of the Weak | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Arise from the cursed abyss, Our mission has been given by the Fallen Angel. We are demons in human flesh, Born to desecrate God’s creatures until total extinction. While the holy ones kneel down and forgive, We believe in powers of hate and annihilation. Our thirst for giving a painful death Won’t be revieved before the end of this earthly aim. The elite immortal. We incarnate what they call intolerance, We live for the sins they forbid, None can threaten our race, None can defy the almighty laws of Satan... The will of Satan. The souls of the weak ones won’t be judged For they are destined to be slaughtered. Mercy is abstract to the strong in mind, The metal of our swords is concrete for the enemy. Death is the epedemic we spread. Acts of brutality humiliate all goodness. The final war was easy to win. Life was a mistake and now it belongs to the past. Extinction of the weak... |
|||
4. | Sacrilegious Terror | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. Fear can be seen On their tearful faces. Followers of God Will meet their doom. Our only justice Is the sword. Our only sentence Is death. Vultures follow us To finish the work. Terror is spread To begin the Armageddon... Innocent men Are at burned at the stake. Their wives are raped Upon their dead children. We sing out loud Great incantations To summon the Forces of Hell. Humans implore A mercy we ingnore. We desecrate Their childish religions. No soul can be saved From the endless torment. Obscurity prevails. When the gates are finally open, It will be the sign of the end, The coming of Satan, The rebel and triumphant one. Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. |
|||
5. | Raping Human Dignity | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Raping human dignity Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead. My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice… Pleasure… to see the blood flow… I lick the liquid of life… Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes… I masturbate on your dignity, You’re a human being, you deserve to die. Don’t try to escape, Satan is here for you, Utter evilness you get to feel… What a joy, your last moments of life : a bloody nightmare. Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Torture… Rape… Blasphemy. Life is a gift of god, but feeble it is… Death’s reign is my prophecy, I bring pain and suffering, I mock your wishes and sweet dreams, Torture you to death is my aim… Eradicate life for mere pleasure!!! |
|||
6. | The Ancient Presence Revealed | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
The Ancient Presence Revealed Born a fullmoon night, In the middle of moutains cold… Wolves feasting on your mother’s remains, She died in pain, you laughed out loud. Beasts and a black wizard Teached you forbidden things. You learned to spill the blood And to enjoy its unholy taste. No love you became, For love is weak, And as the demon child You gained strength through hate. Once, a woman of incredible beauty Fell in love and thought She could awake human feelings In the ice cold void that is your heart. You raped her, and let your wardogs Bite her cunt to blood. Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. The last traces of humanity gone, You studied the arcanes of black magic, Increased cruelty and will, And we all knew The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
|||
7. | Knowledge of the Ultimate Void | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Knowledge of the Ultimate Void Walking afraid in dust Among memories, among ruins, Feeling the cursed moment has come… Soon, the ancient veils shall fall And reveal the forgotten truth. An old crypt, bones and skulls lying around, Traces of useless life, of god’s defeat… An evil presence, utter hate, Freeze the blood, still warm of fading life. Deadly silence, but many visions… Thus spoke the truth. Bow in front of Satan’s might. All that was done, but an illusion. Life was doomed before it appeared For nothing is real, but the everlasting void. Finally, you were right, Spilling blood and spreading fear… Now you die, but as well know You were of Satan’s kind. |
|||
8. | Death’s Reign (Human Futility) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Death’s reign (Human futility) A vaste void, darker than black And colder than Satan’s Wrath… A long path behind, full of hate, Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. Feared by many, respected by few, The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. Suddenly, light and warmth… Is it an illusion? No… "Who dares to cross my path?" A feeble creature yet so strong Stands on the way to Hell. Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, But doubts arise… An attack by treachery! He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. The future strikes hard in silence. Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? Doubts kill him many times Yet he can not die, for he is Satan’s child. He stands up with Darkness’ help, marked by defeat. A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
|||
38:48 |
Infernal Battles
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Yohann | Drums (track 5-8) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | The Victory of Impurity | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Since the creation of the holy doctrines, Each fragment of life wants to be saved from Death. Some have rebelled against peace To accomplish new prophecies that will bring chaos. Guided by Satan’s hands and mind, There is a void instead of their eyes. Orgies and massacres show no escape. Evil is the ultimate vermin. Victims are drowned in their own blood - The most insane rapes give way to necrophilia. As torture is like a lethal sculpture. Real masters don’t need slaves for they need them dead. Their quest is violent but sublime. When a soul is cursed, it is for eternity. Sometimes they also suffer. As sons of the devil, it makes them stronger. Impiety will be enthroned. As mankind shall be soiled entirely. Some messiahs died on a cross, Now everyone is rotting away. Believe in the mighty pentagram Or perish in pain to feed the Beasts. Here is the victory of impurity. |
|||
2. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:22 | Show lyrics |
In the deepest pits of Hell. I torment souls endlessly. Shapeless demons are all kings, But there’s only one real ruler here. I am his faithful disciple, Possessing humans to bring them under. I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. The poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy. Burn! We are the poison of the Earth. The whore Mary was sodomized. Her bastard son will rot forever. We laugh at the fairy tale that is God. Inverted crosses Are struck into their heart. Our Lord Satan Delivers us from good. He slashes his veins To give us his essence. To my kind it’s power, To the weak it’s venom. We drink the devil’s blood To win the anti-life war, I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. Their poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy... Burn all that is holy! Forever we will dwell Inside each living cell, Destroying the sacred, Creating the nothingness. My cause is supreme And inexorable. Drink the Devil’s blood! |
|||
3. | Extinction of the Weak | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Arise from the cursed abyss, Our mission has been given by the Fallen Angel. We are demons in human flesh, Born to desecrate God’s creatures until total extinction. While the holy ones kneel down and forgive, We believe in powers of hate and annihilation. Our thirst for giving a painful death Won’t be revieved before the end of this earthly aim. The elite immortal. We incarnate what they call intolerance, We live for the sins they forbid, None can threaten our race, None can defy the almighty laws of Satan... The will of Satan. The souls of the weak ones won’t be judged For they are destined to be slaughtered. Mercy is abstract to the strong in mind, The metal of our swords is concrete for the enemy. Death is the epedemic we spread. Acts of brutality humiliate all goodness. The final war was easy to win. Life was a mistake and now it belongs to the past. Extinction of the weak... |
|||
4. | Sacrilegious Terror | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. Fear can be seen On their tearful faces. Followers of God Will meet their doom. Our only justice Is the sword. Our only sentence Is death. Vultures follow us To finish the work. Terror is spread To begin the Armageddon... Innocent men Are at burned at the stake. Their wives are raped Upon their dead children. We sing out loud Great incantations To summon the Forces of Hell. Humans implore A mercy we ingnore. We desecrate Their childish religions. No soul can be saved From the endless torment. Obscurity prevails. When the gates are finally open, It will be the sign of the end, The coming of Satan, The rebel and triumphant one. Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Raping Human Dignity | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Raping human dignity Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead. My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice… Pleasure… to see the blood flow… I lick the liquid of life… Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes… I masturbate on your dignity, You’re a human being, you deserve to die. Don’t try to escape, Satan is here for you, Utter evilness you get to feel… What a joy, your last moments of life : a bloody nightmare. Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Torture… Rape… Blasphemy. Life is a gift of god, but feeble it is… Death’s reign is my prophecy, I bring pain and suffering, I mock your wishes and sweet dreams, Torture you to death is my aim… Eradicate life for mere pleasure!!! |
|||
6. | The Ancient Presence Revealed | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
The Ancient Presence Revealed Born a fullmoon night, In the middle of moutains cold… Wolves feasting on your mother’s remains, She died in pain, you laughed out loud. Beasts and a black wizard Teached you forbidden things. You learned to spill the blood And to enjoy its unholy taste. No love you became, For love is weak, And as the demon child You gained strength through hate. Once, a woman of incredible beauty Fell in love and thought She could awake human feelings In the ice cold void that is your heart. You raped her, and let your wardogs Bite her cunt to blood. Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. The last traces of humanity gone, You studied the arcanes of black magic, Increased cruelty and will, And we all knew The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
|||
7. | Knowledge of the Ultimate Void | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Knowledge of the Ultimate Void Walking afraid in dust Among memories, among ruins, Feeling the cursed moment has come… Soon, the ancient veils shall fall And reveal the forgotten truth. An old crypt, bones and skulls lying around, Traces of useless life, of god’s defeat… An evil presence, utter hate, Freeze the blood, still warm of fading life. Deadly silence, but many visions… Thus spoke the truth. Bow in front of Satan’s might. All that was done, but an illusion. Life was doomed before it appeared For nothing is real, but the everlasting void. Finally, you were right, Spilling blood and spreading fear… Now you die, but as well know You were of Satan’s kind. |
|||
8. | Death’s Reign (Human Futility) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Death’s reign (Human futility) A vaste void, darker than black And colder than Satan’s Wrath… A long path behind, full of hate, Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. Feared by many, respected by few, The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. Suddenly, light and warmth… Is it an illusion? No… "Who dares to cross my path?" A feeble creature yet so strong Stands on the way to Hell. Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, But doubts arise… An attack by treachery! He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. The future strikes hard in silence. Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? Doubts kill him many times Yet he can not die, for he is Satan’s child. He stands up with Darkness’ help, marked by defeat. A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
|||
38:48 |
Infernal Battles
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Yohann | Drums (track 5-8) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | The Victory of Impurity | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Since the creation of the holy doctrines, Each fragment of life wants to be saved from Death. Some have rebelled against peace To accomplish new prophecies that will bring chaos. Guided by Satan’s hands and mind, There is a void instead of their eyes. Orgies and massacres show no escape. Evil is the ultimate vermin. Victims are drowned in their own blood - The most insane rapes give way to necrophilia. As torture is like a lethal sculpture. Real masters don’t need slaves for they need them dead. Their quest is violent but sublime. When a soul is cursed, it is for eternity. Sometimes they also suffer. As sons of the devil, it makes them stronger. Impiety will be enthroned. As mankind shall be soiled entirely. Some messiahs died on a cross, Now everyone is rotting away. Believe in the mighty pentagram Or perish in pain to feed the Beasts. Here is the victory of impurity. |
|||
2. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:22 | Show lyrics |
In the deepest pits of Hell. I torment souls endlessly. Shapeless demons are all kings, But there’s only one real ruler here. I am his faithful disciple, Possessing humans to bring them under. I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. The poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy. Burn! We are the poison of the Earth. The whore Mary was sodomized. Her bastard son will rot forever. We laugh at the fairy tale that is God. Inverted crosses Are struck into their heart. Our Lord Satan Delivers us from good. He slashes his veins To give us his essence. To my kind it’s power, To the weak it’s venom. We drink the devil’s blood To win the anti-life war, I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other. Their poor spirit will burn like all things that is holy... Burn all that is holy! Forever we will dwell Inside each living cell, Destroying the sacred, Creating the nothingness. My cause is supreme And inexorable. Drink the Devil’s blood! |
|||
3. | Extinction of the Weak | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
Arise from the cursed abyss, Our mission has been given by the Fallen Angel. We are demons in human flesh, Born to desecrate God’s creatures until total extinction. While the holy ones kneel down and forgive, We believe in powers of hate and annihilation. Our thirst for giving a painful death Won’t be revieved before the end of this earthly aim. The elite immortal. We incarnate what they call intolerance, We live for the sins they forbid, None can threaten our race, None can defy the almighty laws of Satan... The will of Satan. The souls of the weak ones won’t be judged For they are destined to be slaughtered. Mercy is abstract to the strong in mind, The metal of our swords is concrete for the enemy. Death is the epedemic we spread. Acts of brutality humiliate all goodness. The final war was easy to win. Life was a mistake and now it belongs to the past. Extinction of the weak... |
|||
4. | Sacrilegious Terror | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. Fear can be seen On their tearful faces. Followers of God Will meet their doom. Our only justice Is the sword. Our only sentence Is death. Vultures follow us To finish the work. Terror is spread To begin the Armageddon... Innocent men Are at burned at the stake. Their wives are raped Upon their dead children. We sing out loud Great incantations To summon the Forces of Hell. Humans implore A mercy we ingnore. We desecrate Their childish religions. No soul can be saved From the endless torment. Obscurity prevails. When the gates are finally open, It will be the sign of the end, The coming of Satan, The rebel and triumphant one. Hunting like wolves, We have no regrets For all our murders, Barbaric and inhuman. This is a crusade An unholy quest Against the holy spawn. The only morals We believe in are Pleasure of hate, As sons of darkness. The blood shall flow, The liquid of life, It will disappear. |
|||
5. | Raping Human Dignity | 04:19 | Show lyrics |
Raping human dignity Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead. My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice… Pleasure… to see the blood flow… I lick the liquid of life… Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes… I masturbate on your dignity, You’re a human being, you deserve to die. Don’t try to escape, Satan is here for you, Utter evilness you get to feel… What a joy, your last moments of life : a bloody nightmare. Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan! Torture… Rape… Blasphemy. Life is a gift of god, but feeble it is… Death’s reign is my prophecy, I bring pain and suffering, I mock your wishes and sweet dreams, Torture you to death is my aim… Eradicate life for mere pleasure!!! |
|||
6. | The Ancient Presence Revealed | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
The Ancient Presence Revealed Born a fullmoon night, In the middle of moutains cold… Wolves feasting on your mother’s remains, She died in pain, you laughed out loud. Beasts and a black wizard Teached you forbidden things. You learned to spill the blood And to enjoy its unholy taste. No love you became, For love is weak, And as the demon child You gained strength through hate. Once, a woman of incredible beauty Fell in love and thought She could awake human feelings In the ice cold void that is your heart. You raped her, and let your wardogs Bite her cunt to blood. Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. The last traces of humanity gone, You studied the arcanes of black magic, Increased cruelty and will, And we all knew The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
|||
7. | Knowledge of the Ultimate Void | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Knowledge of the Ultimate Void Walking afraid in dust Among memories, among ruins, Feeling the cursed moment has come… Soon, the ancient veils shall fall And reveal the forgotten truth. An old crypt, bones and skulls lying around, Traces of useless life, of god’s defeat… An evil presence, utter hate, Freeze the blood, still warm of fading life. Deadly silence, but many visions… Thus spoke the truth. Bow in front of Satan’s might. All that was done, but an illusion. Life was doomed before it appeared For nothing is real, but the everlasting void. Finally, you were right, Spilling blood and spreading fear… Now you die, but as well know You were of Satan’s kind. |
|||
8. | Death’s Reign (Human Futility) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
Death’s reign (Human futility) A vaste void, darker than black And colder than Satan’s Wrath… A long path behind, full of hate, Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. Feared by many, respected by few, The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. Suddenly, light and warmth… Is it an illusion? No… "Who dares to cross my path?" A feeble creature yet so strong Stands on the way to Hell. Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, But doubts arise… An attack by treachery! He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. The future strikes hard in silence. Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? Doubts kill him many times Yet he can not die, for he is Satan’s child. He stands up with Darkness’ help, marked by defeat. A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
|||
38:46 |
Clandestine Blaze / Deathspell Omega
Members | |
---|---|
Clandestine Blaze | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Clandestine Blaze - Will to Kill | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
Thoughts are obsessing the mind Like the haunting demons They never let you Drown in Damnation of common man Thoughts of homicide Plans for murder Everywhere I go Comes inspiration to kill Will for this awaken by surroundings The miserable mankind Thoughts possessing in silence Strategies for mass-extermination Will to kill Will to eliminate the man Satisfaction from ending life Of someone you hate Someone you deeply despite And look down in disgust |
|||
2. | Clandestine Blaze - Blasphemous Lust | 02:42 | Show lyrics |
Grotesque, bizarre, blasphemous lust Possessed by perversion Following the bizarre instinct To holy places, sanctuaries of weak Baptizing them in the name of perversion Blasphemous lust of anti-creation Seed of wasted life Desecrating the holy purity |
|||
3. | Clandestine Blaze - Raping the Innocent | 03:20 | Show lyrics |
Birth of innocence Continuation of life Curse of breeding Sickness of pro-creation Soft flesh stretching Force tearing it to pieces Innocent blood fuck Raping the innocent No more human breeding Lifeless meat fucked to pieces The end of human life Raping the innocent to death |
|||
4. | Clandestine Blaze - Genocide Operation | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
Destroyed, humiliated, killed still while alive Skeletal bodies, eyes full of emptiness Stench of death floating over moist soil Where creatures dig graves for themselves You lead to the death and creatures will follow Will and power of mind exists no more Cut their wrists and command to lie in grave And their own do the rest Buried bodies, piled corpses Burned filthy flesh Charred remains of the children Mutilated corpses of women Crushed bodies of men Altogether, like garbage Just like they are, Just like they are… Lead them to death and they will follow You command and they submit No glory, no victory, nothing. Genocide operation, wiping out the worthless. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Deathspell Omega - Bestial Orgies | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
In forgotten crypts and chapels, our diabolical feasts are arranged. On the dirty ground we paint the sign, the great symbol of evilness. The Devil takes delight in orgies, we take pleasure till death. The soul of the victim must be pure to humiliate it with carnal vices, then it rots in Hell forever. Debauchery is an art in which there is no law, except to satisfy Satan, the Lord of all blasphemies. Agonizing and dead human beings lie down in sperm and blood. An intense fornication and unbearable tortures rape your flesh and mind until you ask for your death. Remember the whore called Mary, her vagina was soiled by the King of depravity, He took her virginity. Innocence and holiness disappear as we copulate. Now it’s time to sacrifice and the screams are getting louder. The final sodomy is done with long silver knives. The humans are dead but now they suffer in the Underworld. | |||
6. | Deathspell Omega - The Suicide Curse | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Many spells and rituals exist to create curses but there is one for mankind’s obliteration. Life is slowly fading as we sacrifice ourselves. The vermin prevalence must come to an end. Every year one of us must die. Our dark souls are a gift to Satan. Tonight it’s my turn to commit suicide but I’ll bring thousands of humans with me. Generations of satanic hordes passed away for this cause, breeding a catastrophe, or a genocide and other massacres. No one knows this curse. When it is complete, the planet will burst. When my soul comes before the Gates, my King will make me become a Demon. Invisible for everyone, I’ll spread an utter terror and kill as much as I can. I will be the breath of Hell, a small and short piece of the awaited Armageddon. I’ll come back to my dimension waiting for the next step of the malediction. And inside the church, fire surrounds me, yet I stay silent. An immeasurable feeling of hate and destruction is transcending my spirit. Now my trip begins, now I am unleashed, now you have to die. | |||
7. | Deathspell Omega - Seal of Perversion | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
It is engraved on our flesh, the almighty sign of evil. The symbol of extreme beliefs, the seal of perversion. We need the weak human race to give them pain and death. All that is called a sin have always been within ourselves. Decadence and sadism will be our fate but yours too. We’re the sick bastards of Satan, the guardian of this knowledge. He showed us everything from lust to cruelty. It is a real orgasm when we torture people. Death is always a delight, we’re addicted to your agony. Vomiting on your cross and all other humanist emblems, kneel down before the satanic wrath, suffer in this world and beyond. Call your pagan or holy deities to amuse ourselves before the carnage. Our sign is the pentagram, the mark of the superior race ; we don’t choose victims because of their skin for we will burn it anyway... Hatred is boundless, always trying something new, creating inhuman savagery, a morbid game for this shame called life. Corpses are piled up, rotten flesh all over the ground, an intoxicating smell, essential for the invocations. We are possessed by a madness that makes us so vicious and depraved. By water, air, fire and earth, and by Satan, let the chaos begin. | |||
42:57 |
Clandestine Blaze / Deathspell Omega
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Clandestine Blaze | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Clandestine Blaze - Will to Kill | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
Thoughts are obsessing the mind Like the haunting demons They never let you Drown in Damnation of common man Thoughts of homicide Plans for murder Everywhere I go Comes inspiration to kill Will for this awaken by surroundings The miserable mankind Thoughts possessing in silence Strategies for mass-extermination Will to kill Will to eliminate the man Satisfaction from ending life Of someone you hate Someone you deeply despite And look down in disgust |
|||
2. | Clandestine Blaze - Blasphemous Lust | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Grotesque, bizarre, blasphemous lust Possessed by perversion Following the bizarre instinct To holy places, sanctuaries of weak Baptizing them in the name of perversion Blasphemous lust of anti-creation Seed of wasted life Desecrating the holy purity |
|||
3. | Clandestine Blaze - Raping the Innocent | 03:25 | Show lyrics |
Birth of innocence Continuation of life Curse of breeding Sickness of pro-creation Soft flesh stretching Force tearing it to pieces Innocent blood fuck Raping the innocent No more human breeding Lifeless meat fucked to pieces The end of human life Raping the innocent to death |
|||
4. | Clandestine Blaze - Genocide Operation | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Destroyed, humiliated, killed still while alive Skeletal bodies, eyes full of emptiness Stench of death floating over moist soil Where creatures dig graves for themselves You lead to the death and creatures will follow Will and power of mind exists no more Cut their wrists and command to lie in grave And their own do the rest Buried bodies, piled corpses Burned filthy flesh Charred remains of the children Mutilated corpses of women Crushed bodies of men Altogether, like garbage Just like they are, Just like they are… Lead them to death and they will follow You command and they submit No glory, no victory, nothing. Genocide operation, wiping out the worthless. |
|||
5. | Deathspell Omega - Bestial Orgies | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
In forgotten crypts and chapels, our diabolical feasts are arranged. On the dirty ground we paint the sign, the great symbol of evilness. The Devil takes delight in orgies, we take pleasure till death. The soul of the victim must be pure to humiliate it with carnal vices, then it rots in Hell forever. Debauchery is an art in which there is no law, except to satisfy Satan, the Lord of all blasphemies. Agonizing and dead human beings lie down in sperm and blood. An intense fornication and unbearable tortures rape your flesh and mind until you ask for your death. Remember the whore called Mary, her vagina was soiled by the King of depravity, He took her virginity. Innocence and holiness disappear as we copulate. Now it’s time to sacrifice and the screams are getting louder. The final sodomy is done with long silver knives. The humans are dead but now they suffer in the Underworld. | |||
6. | Deathspell Omega - The Suicide Curse | 08:12 | Show lyrics |
Many spells and rituals exist to create curses but there is one for mankind’s obliteration. Life is slowly fading as we sacrifice ourselves. The vermin prevalence must come to an end. Every year one of us must die. Our dark souls are a gift to Satan. Tonight it’s my turn to commit suicide but I’ll bring thousands of humans with me. Generations of satanic hordes passed away for this cause, breeding a catastrophe, or a genocide and other massacres. No one knows this curse. When it is complete, the planet will burst. When my soul comes before the Gates, my King will make me become a Demon. Invisible for everyone, I’ll spread an utter terror and kill as much as I can. I will be the breath of Hell, a small and short piece of the awaited Armageddon. I’ll come back to my dimension waiting for the next step of the malediction. And inside the church, fire surrounds me, yet I stay silent. An immeasurable feeling of hate and destruction is transcending my spirit. Now my trip begins, now I am unleashed, now you have to die. | |||
7. | Deathspell Omega - Seal of Perversion | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
It is engraved on our flesh, the almighty sign of evil. The symbol of extreme beliefs, the seal of perversion. We need the weak human race to give them pain and death. All that is called a sin have always been within ourselves. Decadence and sadism will be our fate but yours too. We’re the sick bastards of Satan, the guardian of this knowledge. He showed us everything from lust to cruelty. It is a real orgasm when we torture people. Death is always a delight, we’re addicted to your agony. Vomiting on your cross and all other humanist emblems, kneel down before the satanic wrath, suffer in this world and beyond. Call your pagan or holy deities to amuse ourselves before the carnage. Our sign is the pentagram, the mark of the superior race ; we don’t choose victims because of their skin for we will burn it anyway... Hatred is boundless, always trying something new, creating inhuman savagery, a morbid game for this shame called life. Corpses are piled up, rotten flesh all over the ground, an intoxicating smell, essential for the invocations. We are possessed by a madness that makes us so vicious and depraved. By water, air, fire and earth, and by Satan, let the chaos begin. | |||
44:06 |
Clandestine Blaze / Deathspell Omega
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Clandestine Blaze | |
Mikko Aspa | Everything |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Clandestine Blaze - Will to Kill | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
Thoughts are obsessing the mind Like the haunting demons They never let you Drown in Damnation of common man Thoughts of homicide Plans for murder Everywhere I go Comes inspiration to kill Will for this awaken by surroundings The miserable mankind Thoughts possessing in silence Strategies for mass-extermination Will to kill Will to eliminate the man Satisfaction from ending life Of someone you hate Someone you deeply despite And look down in disgust |
|||
2. | Clandestine Blaze - Blasphemous Lust | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Grotesque, bizarre, blasphemous lust Possessed by perversion Following the bizarre instinct To holy places, sanctuaries of weak Baptizing them in the name of perversion Blasphemous lust of anti-creation Seed of wasted life Desecrating the holy purity |
|||
3. | Clandestine Blaze - Raping the Innocent | 03:25 | Show lyrics |
Birth of innocence Continuation of life Curse of breeding Sickness of pro-creation Soft flesh stretching Force tearing it to pieces Innocent blood fuck Raping the innocent No more human breeding Lifeless meat fucked to pieces The end of human life Raping the innocent to death |
|||
4. | Clandestine Blaze - Genocide Operation | 08:33 | Show lyrics |
Destroyed, humiliated, killed still while alive Skeletal bodies, eyes full of emptiness Stench of death floating over moist soil Where creatures dig graves for themselves You lead to the death and creatures will follow Will and power of mind exists no more Cut their wrists and command to lie in grave And their own do the rest Buried bodies, piled corpses Burned filthy flesh Charred remains of the children Mutilated corpses of women Crushed bodies of men Altogether, like garbage Just like they are, Just like they are… Lead them to death and they will follow You command and they submit No glory, no victory, nothing. Genocide operation, wiping out the worthless. |
|||
5. | Deathspell Omega - Bestial Orgies | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
In forgotten crypts and chapels, our diabolical feasts are arranged. On the dirty ground we paint the sign, the great symbol of evilness. The Devil takes delight in orgies, we take pleasure till death. The soul of the victim must be pure to humiliate it with carnal vices, then it rots in Hell forever. Debauchery is an art in which there is no law, except to satisfy Satan, the Lord of all blasphemies. Agonizing and dead human beings lie down in sperm and blood. An intense fornication and unbearable tortures rape your flesh and mind until you ask for your death. Remember the whore called Mary, her vagina was soiled by the King of depravity, He took her virginity. Innocence and holiness disappear as we copulate. Now it’s time to sacrifice and the screams are getting louder. The final sodomy is done with long silver knives. The humans are dead but now they suffer in the Underworld. | |||
6. | Deathspell Omega - The Suicide Curse | 08:12 | Show lyrics |
Many spells and rituals exist to create curses but there is one for mankind’s obliteration. Life is slowly fading as we sacrifice ourselves. The vermin prevalence must come to an end. Every year one of us must die. Our dark souls are a gift to Satan. Tonight it’s my turn to commit suicide but I’ll bring thousands of humans with me. Generations of satanic hordes passed away for this cause, breeding a catastrophe, or a genocide and other massacres. No one knows this curse. When it is complete, the planet will burst. When my soul comes before the Gates, my King will make me become a Demon. Invisible for everyone, I’ll spread an utter terror and kill as much as I can. I will be the breath of Hell, a small and short piece of the awaited Armageddon. I’ll come back to my dimension waiting for the next step of the malediction. And inside the church, fire surrounds me, yet I stay silent. An immeasurable feeling of hate and destruction is transcending my spirit. Now my trip begins, now I am unleashed, now you have to die. | |||
7. | Deathspell Omega - Seal of Perversion | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
It is engraved on our flesh, the almighty sign of evil. The symbol of extreme beliefs, the seal of perversion. We need the weak human race to give them pain and death. All that is called a sin have always been within ourselves. Decadence and sadism will be our fate but yours too. We’re the sick bastards of Satan, the guardian of this knowledge. He showed us everything from lust to cruelty. It is a real orgasm when we torture people. Death is always a delight, we’re addicted to your agony. Vomiting on your cross and all other humanist emblems, kneel down before the satanic wrath, suffer in this world and beyond. Call your pagan or holy deities to amuse ourselves before the carnage. Our sign is the pentagram, the mark of the superior race ; we don’t choose victims because of their skin for we will burn it anyway... Hatred is boundless, always trying something new, creating inhuman savagery, a morbid game for this shame called life. Corpses are piled up, rotten flesh all over the ground, an intoxicating smell, essential for the invocations. We are possessed by a madness that makes us so vicious and depraved. By water, air, fire and earth, and by Satan, let the chaos begin. | |||
44:06 |
Mütiilation / Deathspell Omega
Members | |
---|---|
Mütiilation | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drum programming |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Mütiilation - Beyond the Decay of Time and Flies | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Deathspell Omega - Insanity Supreme | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
3. | Deathspell Omega - For Fire and Void Become One | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
21:35 |
Mütiilation / Deathspell Omega
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mütiilation | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drum programming |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Mütiilation - Beyond the Decay of Time and Flies | 06:33 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Deathspell Omega - Insanity Supreme | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
3. | Deathspell Omega - For Fire and Void Become One | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
21:35 |
Inquisitors of Satan
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | From Unknown Lands of Desolation | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Torture and Death | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Desecration Master | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Lethal Baptism | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
5. | Succubus of All Vices | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Inquisitors of Satan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Decadence | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
38:10 |
Inquisitors of Satan
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | From Unknown Lands of Desolation | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
1. From Unknown Lands of Desolation ----------------------------------- Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely Noone believes in us We came from realms of Hell No eyes can see us We’re not made of flesh and blood In times past we reigned everywhere One day life emerged from the chaos We still dominate but this error must end The void shall swallow the decease Slowly but surely Changing from a dimention to another.. of being possession Out of the nihilistic kingdom to spread destruction An unseen invasion to conquer the spiled land...till total extinxion The human claim to rule their world They don’t even understand the meaning of death A black hole is eating each soul The ultimate desolation will supress life and prevail again Then there won’t be mistakes anymore The apotheosis of Satan approaches He who is inside of us |
|||
2. | Torture and Death | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
2. Torture and Death -------------------- I am the Evil in every form The demon you abandon yourself to. Hungry for a hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am your suicide I am the rope that strangles you I am the razor slashing your wrists I am the bullet going through your head I am the poison in your blood I am the wicked in every man, Delighted every at every morbid death For many years my name has been Decease I am the dictator, the tormentor you die for I am the executioner I am the hammer and the nails I am the gas that you breathe I am the fire consuming the flesh I am the axe that beheads No one will survive me Humanity is doomed under my reign The last breath of eternity Resistance is vain The child beater, the women raper, I’m the one that orders and command you The one that curses and destroys you For the final goal of Evil I am your master I am the very quintessence of Evil The Supreme Evil in the name of Devil I am you suicide, executioner I am your master...Satanas! |
|||
3. | Desecration Master | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
3. Desecration Master --------------------- Death is coming fast She’s my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I’m insane But I don’t want to be cured Relentessly I’m the desecration master In search of the ultra violence Addicted to the taste of blood Hunting prey certainly Relentessly I need to see and fell humans suffering Eyes full of fear imploring my mercy No need to use weapons that kill too fast I use my own hands to touch the petrified skin It’s almost possible to watch the light of life, Vanishing and turning into a fancus orgasm Ususally using rape for female creatures I ejaculate inside the dead body But my satisfaction quickly disappear Until the next time I dream of massacre Satan will guide me forever The sacret face of god will be traked down |
|||
4. | Lethal Baptism | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
4. Lethal Baptism ----------------- Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body, Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur And it cries with despair and supplicates As it dissolves its sweet flesh See, Satan...Lethal Baptism for all children! Hopes for future generation disappear As the acid of our hate devours The last germs of their life Bools of bloodmixed acid on the ground, Another soulripped out of it’s spell Primeval innocence offered to supreme Lord See, incarnation of all Vices See, lethal Shadow Life-corupting Abomination And cause of total Degeneration... Lethal Baptism! Lethal Baptism! |
|||
5. | Succubus of All Vices | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
5. Succubus of all vices ------------------------ Born of the void as a female human, Sha was full of innocence and weakness (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Her own face soon betrayed her It was time for demoniac vengeance (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Then came her suicide to rejoin Satan, Her Father that teached her how to Fight the plague (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Now she is the mistress of sin Debauching the humans one by one They try hard to reset temptation Sometimes try praiyng gods (symbols of their feebleness) Her hatred is almighty and ubiquitous Always striking with a sweet brutality Victims are always chosen at random The race she once belonged to shall perish (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She spawned sins and blasphemies Incest, sodomy, rape,...her depraved mind created them all (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) The mistical whore will penetrate everybody Purity is scorned even if mankind keeps their dying faith (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She vermins that the vermin has stopped growing At kind of majestic infarificide (?) Men and womenkilling each other In the name of an invisible force Her spirit is a vagina which procreated the Evil Our Father Satan gave ger an immortal name Lilith. |
|||
6. | Inquisitors of Satan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
6. Inquisitors of Satan ------------------------ No place to hide, its time to suffer After the tracking come the tortures You’ll worship the Devil before you piss away Tremble at the thought of this unholy revenge The legions will catch each normal human being Why do they ask for weak values like mercy or tolerance? The answer to their miserable life is a painful death We will give you agony, you will give us pleasure Every form of religion shall be erased Disgusting weaklings must scream and cry (Scream and cry...) Let us show who’re strong in mind You’ll realize no one can help you (No one can help you...) It hurts atrociously you hope you’ll join the Heaven soon But your agony was so sweet compared with what comes next (Hell comes next...) Powerless belies are crushed in a storm of hate Your faith is changed to follow demoniac ways (Demoniac ways...) Bodies are tied to instruments of torture Demons are now eating the pitiful spirits that were inside (Inquisitors of Satan...) |
|||
7. | Decadence | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
7. Decadence ---------------- Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate forbidden practices, bearers of immortality Fell fascination for intense debauchery As a father rapes his daughter and son As women spread legs for goats and dogs Smash down the mortals of Christ Indulgein perverted practices, praise sins! Fill your body with the quintessence of Perversion! Nothing is vile enough, nothing too extreme, For beyond the limits of that which is grotesque Torture and pleasure, sperm comes with death See the face of Jesus so sad The sun of god cries for his legacy with tears of cum! Flout innocence!Spit on virtue! Their will is broken by humilation Burning crusifix penetrating virgin vaginas Scream of ecstasy! See the triumph of our Lord! As they all embrace Angel of Decadence! |
|||
38:10 |
Inquisitors of Satan
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | From Unknown Lands of Desolation | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
1. From Unknown Lands of Desolation ----------------------------------- Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely Noone believes in us We came from realms of Hell No eyes can see us We’re not made of flesh and blood In times past we reigned everywhere One day life emerged from the chaos We still dominate but this error must end The void shall swallow the decease Slowly but surely Changing from a dimention to another.. of being possession Out of the nihilistic kingdom to spread destruction An unseen invasion to conquer the spiled land...till total extinxion The human claim to rule their world They don’t even understand the meaning of death A black hole is eating each soul The ultimate desolation will supress life and prevail again Then there won’t be mistakes anymore The apotheosis of Satan approaches He who is inside of us |
|||
2. | Torture and Death | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
2. Torture and Death -------------------- I am the Evil in every form The demon you abandon yourself to. Hungry for a hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am your suicide I am the rope that strangles you I am the razor slashing your wrists I am the bullet going through your head I am the poison in your blood I am the wicked in every man, Delighted every at every morbid death For many years my name has been Decease I am the dictator, the tormentor you die for I am the executioner I am the hammer and the nails I am the gas that you breathe I am the fire consuming the flesh I am the axe that beheads No one will survive me Humanity is doomed under my reign The last breath of eternity Resistance is vain The child beater, the women raper, I’m the one that orders and command you The one that curses and destroys you For the final goal of Evil I am your master I am the very quintessence of Evil The Supreme Evil in the name of Devil I am you suicide, executioner I am your master...Satanas! |
|||
3. | Desecration Master | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
3. Desecration Master --------------------- Death is coming fast She’s my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I’m insane But I don’t want to be cured Relentessly I’m the desecration master In search of the ultra violence Addicted to the taste of blood Hunting prey certainly Relentessly I need to see and fell humans suffering Eyes full of fear imploring my mercy No need to use weapons that kill too fast I use my own hands to touch the petrified skin It’s almost possible to watch the light of life, Vanishing and turning into a fancus orgasm Ususally using rape for female creatures I ejaculate inside the dead body But my satisfaction quickly disappear Until the next time I dream of massacre Satan will guide me forever The sacret face of god will be traked down |
|||
4. | Lethal Baptism | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
4. Lethal Baptism ----------------- Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body, Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur And it cries with despair and supplicates As it dissolves its sweet flesh See, Satan...Lethal Baptism for all children! Hopes for future generation disappear As the acid of our hate devours The last germs of their life Bools of bloodmixed acid on the ground, Another soulripped out of it’s spell Primeval innocence offered to supreme Lord See, incarnation of all Vices See, lethal Shadow Life-corupting Abomination And cause of total Degeneration... Lethal Baptism! Lethal Baptism! |
|||
5. | Succubus of All Vices | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
5. Succubus of all vices ------------------------ Born of the void as a female human, Sha was full of innocence and weakness (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Her own face soon betrayed her It was time for demoniac vengeance (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Then came her suicide to rejoin Satan, Her Father that teached her how to Fight the plague (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Now she is the mistress of sin Debauching the humans one by one They try hard to reset temptation Sometimes try praiyng gods (symbols of their feebleness) Her hatred is almighty and ubiquitous Always striking with a sweet brutality Victims are always chosen at random The race she once belonged to shall perish (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She spawned sins and blasphemies Incest, sodomy, rape,...her depraved mind created them all (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) The mistical whore will penetrate everybody Purity is scorned even if mankind keeps their dying faith (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She vermins that the vermin has stopped growing At kind of majestic infarificide (?) Men and womenkilling each other In the name of an invisible force Her spirit is a vagina which procreated the Evil Our Father Satan gave ger an immortal name Lilith. |
|||
6. | Inquisitors of Satan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
6. Inquisitors of Satan ------------------------ No place to hide, its time to suffer After the tracking come the tortures You’ll worship the Devil before you piss away Tremble at the thought of this unholy revenge The legions will catch each normal human being Why do they ask for weak values like mercy or tolerance? The answer to their miserable life is a painful death We will give you agony, you will give us pleasure Every form of religion shall be erased Disgusting weaklings must scream and cry (Scream and cry...) Let us show who’re strong in mind You’ll realize no one can help you (No one can help you...) It hurts atrociously you hope you’ll join the Heaven soon But your agony was so sweet compared with what comes next (Hell comes next...) Powerless belies are crushed in a storm of hate Your faith is changed to follow demoniac ways (Demoniac ways...) Bodies are tied to instruments of torture Demons are now eating the pitiful spirits that were inside (Inquisitors of Satan...) |
|||
7. | Decadence | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
7. Decadence ---------------- Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate forbidden practices, bearers of immortality Fell fascination for intense debauchery As a father rapes his daughter and son As women spread legs for goats and dogs Smash down the mortals of Christ Indulgein perverted practices, praise sins! Fill your body with the quintessence of Perversion! Nothing is vile enough, nothing too extreme, For beyond the limits of that which is grotesque Torture and pleasure, sperm comes with death See the face of Jesus so sad The sun of god cries for his legacy with tears of cum! Flout innocence!Spit on virtue! Their will is broken by humilation Burning crusifix penetrating virgin vaginas Scream of ecstasy! See the triumph of our Lord! As they all embrace Angel of Decadence! |
|||
38:10 |
Inquisitors of Satan
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | From Unknown Lands of Desolation | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
1. From Unknown Lands of Desolation ----------------------------------- Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely Noone believes in us We came from realms of Hell No eyes can see us We’re not made of flesh and blood In times past we reigned everywhere One day life emerged from the chaos We still dominate but this error must end The void shall swallow the decease Slowly but surely Changing from a dimention to another.. of being possession Out of the nihilistic kingdom to spread destruction An unseen invasion to conquer the spiled land...till total extinxion The human claim to rule their world They don’t even understand the meaning of death A black hole is eating each soul The ultimate desolation will supress life and prevail again Then there won’t be mistakes anymore The apotheosis of Satan approaches He who is inside of us |
|||
2. | Torture and Death | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
2. Torture and Death -------------------- I am the Evil in every form The demon you abandon yourself to. Hungry for a hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am your suicide I am the rope that strangles you I am the razor slashing your wrists I am the bullet going through your head I am the poison in your blood I am the wicked in every man, Delighted every at every morbid death For many years my name has been Decease I am the dictator, the tormentor you die for I am the executioner I am the hammer and the nails I am the gas that you breathe I am the fire consuming the flesh I am the axe that beheads No one will survive me Humanity is doomed under my reign The last breath of eternity Resistance is vain The child beater, the women raper, I’m the one that orders and command you The one that curses and destroys you For the final goal of Evil I am your master I am the very quintessence of Evil The Supreme Evil in the name of Devil I am you suicide, executioner I am your master...Satanas! |
|||
3. | Desecration Master | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
3. Desecration Master --------------------- Death is coming fast She’s my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I’m insane But I don’t want to be cured Relentessly I’m the desecration master In search of the ultra violence Addicted to the taste of blood Hunting prey certainly Relentessly I need to see and fell humans suffering Eyes full of fear imploring my mercy No need to use weapons that kill too fast I use my own hands to touch the petrified skin It’s almost possible to watch the light of life, Vanishing and turning into a fancus orgasm Ususally using rape for female creatures I ejaculate inside the dead body But my satisfaction quickly disappear Until the next time I dream of massacre Satan will guide me forever The sacret face of god will be traked down |
|||
4. | Lethal Baptism | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
4. Lethal Baptism ----------------- Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body, Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur And it cries with despair and supplicates As it dissolves its sweet flesh See, Satan...Lethal Baptism for all children! Hopes for future generation disappear As the acid of our hate devours The last germs of their life Bools of bloodmixed acid on the ground, Another soulripped out of it’s spell Primeval innocence offered to supreme Lord See, incarnation of all Vices See, lethal Shadow Life-corupting Abomination And cause of total Degeneration... Lethal Baptism! Lethal Baptism! |
|||
5. | Succubus of All Vices | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
5. Succubus of all vices ------------------------ Born of the void as a female human, Sha was full of innocence and weakness (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Her own face soon betrayed her It was time for demoniac vengeance (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Then came her suicide to rejoin Satan, Her Father that teached her how to Fight the plague (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Now she is the mistress of sin Debauching the humans one by one They try hard to reset temptation Sometimes try praiyng gods (symbols of their feebleness) Her hatred is almighty and ubiquitous Always striking with a sweet brutality Victims are always chosen at random The race she once belonged to shall perish (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She spawned sins and blasphemies Incest, sodomy, rape,...her depraved mind created them all (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) The mistical whore will penetrate everybody Purity is scorned even if mankind keeps their dying faith (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She vermins that the vermin has stopped growing At kind of majestic infarificide (?) Men and womenkilling each other In the name of an invisible force Her spirit is a vagina which procreated the Evil Our Father Satan gave ger an immortal name Lilith. |
|||
6. | Inquisitors of Satan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
6. Inquisitors of Satan ------------------------ No place to hide, its time to suffer After the tracking come the tortures You’ll worship the Devil before you piss away Tremble at the thought of this unholy revenge The legions will catch each normal human being Why do they ask for weak values like mercy or tolerance? The answer to their miserable life is a painful death We will give you agony, you will give us pleasure Every form of religion shall be erased Disgusting weaklings must scream and cry (Scream and cry...) Let us show who’re strong in mind You’ll realize no one can help you (No one can help you...) It hurts atrociously you hope you’ll join the Heaven soon But your agony was so sweet compared with what comes next (Hell comes next...) Powerless belies are crushed in a storm of hate Your faith is changed to follow demoniac ways (Demoniac ways...) Bodies are tied to instruments of torture Demons are now eating the pitiful spirits that were inside (Inquisitors of Satan...) |
|||
7. | Decadence | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
7. Decadence ---------------- Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate forbidden practices, bearers of immortality Fell fascination for intense debauchery As a father rapes his daughter and son As women spread legs for goats and dogs Smash down the mortals of Christ Indulgein perverted practices, praise sins! Fill your body with the quintessence of Perversion! Nothing is vile enough, nothing too extreme, For beyond the limits of that which is grotesque Torture and pleasure, sperm comes with death See the face of Jesus so sad The sun of god cries for his legacy with tears of cum! Flout innocence!Spit on virtue! Their will is broken by humilation Burning crusifix penetrating virgin vaginas Scream of ecstasy! See the triumph of our Lord! As they all embrace Angel of Decadence! |
|||
38:10 |
Inquisitors of Satan
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | From Unknown Lands of Desolation | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
1. From Unknown Lands of Desolation ----------------------------------- Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely Noone believes in us We came from realms of Hell No eyes can see us We’re not made of flesh and blood In times past we reigned everywhere One day life emerged from the chaos We still dominate but this error must end The void shall swallow the decease Slowly but surely Changing from a dimention to another.. of being possession Out of the nihilistic kingdom to spread destruction An unseen invasion to conquer the spiled land...till total extinxion The human claim to rule their world They don’t even understand the meaning of death A black hole is eating each soul The ultimate desolation will supress life and prevail again Then there won’t be mistakes anymore The apotheosis of Satan approaches He who is inside of us |
|||
2. | Torture and Death | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
2. Torture and Death -------------------- I am the Evil in every form The demon you abandon yourself to. Hungry for a hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am your suicide I am the rope that strangles you I am the razor slashing your wrists I am the bullet going through your head I am the poison in your blood I am the wicked in every man, Delighted every at every morbid death For many years my name has been Decease I am the dictator, the tormentor you die for I am the executioner I am the hammer and the nails I am the gas that you breathe I am the fire consuming the flesh I am the axe that beheads No one will survive me Humanity is doomed under my reign The last breath of eternity Resistance is vain The child beater, the women raper, I’m the one that orders and command you The one that curses and destroys you For the final goal of Evil I am your master I am the very quintessence of Evil The Supreme Evil in the name of Devil I am you suicide, executioner I am your master...Satanas! |
|||
3. | Desecration Master | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
3. Desecration Master --------------------- Death is coming fast She’s my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I’m insane But I don’t want to be cured Relentessly I’m the desecration master In search of the ultra violence Addicted to the taste of blood Hunting prey certainly Relentessly I need to see and fell humans suffering Eyes full of fear imploring my mercy No need to use weapons that kill too fast I use my own hands to touch the petrified skin It’s almost possible to watch the light of life, Vanishing and turning into a fancus orgasm Ususally using rape for female creatures I ejaculate inside the dead body But my satisfaction quickly disappear Until the next time I dream of massacre Satan will guide me forever The sacret face of god will be traked down |
|||
4. | Lethal Baptism | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
4. Lethal Baptism ----------------- Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body, Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur And it cries with despair and supplicates As it dissolves its sweet flesh See, Satan...Lethal Baptism for all children! Hopes for future generation disappear As the acid of our hate devours The last germs of their life Bools of bloodmixed acid on the ground, Another soulripped out of it’s spell Primeval innocence offered to supreme Lord See, incarnation of all Vices See, lethal Shadow Life-corupting Abomination And cause of total Degeneration... Lethal Baptism! Lethal Baptism! |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Succubus of All Vices | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
5. Succubus of all vices ------------------------ Born of the void as a female human, Sha was full of innocence and weakness (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Her own face soon betrayed her It was time for demoniac vengeance (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Then came her suicide to rejoin Satan, Her Father that teached her how to Fight the plague (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Now she is the mistress of sin Debauching the humans one by one They try hard to reset temptation Sometimes try praiyng gods (symbols of their feebleness) Her hatred is almighty and ubiquitous Always striking with a sweet brutality Victims are always chosen at random The race she once belonged to shall perish (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She spawned sins and blasphemies Incest, sodomy, rape,...her depraved mind created them all (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) The mistical whore will penetrate everybody Purity is scorned even if mankind keeps their dying faith (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She vermins that the vermin has stopped growing At kind of majestic infarificide (?) Men and womenkilling each other In the name of an invisible force Her spirit is a vagina which procreated the Evil Our Father Satan gave ger an immortal name Lilith. |
|||
6. | Inquisitors of Satan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
6. Inquisitors of Satan ------------------------ No place to hide, its time to suffer After the tracking come the tortures You’ll worship the Devil before you piss away Tremble at the thought of this unholy revenge The legions will catch each normal human being Why do they ask for weak values like mercy or tolerance? The answer to their miserable life is a painful death We will give you agony, you will give us pleasure Every form of religion shall be erased Disgusting weaklings must scream and cry (Scream and cry...) Let us show who’re strong in mind You’ll realize no one can help you (No one can help you...) It hurts atrociously you hope you’ll join the Heaven soon But your agony was so sweet compared with what comes next (Hell comes next...) Powerless belies are crushed in a storm of hate Your faith is changed to follow demoniac ways (Demoniac ways...) Bodies are tied to instruments of torture Demons are now eating the pitiful spirits that were inside (Inquisitors of Satan...) |
|||
7. | Decadence | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
7. Decadence ---------------- Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate forbidden practices, bearers of immortality Fell fascination for intense debauchery As a father rapes his daughter and son As women spread legs for goats and dogs Smash down the mortals of Christ Indulgein perverted practices, praise sins! Fill your body with the quintessence of Perversion! Nothing is vile enough, nothing too extreme, For beyond the limits of that which is grotesque Torture and pleasure, sperm comes with death See the face of Jesus so sad The sun of god cries for his legacy with tears of cum! Flout innocence!Spit on virtue! Their will is broken by humilation Burning crusifix penetrating virgin vaginas Scream of ecstasy! See the triumph of our Lord! As they all embrace Angel of Decadence! |
|||
38:10 |
Inquisitors of Satan
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | From Unknown Lands of Desolation | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
1. From Unknown Lands of Desolation ----------------------------------- Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely Noone believes in us We came from realms of Hell No eyes can see us We’re not made of flesh and blood In times past we reigned everywhere One day life emerged from the chaos We still dominate but this error must end The void shall swallow the decease Slowly but surely Changing from a dimention to another.. of being possession Out of the nihilistic kingdom to spread destruction An unseen invasion to conquer the spiled land...till total extinxion The human claim to rule their world They don’t even understand the meaning of death A black hole is eating each soul The ultimate desolation will supress life and prevail again Then there won’t be mistakes anymore The apotheosis of Satan approaches He who is inside of us |
|||
2. | Torture and Death | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
2. Torture and Death -------------------- I am the Evil in every form The demon you abandon yourself to. Hungry for a hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am your suicide I am the rope that strangles you I am the razor slashing your wrists I am the bullet going through your head I am the poison in your blood I am the wicked in every man, Delighted every at every morbid death For many years my name has been Decease I am the dictator, the tormentor you die for I am the executioner I am the hammer and the nails I am the gas that you breathe I am the fire consuming the flesh I am the axe that beheads No one will survive me Humanity is doomed under my reign The last breath of eternity Resistance is vain The child beater, the women raper, I’m the one that orders and command you The one that curses and destroys you For the final goal of Evil I am your master I am the very quintessence of Evil The Supreme Evil in the name of Devil I am you suicide, executioner I am your master...Satanas! |
|||
3. | Desecration Master | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
3. Desecration Master --------------------- Death is coming fast She’s my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I’m insane But I don’t want to be cured Relentessly I’m the desecration master In search of the ultra violence Addicted to the taste of blood Hunting prey certainly Relentessly I need to see and fell humans suffering Eyes full of fear imploring my mercy No need to use weapons that kill too fast I use my own hands to touch the petrified skin It’s almost possible to watch the light of life, Vanishing and turning into a fancus orgasm Ususally using rape for female creatures I ejaculate inside the dead body But my satisfaction quickly disappear Until the next time I dream of massacre Satan will guide me forever The sacret face of god will be traked down |
|||
4. | Lethal Baptism | 03:51 | Show lyrics |
4. Lethal Baptism ----------------- Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body, Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur And it cries with despair and supplicates As it dissolves its sweet flesh See, Satan...Lethal Baptism for all children! Hopes for future generation disappear As the acid of our hate devours The last germs of their life Bools of bloodmixed acid on the ground, Another soulripped out of it’s spell Primeval innocence offered to supreme Lord See, incarnation of all Vices See, lethal Shadow Life-corupting Abomination And cause of total Degeneration... Lethal Baptism! Lethal Baptism! |
|||
5. | Succubus of All Vices | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
5. Succubus of all vices ------------------------ Born of the void as a female human, Sha was full of innocence and weakness (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Her own face soon betrayed her It was time for demoniac vengeance (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Then came her suicide to rejoin Satan, Her Father that teached her how to Fight the plague (Lust...Pain...mother of perversion) Now she is the mistress of sin Debauching the humans one by one They try hard to reset temptation Sometimes try praiyng gods (symbols of their feebleness) Her hatred is almighty and ubiquitous Always striking with a sweet brutality Victims are always chosen at random The race she once belonged to shall perish (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She spawned sins and blasphemies Incest, sodomy, rape,...her depraved mind created them all (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) The mistical whore will penetrate everybody Purity is scorned even if mankind keeps their dying faith (Lust...Pain...succubus of all vices) She vermins that the vermin has stopped growing At kind of majestic infarificide (?) Men and womenkilling each other In the name of an invisible force Her spirit is a vagina which procreated the Evil Our Father Satan gave ger an immortal name Lilith. |
|||
6. | Inquisitors of Satan | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
6. Inquisitors of Satan ------------------------ No place to hide, its time to suffer After the tracking come the tortures You’ll worship the Devil before you piss away Tremble at the thought of this unholy revenge The legions will catch each normal human being Why do they ask for weak values like mercy or tolerance? The answer to their miserable life is a painful death We will give you agony, you will give us pleasure Every form of religion shall be erased Disgusting weaklings must scream and cry (Scream and cry...) Let us show who’re strong in mind You’ll realize no one can help you (No one can help you...) It hurts atrociously you hope you’ll join the Heaven soon But your agony was so sweet compared with what comes next (Hell comes next...) Powerless belies are crushed in a storm of hate Your faith is changed to follow demoniac ways (Demoniac ways...) Bodies are tied to instruments of torture Demons are now eating the pitiful spirits that were inside (Inquisitors of Satan...) |
|||
7. | Decadence | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
7. Decadence ---------------- Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate forbidden practices, bearers of immortality Fell fascination for intense debauchery As a father rapes his daughter and son As women spread legs for goats and dogs Smash down the mortals of Christ Indulgein perverted practices, praise sins! Fill your body with the quintessence of Perversion! Nothing is vile enough, nothing too extreme, For beyond the limits of that which is grotesque Torture and pleasure, sperm comes with death See the face of Jesus so sad The sun of god cries for his legacy with tears of cum! Flout innocence!Spit on virtue! Their will is broken by humilation Burning crusifix penetrating virgin vaginas Scream of ecstasy! See the triumph of our Lord! As they all embrace Angel of Decadence! |
|||
38:24 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
7. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
8. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
9. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
10. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
11. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
12. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
13. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
01:17:39 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
36:25 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
2. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
3. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
4. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
6. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
7. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
41:14 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
7. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
8. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
9. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
10. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
11. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
12. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
13. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
01:17:39 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
7. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
8. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
9. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
10. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
11. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
12. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
13. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
01:17:39 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
36:25 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
2. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
3. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
4. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
6. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
7. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
41:14 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
36:25 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
2. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
3. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
4. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
6. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
7. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
41:14 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
7. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
8. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
9. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
10. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
11. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:45 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
12. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
13. | Malign Paradigm | 03:40 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
01:17:45 |
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | First Prayer | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur, quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit. Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the Lord, praise, O servants of the Lord...We will sing a new song to thee, O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope... |
|||
2. | Sola Fide I | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe. All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Exercise upon me all your rights. I spit on Christ’s redemption and to it I shall renounce. My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner. My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion. Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that’d enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us. "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" |
|||
3. | Sola Fide II | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine The least traces of the consolation of Eden Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not one.... For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity. The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased... forevermore. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him. And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given us Some rejoice of the children’s innocence and smiles Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ, swollen by arrogance and lust Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me" What’s more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life itself? Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of heaven When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins and the glory of Hell The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him... Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant? Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna! "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact that it is the direct speech of god to man" Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Seest thou how faith wrought with his works And by works was faith made perfect? Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. My god and lord of this earth, you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts. Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? |
|||
4. | Second Prayer | 04:41 | Show lyrics |
Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order They shall grow to columns of the holy lair That which harbours the dragon with seven heads. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. How long will ye halt between two opinions? Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God! Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse. Ita est putrefactio Dei similes, sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum |
|||
5. | Blessed Are the Dead Whiche Dye in the Lorde | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike Do not cease until the Baptist collects Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice ... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law The law of man is His presence and dominion... We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? We will submit ourselves unto Him And henceforth walk in His ways And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath doen unto me? |
|||
6. | Hétoïmasia | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
Hearken, thou, until I relate things that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world, for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of what they do, but all will court the assassination of Christ’s redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed For man is the key and man is the device And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the unborn Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some others do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow from child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom. Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His venue? What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in their claws! |
|||
7. | Third Prayer | 03:57 | Show lyrics |
Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend: The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him and He will make them know His covenant. Amen. Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master to please men and not to serve in secrecy. Amen. Blessed is he that maketh the blinde to goe oute of hys waye. Amen. Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man, and taketh manne for his defence, and in his harte goeth from the Lorde. The lord prevails. Amen. Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude. Amen. Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men. Amen. |
|||
8. | Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice The monument of a deceiving spirit Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father Thou that acknowledgest the son, do not deny the father Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law Do not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation. Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin And of unearthly virtues. It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David, That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice: Before Abraham was I am Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice Drink from the grail He sanctified when The frail saviour failed to raise up The destroyed temple in three days And open your purged mind To Divine Oracles: May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith. Si Monumentum Requires, Circumspice I shall descend in humiliation before Thee And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore Sound these tremendous words Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come! |
|||
9. | Odivm Nostrvm | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3 Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Spare nothing, spare no one Oppressive heat, intense flavour From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the macrocosm We are all waiting for the releasing hour Praise the God of our salvation; Hosts on high, His power proclaim Odium Oh Merciless Hatred; Burn the Me in me, And thus every cell of humanity. May the essence of impurity redeem my soul Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Odium, we offer unto Thee. Young and old, Thy praise expressing, In glad homage bend the knee. All demons in hell adore Thee; We would bow before Thy throne. As His angels serve before Thee, So on earth Thy will be done. Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name which is above every name: That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the glory of Satan our Master. |
|||
10. | Jvbilate Deo (O Be Joyfvl in the Lord) | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
From the Thirteen Apostles men Pregnant nymphets hast they become Defiled with divine faeces; Despicable rot, tortured flesh Those eyes have witnessed. Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer’s holy essence Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness; Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled Those eyes were deceived. Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Born with the ability of begetting Only but One gift were she granted To excrete a new humanity unwanted Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within Those eyes have sinned. Praise the Lord in His benevolence For the disadvantage and their simplicity Rape, incest, and insouciance Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency Those eyes lied zealously Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found Those eyes were blind Under the altar of cannibalism Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism And without pride mourned the loss of freedom, Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom Those eyes saw wisdom Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord! This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Inter spem et metum Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord. |
|||
11. | Carnal Malefactor | 11:44 | Show lyrics |
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down... Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely Vinegar stills your child’s thirst? You’d implore to harbour his torment in your chest... To make his burden yours, but... Sacrilege! Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will When even your glance should never leave the soil? There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb With a candle in reverential contemplation And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity... He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption The lactiferous Beast subjugated reason to appetite Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste, For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus Angel prick and holy semen, And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike Seduced by the father and seducing the son There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility... O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. |
|||
12. | Drink the Devil’s Blood | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Come to Him in belief, accept truth as lies and lies as truth Does the first candle burn or is it ashen cold? Grace or Damnation? Come to Him in belief, and see not the secret of Heaven But of earth; a prodigy of great magnitude. Drink the Devil’s Blood Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... This funeral bell and its sacred sound Haunting always and no more peace Nor redemption, but moribund ecstasy... And the glory to serve as one among many Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas medii Drink the Devil’s Blood: Necessitas praecepti Holy essence that consumes even the stars Drink the Devil’s Blood Drink and become the poison of earth and man Drink the Devil’s Blood and become One of His million hands; One of His million eyes One of His million brains shining with utmost devotion A molecule of The One with many faces While of thy soul remains but ashes cold... |
|||
13. | Malign Paradigm | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est. | |||
01:17:39 |
From the Entrails to the Dirt
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Mütiilation | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals, All instruments |
Antaeus | |
LSK (R.I.P. 2013) | Bass |
ZvN | Drums |
Servus | Guitars |
MkM | Vocals |
Set | Guitars |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Malicious Secrets | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals |
X Daemon | Bass, Guitars, Vocals (backing), Lyrics |
Mallory Julia | Drums |
TND | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Drakh | Lyrics (Antaeus) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Meyhna’ch | Recording |
Ludovic Tournier | Recording, (Drums), Mastering |
Meyhna’ch | Recording, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Disc 1 (7") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Malicious Secrets - Part I: Interior Crack Psycho Angel Bitch | 06:08 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Antaeus - Gates to the Outside | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Gates to the Outside (lyrics by Drakh) Once when Mastery returned to reside In Prince Death’s darkly curtained halls, Canst thou remember the glorious night? Didst thou not answer Him as He calleth? Dancing in line, all His acolytes and priests, The One above all, dread Grand Archgod of Prey Hath been conjured to rise in their midnight speeches So together we walked Walked that nethermost path, one that leadeth to the outside Behynde where monuments of vanished days layeth wayste Through the gateway of shadows, where resistance is in vain, To take Him home... Ruler fixes His stare so blind, Painfull to the eye and mynde, Conquering the worlds in flight, Plague and Madness to Mankind... The Gate to the Outside was open too long x IV |
|||
09:08 | |||
Disc 2 (10") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Malicious Secrets - Part II: Rejection and Raising Perdition Blaze | 06:26 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Mütiilation - My Way (Frank Sinatra cover) | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I’ll say it clear; I’ll state my case of which I’m certain. I’ve lived a life that’s full - I’ve travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets? I’ve had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way. I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried, I’ve had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that, And may I say, not in a shy way - Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way. For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way. Yes, it was my way. |
|||
3. | Mütiilation - Tears of a Melancholic Vampire | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
A cold night with terrifying shadows Buried by centuries of oblivion Horrible, ancient and dark Death winds surround me Dwelling in this forgotten grave In these endless torments Beyond the mysteries of mankind Frightening and grimly real Draped in torn dusty rags I awake from the earth Deathly cold Deathly pale Night Evil Blood is mine Searching for blood across the night My soul has died some years ago From the dust covered tombstone The funeral yells of the Eternal Eternal is the essence of evil Immortal is now my cold corpse Through the funeral mist I wander Far from the feeble mortal I walk in the mist as an inhuman creature The fog of death surrounds my corpse Night hides a so beautiful realm ignored from humans Night breeds the abomination of sin as real as death And by the light of the moon shine my dead eyes Hear the call of a melancholic vampire far, so far And in my coffin Missing human blood in my throat Through eternities of sorrow I keep on hating Dwelling through the tombs Above the humans Beyond any time Cold, forgotten and alone By some cold rainy night You can see A gaunt face covered with tears Deathly cold Deathly pale |
|||
17:30 | |||
Disc 3 (12") | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Malicious Secrets - Part III: Send Me to Hell Day of Wine and Thorns | 07:32 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
2. | Deathspell Omega - Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:43 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself??? Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
27:15 |
From the Entrails to the Dirt
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mütiilation | |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals, All instruments |
Antaeus | |
Servus | Guitars |
MkM | Vocals |
LSK (R.I.P. 2013) | Bass |
Set | Guitars |
ZvN | Drums |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Malicious Secrets | |
X Daemon | Guitars, Vocals (backing), Lyrics, Bass |
Meyhna’ch | Vocals |
Mallory Julia | Drums |
TND | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Drakh | Lyrics (Antaeus) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Meyhna’ch | Recording |
Ludovic Tournier | Recording, (Drums), Mastering |
Meyhna’ch | Recording, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Malicious Secrets - Part I: Interior Crack Psycho Angel Bitch | 06:08 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Malicious Secrets - Part II: Rejection and Raising Perdition Blaze | 06:26 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Malicious Secrets - Part III: Send Me to Hell Day of Wine and Thorns | 07:32 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Antaeus - Gates to the Outside | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
Gates to the Outside (lyrics by Drakh) Once when Mastery returned to reside In Prince Death’s darkly curtained halls, Canst thou remember the glorious night? Didst thou not answer Him as He calleth? Dancing in line, all His acolytes and priests, The One above all, dread Grand Archgod of Prey Hath been conjured to rise in their midnight speeches So together we walked Walked that nethermost path, one that leadeth to the outside Behynde where monuments of vanished days layeth wayste Through the gateway of shadows, where resistance is in vain, To take Him home... Ruler fixes His stare so blind, Painfull to the eye and mynde, Conquering the worlds in flight, Plague and Madness to Mankind... The Gate to the Outside was open too long x IV |
|||
5. | Mütiilation - My Way (Frank Sinatra cover) | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
And now, the end is near, And so I face the final curtain. My friends, I’ll say it clear; I’ll state my case of which I’m certain. I’ve lived a life that’s full - I’ve travelled each and every highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets? I’ve had a few, But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course - Each careful step along the byway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew, When I bit off more than I could chew, But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way. I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried, I’ve had my fill - my share of losing. But now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that, And may I say, not in a shy way - Oh no. Oh no, not me. I did it my way. For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself - Then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows And did it my way. Yes, it was my way. |
|||
6. | Mütiilation - Tears of a Melancholic Vampire | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
A cold night with terrifying shadows Buried by centuries of oblivion Horrible, ancient and dark Death winds surround me Dwelling in this forgotten grave In these endless torments Beyond the mysteries of mankind Frightening and grimly real Draped in torn dusty rags I awake from the earth Deathly cold Deathly pale Night Evil Blood is mine Searching for blood across the night My soul has died some years ago From the dust covered tombstone The funeral yells of the Eternal Eternal is the essence of evil Immortal is now my cold corpse Through the funeral mist I wander Far from the feeble mortal I walk in the mist as an inhuman creature The fog of death surrounds my corpse Night hides a so beautiful realm ignored from humans Night breeds the abomination of sin as real as death And by the light of the moon shine my dead eyes Hear the call of a melancholic vampire far, so far And in my coffin Missing human blood in my throat Through eternities of sorrow I keep on hating Dwelling through the tombs Above the humans Beyond any time Cold, forgotten and alone By some cold rainy night You can see A gaunt face covered with tears Deathly cold Deathly pale |
|||
7. | Deathspell Omega - Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:43 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself??? Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
53:53 |
Kénôse
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | I | 15:45 | Show lyrics |
« Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality. » Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ’s abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? Obedience to the point of death, falling down through increasing Pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. « And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. » Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendour. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the exinanition of divine attributes the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world. Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? « For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man » In Visceribus... A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD? « In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires... » Art thou working on collective deliverance? Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child... Vacillating faith, thine salvific virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgement. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown. The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: « Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling... » |
|||
2. | II | 11:25 | Show lyrics |
(In abstracto... ... Echange du Vide Ecce lignum Crucis, In quo salus mundi pependit) Therefore, God honors the sword so highly That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then No more man’s hand, but God’s, and it is not man, But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights All these are His work and His judgments... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, Filling the void of purity gone instantly... Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death, An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast, Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament ... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason’s spite, is my pride... War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Execution, Be sacred, agent of divine Providence! Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself Adam’s descent into materiality, May it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, May it be questioned... If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, Perceive the two faces of the Divine And shed the just, divine retribution Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria (Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn bestürmt, Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört... “L’Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène pas seulement dans les cimetières Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer, Et Il dit Lui-même que le feu marche devant Sa Face!”) Microcosm, The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance, A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul... Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned And that this is their only means of Salvation Means of... Salvation! Thesaurus Ecclesiae The memory of a stagnant and somber vale Inhabited by ethereal purity, Violet and blood-red crucifixes, Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation To thine lips, and drink with confidence... Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes? |
|||
3. | III | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, So astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, Each and every second, They defuse each other in such a perfect manner, Equaling the most inscrutable of all Silences Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, Celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude The fruit that is forbidden Holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit Ritualized and Immanent... The pursuit of perversity, is it not but a mask On the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity Or the vilest of everlasting torments ... No man can see Me and live! “Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt” May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia? And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... (Consummatum est “Nous n’avons pas d’autre moyen que la douleur Pour sentir notre proper existence spirituelle et divine; Nous n’en avons pas d’autre pour la fair sentire à nos semblables” “And we have the prophetic word made more sure You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place, Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” - 2 Peter 1:19) |
|||
36:19 |
Kénôse
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | I | 15:45 | Show lyrics |
« Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality. » Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ’s abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? Obedience to the point of death, falling down through increasing Pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. « And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. » Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendour. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the exinanition of divine attributes the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world. Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? « For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man » In Visceribus... A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD? « In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires... » Art thou working on collective deliverance? Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child... Vacillating faith, thine salvific virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgement. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown. The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: « Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling... » |
|||
Side B | |||
2. | II | 11:25 | Show lyrics |
(In abstracto... ... Echange du Vide Ecce lignum Crucis, In quo salus mundi pependit) Therefore, God honors the sword so highly That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then No more man’s hand, but God’s, and it is not man, But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights All these are His work and His judgments... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, Filling the void of purity gone instantly... Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death, An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast, Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament ... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason’s spite, is my pride... War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Execution, Be sacred, agent of divine Providence! Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself Adam’s descent into materiality, May it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, May it be questioned... If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, Perceive the two faces of the Divine And shed the just, divine retribution Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria (Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn bestürmt, Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört... “L’Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène pas seulement dans les cimetières Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer, Et Il dit Lui-même que le feu marche devant Sa Face!”) Microcosm, The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance, A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul... Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned And that this is their only means of Salvation Means of... Salvation! Thesaurus Ecclesiae The memory of a stagnant and somber vale Inhabited by ethereal purity, Violet and blood-red crucifixes, Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation To thine lips, and drink with confidence... Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes? |
|||
3. | III | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, So astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, Each and every second, They defuse each other in such a perfect manner, Equaling the most inscrutable of all Silences Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, Celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude The fruit that is forbidden Holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit Ritualized and Immanent... The pursuit of perversity, is it not but a mask On the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity Or the vilest of everlasting torments ... No man can see Me and live! “Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt” May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia? And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... (Consummatum est “Nous n’avons pas d’autre moyen que la douleur Pour sentir notre proper existence spirituelle et divine; Nous n’en avons pas d’autre pour la fair sentire à nos semblables” “And we have the prophetic word made more sure You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place, Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” - 2 Peter 1:19) |
|||
36:19 |
Kénôse
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | I | 15:45 | Show lyrics |
« Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality. » Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ’s abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? Obedience to the point of death, falling down through increasing Pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. « And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. » Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendour. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the exinanition of divine attributes the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world. Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? « For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man » In Visceribus... A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD? « In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires... » Art thou working on collective deliverance? Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child... Vacillating faith, thine salvific virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgement. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown. The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: « Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling... » |
|||
2. | II | 11:25 | Show lyrics |
(In abstracto... ... Echange du Vide Ecce lignum Crucis, In quo salus mundi pependit) Therefore, God honors the sword so highly That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then No more man’s hand, but God’s, and it is not man, But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights All these are His work and His judgments... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, Filling the void of purity gone instantly... Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death, An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast, Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament ... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason’s spite, is my pride... War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Execution, Be sacred, agent of divine Providence! Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself Adam’s descent into materiality, May it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, May it be questioned... If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, Perceive the two faces of the Divine And shed the just, divine retribution Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria (Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn bestürmt, Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört... “L’Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène pas seulement dans les cimetières Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer, Et Il dit Lui-même que le feu marche devant Sa Face!”) Microcosm, The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance, A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul... Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned And that this is their only means of Salvation Means of... Salvation! Thesaurus Ecclesiae The memory of a stagnant and somber vale Inhabited by ethereal purity, Violet and blood-red crucifixes, Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation To thine lips, and drink with confidence... Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes? |
|||
3. | III | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, So astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, Each and every second, They defuse each other in such a perfect manner, Equaling the most inscrutable of all Silences Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, Celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude The fruit that is forbidden Holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit Ritualized and Immanent... The pursuit of perversity, is it not but a mask On the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity Or the vilest of everlasting torments ... No man can see Me and live! “Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt” May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia? And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... (Consummatum est “Nous n’avons pas d’autre moyen que la douleur Pour sentir notre proper existence spirituelle et divine; Nous n’en avons pas d’autre pour la fair sentire à nos semblables” “And we have the prophetic word made more sure You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place, Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” - 2 Peter 1:19) |
|||
36:19 |
Kénôse
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | I | 15:45 | Show lyrics |
« Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality. » Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ’s abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? Obedience to the point of death, falling down through increasing Pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. « And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. » Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendour. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the exinanition of divine attributes the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world. Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? « For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man » In Visceribus... A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD? « In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires... » Art thou working on collective deliverance? Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child... Vacillating faith, thine salvific virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgement. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown. The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: « Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling... » |
|||
2. | II | 11:25 | Show lyrics |
(In abstracto... ... Echange du Vide Ecce lignum Crucis, In quo salus mundi pependit) Therefore, God honors the sword so highly That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then No more man’s hand, but God’s, and it is not man, But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights All these are His work and His judgments... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, Filling the void of purity gone instantly... Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death, An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast, Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament ... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason’s spite, is my pride... War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Execution, Be sacred, agent of divine Providence! Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself Adam’s descent into materiality, May it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, May it be questioned... If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, Perceive the two faces of the Divine And shed the just, divine retribution Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria (Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn bestürmt, Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört... “L’Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène pas seulement dans les cimetières Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer, Et Il dit Lui-même que le feu marche devant Sa Face!”) Microcosm, The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance, A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul... Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned And that this is their only means of Salvation Means of... Salvation! Thesaurus Ecclesiae The memory of a stagnant and somber vale Inhabited by ethereal purity, Violet and blood-red crucifixes, Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation To thine lips, and drink with confidence... Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes? |
|||
3. | III | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, So astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, Each and every second, They defuse each other in such a perfect manner, Equaling the most inscrutable of all Silences Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, Celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude The fruit that is forbidden Holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit Ritualized and Immanent... The pursuit of perversity, is it not but a mask On the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity Or the vilest of everlasting torments ... No man can see Me and live! “Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt” May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia? And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... (Consummatum est “Nous n’avons pas d’autre moyen que la douleur Pour sentir notre proper existence spirituelle et divine; Nous n’en avons pas d’autre pour la fair sentire à nos semblables” “And we have the prophetic word made more sure You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place, Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” - 2 Peter 1:19) |
|||
36:19 |
Kénôse
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A - A | |||
1. | I | 15:45 | Show lyrics |
« Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality. » Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ’s abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? Obedience to the point of death, falling down through increasing Pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. « And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. » Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendour. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the exinanition of divine attributes the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world. Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? « For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man » In Visceribus... A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD? « In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires... » Art thou working on collective deliverance? Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child... Vacillating faith, thine salvific virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgement. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown. The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: « Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling... » |
|||
Side B - O | |||
2. | II | 11:25 | Show lyrics |
(In abstracto... ... Echange du Vide Ecce lignum Crucis, In quo salus mundi pependit) Therefore, God honors the sword so highly That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then No more man’s hand, but God’s, and it is not man, But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights All these are His work and His judgments... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, Filling the void of purity gone instantly... Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death, An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast, Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament ... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason’s spite, is my pride... War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Execution, Be sacred, agent of divine Providence! Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself Adam’s descent into materiality, May it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, May it be questioned... If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, Perceive the two faces of the Divine And shed the just, divine retribution Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria (Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn bestürmt, Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört... “L’Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène pas seulement dans les cimetières Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer, Et Il dit Lui-même que le feu marche devant Sa Face!”) Microcosm, The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance, A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul... Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned And that this is their only means of Salvation Means of... Salvation! Thesaurus Ecclesiae The memory of a stagnant and somber vale Inhabited by ethereal purity, Violet and blood-red crucifixes, Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation To thine lips, and drink with confidence... Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes? |
|||
3. | III | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, So astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, Each and every second, They defuse each other in such a perfect manner, Equaling the most inscrutable of all Silences Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, Celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude The fruit that is forbidden Holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit Ritualized and Immanent... The pursuit of perversity, is it not but a mask On the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity Or the vilest of everlasting torments ... No man can see Me and live! “Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt” May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia? And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... (Consummatum est “Nous n’avons pas d’autre moyen que la douleur Pour sentir notre proper existence spirituelle et divine; Nous n’en avons pas d’autre pour la fair sentire à nos semblables” “And we have the prophetic word made more sure You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place, Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” - 2 Peter 1:19) |
|||
36:19 |
Kénôse
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | I | 15:45 | Show lyrics |
« Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality. » Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ’s abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal dicontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus? Obedience to the point of death, falling down through increasing Pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity. « And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. » Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent theanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendour. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the exinanition of divine attributes the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance? Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world. Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? « For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man » In Visceribus... A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD? « In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires... » Art thou working on collective deliverance? Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child... Vacillating faith, thine salvific virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgement. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown. The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: « Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling... » |
|||
2. | II | 11:25 | Show lyrics |
(In abstracto... ... Echange du Vide Ecce lignum Crucis, In quo salus mundi pependit) Therefore, God honors the sword so highly That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then No more man’s hand, but God’s, and it is not man, But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights All these are His work and His judgments... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, Filling the void of purity gone instantly... Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death, An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast, Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament ... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason’s spite, is my pride... War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Execution, Be sacred, agent of divine Providence! Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself Adam’s descent into materiality, May it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, May it be questioned... If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, Perceive the two faces of the Divine And shed the just, divine retribution Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria (Qual und Tod bringt dieser Sang, der ihn bestürmt, Sein Herze zerreißt, Sinne zerstört... “L’Esprit du Seigneur ne se promène pas seulement dans les cimetières Ceux qui Le connaissent peuvent Le rencontrer partout, fût-ce en enfer, Et Il dit Lui-même que le feu marche devant Sa Face!”) Microcosm, The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance, A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul... Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned And that this is their only means of Salvation Means of... Salvation! Thesaurus Ecclesiae The memory of a stagnant and somber vale Inhabited by ethereal purity, Violet and blood-red crucifixes, Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation To thine lips, and drink with confidence... Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes? |
|||
3. | III | 09:09 | Show lyrics |
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, So astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, Each and every second, They defuse each other in such a perfect manner, Equaling the most inscrutable of all Silences Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, Celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude The fruit that is forbidden Holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit Ritualized and Immanent... The pursuit of perversity, is it not but a mask On the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated By a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity Or the vilest of everlasting torments ... No man can see Me and live! “Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt” May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia? And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani, Lamma Sabacthani... (Consummatum est “Nous n’avons pas d’autre moyen que la douleur Pour sentir notre proper existence spirituelle et divine; Nous n’en avons pas d’autre pour la fair sentire à nos semblables” “And we have the prophetic word made more sure You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place, Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” - 2 Peter 1:19) |
|||
36:19 |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
Members | |
---|---|
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 |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
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. |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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! |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
38:10 |
Crushing the Holy Trinity
Members | |
---|---|
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 |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
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. |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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! |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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 |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
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. |
|||
38:10 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Fas - Ite, Maledicti, in Ignem Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Timo Ketola (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Obombration | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
Hagios Ho Theos, Sanctus Deus. Hagios Ischyros, Sanctus Fortis. Deus, Judica Me... Ut Quid, Domine, Recessisti Longe? Judica Me... Perinde ac cadaver... |
|||
2. | The Shrine of Mad Laughter | 10:37 | Show lyrics |
God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery; the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether: an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent anguish; I dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to savour their turpitude, as I beheld the shrine of mad laughter. The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect which fatigue grants to the necessity of the world As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust stealing the light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of bitterness that ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make all things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in the flame of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion, asphyxiation from within, yet I gained this certitude: malediction, degradation, sown in me like seeds, now belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in harbouring a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable combustion, expand, this body is thy vessel of grace! The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this I could have no inkling in advance |
|||
3. | Bread of Bitterness | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a vertiginous movement towards the void. Breathless ecstatic experience, it opens the horizon a bit more, this wound of God; it is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures. Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light. |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | The Repellent Scars of Abandon and Election | 11:40 | Show lyrics |
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is more to it than suffering and sounds of suffering, it is a process that only the extinction of a divine sould could terminate. The eye can outstare neither the sun, nor death... if I sought God it was in delirium and in the delight of temptation. The idea of Salvation comes, I believe, from the one whom suffering breaks apart. He who masters it, on the contrary, needs to be broken, to proceed on the path towards the rupture. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degradation, without sin, - is it no burden to bear the repellent scars of abandon, of election? - it leaves but a state of supplication and deserted expanses, an absorption into despair. The existence of things cannot enclose the death which it brings to me; the existence is itself projected into my death, and it is my death which encloses it. Am I deranged? Over and above quietism! Nurtured by the multitude of man’s misfortunes, a thousand halos like torches in the night of the spirit, a thousand traps, pitfalls of brimstone and the empty sky, prostrated face against the earth in frantic laughter... I was beyond withstanding my own ignominy. I invoked it and blessed it. I progressed even further into vileness and degradation. Am I resurging, intact, out of infamy? |
|||
5. | A Chore for the Lost | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin! Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity. Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver! Le vent de la vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété. God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us... |
|||
6. | Obombration | 02:07 | Show lyrics |
Deus, Judica Me ..et Factus est sudor eius sicut guttae sanguinis decurrentis in Terram... Domine, in pulverem mortis deduxisti me PERINDE AC CADAVER! |
|||
46:16 |
Manifestations 2000-2001
Members | |
---|---|
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals (occasionally also Drums) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Insanity Supreme | 07:39 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
2. | For Fire and Void Become One | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
3. | Follow the Dark Path | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere I’m at war while my enemies live for peace My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path Mature as a whole shall be exterminated I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, Every day and every night I strike like a disease All my way of slaying give me pleasure I rape, I cut, I make them all burn With an insane perversion chaos I spread The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wrath You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes It will take some time but victory is |
|||
4. | Morbid Rituals | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
5. | Yells from the Abyss | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
6. | Black Crushing Sorcery | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my eneies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
43:18 |
Manifestations 2000-2001
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals (occasionally also Drums) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Insanity Supreme | 07:39 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
2. | For Fire and Void Become One | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
3. | Follow the Dark Path | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere I’m at war while my enemies live for peace My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path Mature as a whole shall be exterminated I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, Every day and every night I strike like a disease All my way of slaying give me pleasure I rape, I cut, I make them all burn With an insane perversion chaos I spread The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wrath You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes It will take some time but victory is |
|||
4. | Morbid Rituals | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
5. | Yells from the Abyss | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
6. | Black Crushing Sorcery | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my eneies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
43:18 |
Manifestations 2000-2001
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals (occasionally also Drums) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Insanity Supreme | 07:39 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
2. | For Fire and Void Become One | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
3. | Follow the Dark Path | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere I’m at war while my enemies live for peace My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path Mature as a whole shall be exterminated I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, Every day and every night I strike like a disease All my way of slaying give me pleasure I rape, I cut, I make them all burn With an insane perversion chaos I spread The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wrath You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes It will take some time but victory is |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | Morbid Rituals | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
5. | Yells from the Abyss | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
6. | Black Crushing Sorcery | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my eneies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
43:18 |
Manifestations 2000-2001
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals (occasionally also Drums) |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Insanity Supreme | 07:39 | Show lyrics |
There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. The apparitions seem so real but I don’t have the force to scream. Madness flows in my rotten veins, I see spikes growing on my flesh. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, what is it waiting for? While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. The goat is now smiling to me, and horror is replaced by joy. I passed initiation rites. Insanity has become my evil will. Vultures are eating my entrails, rats are devouring my eyes. Yet I am able to watch this motionless black goat. It has always been there, I know what He was waiting for. There’s a war inside my head, a pain beyond words. A cruel transformation of my whole dying being. This weak chrysalis... I must leave it now. While my body was burning once again, an unknown feeling struck me. I believe it is called "pleasure" ; I enjoyed suffering for the first time. My life of misery is dead, I will follow Satan’s path. Blackness inside my soul, coldness inside my heart. |
|||
2. | For Fire and Void Become One | 07:26 | Show lyrics |
Seven they are, chained and hurt, The salt of diseases inlaid in their wounds. The bleakness in their eyes reveals humans no more And the barrier to Death so thin... Corruption of human essence in putrefaction When the holy balance is broken, Submit to a Force mightier than you. Laws divine in struggle and clash, There Fire and Void become One! Free Will misused and abused, Caresses of rotting Angel-wings and venomous feathers, Eyes opened with totalitarian Might. Shivers... Seven Souls are torn apart, Revelation of utter Purity in Black... By ethereal Essence of Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! By Curls of divine Negativity be blessed! Here Fire and Void become One! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues come down As Demoniac Rape of the holy temple of Life... And then they cry! You cry and curse your mother for this Life... Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed! Revelation in flowing blood-red Pain! Destruction through incarnation! Nail her Cunt, Sew her Cunt! Be Cursed forever! Revelation in flowing piss-like Lymph! Birth through annihilation! Seven Razor-shaped Virtues but Legion they are, Horror grows, sanity is overwhelmed Yet it opens the Gate... Deus Divet! The old Chains Fall... Deus Divet! New Chains of Strength and Deceit, Enslave with the Wisdom of Evil. As the Titan 666, Serve and Rule... As the Prophet 666, Serve and Rule... Rise as a Prophet of dead-cold Void and Fire... Rise! |
|||
3. | Follow the Dark Path | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere I’m at war while my enemies live for peace My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path Mature as a whole shall be exterminated I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, Every day and every night I strike like a disease All my way of slaying give me pleasure I rape, I cut, I make them all burn With an insane perversion chaos I spread The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wrath You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes It will take some time but victory is |
|||
4. | Morbid Rituals | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
5. | Yells from the Abyss | 06:47 | Show lyrics |
Death is not an eternal and peaceful rest, a kind of beautiful paradise. Indeed you’ll meet your almighty maker, but he’s not the one you think he is. There is no sweet kingdom of heaven, full of flowers and green landscapes. No god will welcome you with open arms, like a father who forgives all your sins. In fast Death is a sempiternal nightmare, where unknown tortures tear your soul to pieces. You left your body but you still feel the pain, imprisoned by infernal demons forever. In the deepest abyss, every human soul is the slave and the toy of Satan. His armies play with you till they are fed up, and throw your spiritual essence in the lake of fire. Hell is the superior dimension that slowly annihilate the weak nature... The torment never stops and you pray for a final death. You await an endless void that will never come. No resurrection will save you from this extreme agony. There is no escape from this world of suffering, and in your previous world no one can hear you scream. Scream and taste our hate! Total invasion will soon begin on earth, Hell will rise from the abyss to eradicate each atom of life. |
|||
6. | Black Crushing Sorcery | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
All my life is dedicated to the master of evil. For him I shall send to Hell the bastard human race. Since the day I was spawned on these lands, I keep on bringing pain and death everywhere. I’m at war while my eneies live for peace. My kind destroys all the weak earthly creations. Intense blasphemies, total impure sins, sick atrocities, Satan’s the cause for which I live. Few are the strong ones that follow the dark path. Mature as a whole shall be exterminated. I’ll never sleep even when the horned king call me back, every day and every night I strike like a disease. All my way of slaying give me pleasure. I rape, I cut, I make them all burn. With an insane perversion chaos I spread. The satanic legions come from beyond death, The world from the outside must perish in flames And the souls we take shall feed our supreme wreth. You can hear me tolling the knell of your fate, But the last sound you’ll hear is your final breath. I’ll reduce your body and soul to ashes. It will take some time but victory is certain. |
|||
42:40 |
Manifestations 2002
Members | |
---|---|
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Tyrants and Slaves | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
Tyrants and slaves Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. We sent everyone to the grave, the weak ones are a pestilence we slay. The slaves of all kind perished in the name of ugliness and perversion. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. God is dead but we continue the genocide to spread the evil plague. We are not Satan’s slaves but his servants, life is infected by our venom. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. |
|||
2. | Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Filled with utter joy I am, as people of Good Will hate each other. Be praised for the lies you spread but also for the truth you reveal. For there lies the core of conflicts, and in conflicts you dwell as in baths of blood. Be praised for you confused them all, The servants of gods that are but one. The seeds of disharmony, Oh Master of Lies, Are seeds of Armageddon indeed, blind as they are. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised for I see your mark in mutilated children, In their eyes the aftermath of horror, they shine of your glory. Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, for the perverted impulses and abyssal perversions you blessed us with. Be praised for the materialistic bonds that enslave us, As in carnal chains and intellectual blindness man is cursed forevermore. Be praised Oh Great Destroyer, As your aura gives us hellish wolves a feast in sperm and violence. Be praised for sights of misery and damnation, From the frail and shivering body of the drug addict To the decay of civilisations and human dreams. Even the cosmos You shall crush with fury and might. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Be praised Oh ultimate God, For it is in You that all will end. |
|||
3. | Monument of Hate | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Monument of Hate I pray, I pray for rains of blood. Omen, His victory supreme. I preach, I preach the sermon of Death. Blaspheme, for zero holiness. I praise, I praise Satan as the Evil God. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. I face, I face the birth of men. So cold is their suffering pain. I spit, I spit on the human race. Sordid, penetrate by demons’ faeces. I end, I end the Creation. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. When the positive disappears and the negative only remains, Where all good is lost and evil prevails. HATE. I kill, I kill the condemned men. I rape, I rape the pregnant women. Sick lust, horny goatwomen bust. All lies originated from the Master of disguise. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. |
|||
4. | Monotonous Ecstasy of Death | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
Monotonous ecstasy of Death Life is fading, bodies are collapsing, Places and times turning black. This slow suffering born Dimmed by the ineluctable lack. Fear - hear the feebles’ cries. Tears - this is the end, all dies. Acts of torture, acts of War, Like a poison, a rabid vision, In multiple distress roars, This hideous sensation... Witness of the forthcoming cessation, See the souls dwelling in Darkness. There lies hate, despair and fear, Human sensations passed away upon this altar. This is the Death of all pleasures, Savouring the final agony. Fanatic acts of submission, In His name, lead them to the final end, Darkness, fatal immersion, A million of lives cursed again... As the masses gathered here, You wondered how true was this life As the Master’s coming here. You did see your death in His eyes When the door was closed, You understood the reality of this room. When the poison seeped through your nose Fell the doom and gloom, The truth revealed itself in the end. Absence of pain but still dying, This is... The monotonous ecstasy of Death. As the eyes became blind, body’s paralysed, Consciousness was what remained When the fear was at its high. Heart, keeper of life, beat in vain, This is the raping, the bestial painless killing, No innocence, no guilt, only a sadistic illness, For human beings are condemned to nothing but Death, Humanity’s excrements, bastards of god’s race, As love and pity they are waste. They have all lived the lies But now, in monotonous ecstasy... All dies. |
|||
5. | Forever Cold | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Forever cold Onward to your final journey into life, Fast heartbeats are the result of fear. I have killed all your feelings, Except this intolerable pain. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. A grandiose misery is deforming your face, A face I’ll crush after my most insane laugh. My hate towards your kind, you see it in my eyes, I can’t stand watching you live, you can’t even say your prayers. I don’t hear your cries anymore, It means that you are dead now. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. |
|||
6. | Procreation Epidemic | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Procreation epidemic A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Why these feeble animals persist in cloning themselves again and again? It just means that life as a whole is senseless, thus we worship Death. We open wide the womb of the pregnant females and brandish the dead larvas. The human race is a piece of flesh, no soul inside, only for His servants. A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Bloody useless meat is what is left of them, never to give birth again. Our King in Hell rejoice, proud of His earthly hordes, hailing the triumph of Death. Sexual pleasure is glorified, its fruit being cold sperm, not pitiful infants. To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role. |
|||
7. | Bleeding Them like Swines | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Bleeding them like swines Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. Giving it really hard to a little child, with painful tears you may ask why. Your pure values won’t last more than a while, with a smile we bring you Hell! Little tool, raped and abused, Poor fucking human, just bleeding you like a swine. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines. We’ll smash you to the ground... Humiliation! Watch us, bleeding them like swines! Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines, you sheeps, just bleeding you like swines! |
|||
8. | Alleluia! | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Alleluia! The dagger hit his flesh for the first time, Fire and blood fell above the shaking earth, I saw the third of the monuments of nature be consumed. A putrescent blade of flesh inflicted the second wound. A mountain of flames rose from the ashes of the seas, I saw the third of all animal innocence be trampled down. His throat was lacerated by demon teeth, The third of the wounds this was, And the sun itself came down to bring torment and solar inferno. With soiled fingernails the fourth wound was inflicted. The light of his eyes vanished forevermore, I saw the defeat of light and the destruction of stars, endless night comes. Terrifying it flies, the dragon with seven heads, And words of death it spoke. Woe, Woe, Woe to the men of this earth, Witness His advent. Made of steel was the bar that broke his bones and wreak the fifth of the wounds. The abyss opens and frees the utmost tormentors. Men shall seek refuge in death but not find it. The sixth of the wounds was excruciating impalement, And I saw a third of men be killed by horsemen of abhorrence. An angel hold high a book of triumph and repudiation, then truth faded into lies and love into rape. The last of the wounds of the son was immolation in blasphemous fire. He died as rose the trinity, brandishing its sceptre, the seducer of nations. The seven chalices of wrath and vengeance were His. On the mountain of Megiddo, the tormented earth and defeated heavens surrendered into submission. Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! To the blind his reign is still to come, but fool you not, Damnation awaits every men of this earth. |
|||
40:29 |
Manifestations 2002
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Tyrants and Slaves | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
Tyrants and slaves Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. We sent everyone to the grave, the weak ones are a pestilence we slay. The slaves of all kind perished in the name of ugliness and perversion. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. God is dead but we continue the genocide to spread the evil plague. We are not Satan’s slaves but his servants, life is infected by our venom. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. |
|||
2. | Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Filled with utter joy I am, as people of Good Will hate each other. Be praised for the lies you spread but also for the truth you reveal. For there lies the core of conflicts, and in conflicts you dwell as in baths of blood. Be praised for you confused them all, The servants of gods that are but one. The seeds of disharmony, Oh Master of Lies, Are seeds of Armageddon indeed, blind as they are. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised for I see your mark in mutilated children, In their eyes the aftermath of horror, they shine of your glory. Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, for the perverted impulses and abyssal perversions you blessed us with. Be praised for the materialistic bonds that enslave us, As in carnal chains and intellectual blindness man is cursed forevermore. Be praised Oh Great Destroyer, As your aura gives us hellish wolves a feast in sperm and violence. Be praised for sights of misery and damnation, From the frail and shivering body of the drug addict To the decay of civilisations and human dreams. Even the cosmos You shall crush with fury and might. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Be praised Oh ultimate God, For it is in You that all will end. |
|||
3. | Monument of Hate | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Monument of Hate I pray, I pray for rains of blood. Omen, His victory supreme. I preach, I preach the sermon of Death. Blaspheme, for zero holiness. I praise, I praise Satan as the Evil God. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. I face, I face the birth of men. So cold is their suffering pain. I spit, I spit on the human race. Sordid, penetrate by demons’ faeces. I end, I end the Creation. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. When the positive disappears and the negative only remains, Where all good is lost and evil prevails. HATE. I kill, I kill the condemned men. I rape, I rape the pregnant women. Sick lust, horny goatwomen bust. All lies originated from the Master of disguise. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. |
|||
4. | Monotonous Ecstasy of Death | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
Monotonous ecstasy of Death Life is fading, bodies are collapsing, Places and times turning black. This slow suffering born Dimmed by the ineluctable lack. Fear - hear the feebles’ cries. Tears - this is the end, all dies. Acts of torture, acts of War, Like a poison, a rabid vision, In multiple distress roars, This hideous sensation... Witness of the forthcoming cessation, See the souls dwelling in Darkness. There lies hate, despair and fear, Human sensations passed away upon this altar. This is the Death of all pleasures, Savouring the final agony. Fanatic acts of submission, In His name, lead them to the final end, Darkness, fatal immersion, A million of lives cursed again... As the masses gathered here, You wondered how true was this life As the Master’s coming here. You did see your death in His eyes When the door was closed, You understood the reality of this room. When the poison seeped through your nose Fell the doom and gloom, The truth revealed itself in the end. Absence of pain but still dying, This is... The monotonous ecstasy of Death. As the eyes became blind, body’s paralysed, Consciousness was what remained When the fear was at its high. Heart, keeper of life, beat in vain, This is the raping, the bestial painless killing, No innocence, no guilt, only a sadistic illness, For human beings are condemned to nothing but Death, Humanity’s excrements, bastards of god’s race, As love and pity they are waste. They have all lived the lies But now, in monotonous ecstasy... All dies. |
|||
Side B | |||
5. | Forever Cold | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Forever cold Onward to your final journey into life, Fast heartbeats are the result of fear. I have killed all your feelings, Except this intolerable pain. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. A grandiose misery is deforming your face, A face I’ll crush after my most insane laugh. My hate towards your kind, you see it in my eyes, I can’t stand watching you live, you can’t even say your prayers. I don’t hear your cries anymore, It means that you are dead now. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. |
|||
6. | Procreation Epidemic | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Procreation epidemic A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Why these feeble animals persist in cloning themselves again and again? It just means that life as a whole is senseless, thus we worship Death. We open wide the womb of the pregnant females and brandish the dead larvas. The human race is a piece of flesh, no soul inside, only for His servants. A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Bloody useless meat is what is left of them, never to give birth again. Our King in Hell rejoice, proud of His earthly hordes, hailing the triumph of Death. Sexual pleasure is glorified, its fruit being cold sperm, not pitiful infants. To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role. |
|||
7. | Bleeding Them like Swines | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Bleeding them like swines Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. Giving it really hard to a little child, with painful tears you may ask why. Your pure values won’t last more than a while, with a smile we bring you Hell! Little tool, raped and abused, Poor fucking human, just bleeding you like a swine. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines. We’ll smash you to the ground... Humiliation! Watch us, bleeding them like swines! Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines, you sheeps, just bleeding you like swines! |
|||
8. | Alleluia! | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Alleluia! The dagger hit his flesh for the first time, Fire and blood fell above the shaking earth, I saw the third of the monuments of nature be consumed. A putrescent blade of flesh inflicted the second wound. A mountain of flames rose from the ashes of the seas, I saw the third of all animal innocence be trampled down. His throat was lacerated by demon teeth, The third of the wounds this was, And the sun itself came down to bring torment and solar inferno. With soiled fingernails the fourth wound was inflicted. The light of his eyes vanished forevermore, I saw the defeat of light and the destruction of stars, endless night comes. Terrifying it flies, the dragon with seven heads, And words of death it spoke. Woe, Woe, Woe to the men of this earth, Witness His advent. Made of steel was the bar that broke his bones and wreak the fifth of the wounds. The abyss opens and frees the utmost tormentors. Men shall seek refuge in death but not find it. The sixth of the wounds was excruciating impalement, And I saw a third of men be killed by horsemen of abhorrence. An angel hold high a book of triumph and repudiation, then truth faded into lies and love into rape. The last of the wounds of the son was immolation in blasphemous fire. He died as rose the trinity, brandishing its sceptre, the seducer of nations. The seven chalices of wrath and vengeance were His. On the mountain of Megiddo, the tormented earth and defeated heavens surrendered into submission. Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! To the blind his reign is still to come, but fool you not, Damnation awaits every men of this earth. |
|||
40:29 |
Manifestations 2002
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Tyrants and Slaves | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
Tyrants and slaves Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. We sent everyone to the grave, the weak ones are a pestilence we slay. The slaves of all kind perished in the name of ugliness and perversion. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. God is dead but we continue the genocide to spread the evil plague. We are not Satan’s slaves but his servants, life is infected by our venom. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. |
|||
2. | Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Filled with utter joy I am, as people of Good Will hate each other. Be praised for the lies you spread but also for the truth you reveal. For there lies the core of conflicts, and in conflicts you dwell as in baths of blood. Be praised for you confused them all, The servants of gods that are but one. The seeds of disharmony, Oh Master of Lies, Are seeds of Armageddon indeed, blind as they are. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised for I see your mark in mutilated children, In their eyes the aftermath of horror, they shine of your glory. Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, for the perverted impulses and abyssal perversions you blessed us with. Be praised for the materialistic bonds that enslave us, As in carnal chains and intellectual blindness man is cursed forevermore. Be praised Oh Great Destroyer, As your aura gives us hellish wolves a feast in sperm and violence. Be praised for sights of misery and damnation, From the frail and shivering body of the drug addict To the decay of civilisations and human dreams. Even the cosmos You shall crush with fury and might. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Be praised Oh ultimate God, For it is in You that all will end. |
|||
3. | Monument of Hate | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Monument of Hate I pray, I pray for rains of blood. Omen, His victory supreme. I preach, I preach the sermon of Death. Blaspheme, for zero holiness. I praise, I praise Satan as the Evil God. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. I face, I face the birth of men. So cold is their suffering pain. I spit, I spit on the human race. Sordid, penetrate by demons’ faeces. I end, I end the Creation. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. When the positive disappears and the negative only remains, Where all good is lost and evil prevails. HATE. I kill, I kill the condemned men. I rape, I rape the pregnant women. Sick lust, horny goatwomen bust. All lies originated from the Master of disguise. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. |
|||
4. | Monotonous Ecstasy of Death | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
Monotonous ecstasy of Death Life is fading, bodies are collapsing, Places and times turning black. This slow suffering born Dimmed by the ineluctable lack. Fear - hear the feebles’ cries. Tears - this is the end, all dies. Acts of torture, acts of War, Like a poison, a rabid vision, In multiple distress roars, This hideous sensation... Witness of the forthcoming cessation, See the souls dwelling in Darkness. There lies hate, despair and fear, Human sensations passed away upon this altar. This is the Death of all pleasures, Savouring the final agony. Fanatic acts of submission, In His name, lead them to the final end, Darkness, fatal immersion, A million of lives cursed again... As the masses gathered here, You wondered how true was this life As the Master’s coming here. You did see your death in His eyes When the door was closed, You understood the reality of this room. When the poison seeped through your nose Fell the doom and gloom, The truth revealed itself in the end. Absence of pain but still dying, This is... The monotonous ecstasy of Death. As the eyes became blind, body’s paralysed, Consciousness was what remained When the fear was at its high. Heart, keeper of life, beat in vain, This is the raping, the bestial painless killing, No innocence, no guilt, only a sadistic illness, For human beings are condemned to nothing but Death, Humanity’s excrements, bastards of god’s race, As love and pity they are waste. They have all lived the lies But now, in monotonous ecstasy... All dies. |
|||
5. | Forever Cold | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Forever cold Onward to your final journey into life, Fast heartbeats are the result of fear. I have killed all your feelings, Except this intolerable pain. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. A grandiose misery is deforming your face, A face I’ll crush after my most insane laugh. My hate towards your kind, you see it in my eyes, I can’t stand watching you live, you can’t even say your prayers. I don’t hear your cries anymore, It means that you are dead now. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. |
|||
6. | Procreation Epidemic | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Procreation epidemic A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Why these feeble animals persist in cloning themselves again and again? It just means that life as a whole is senseless, thus we worship Death. We open wide the womb of the pregnant females and brandish the dead larvas. The human race is a piece of flesh, no soul inside, only for His servants. A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Bloody useless meat is what is left of them, never to give birth again. Our King in Hell rejoice, proud of His earthly hordes, hailing the triumph of Death. Sexual pleasure is glorified, its fruit being cold sperm, not pitiful infants. To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role. |
|||
7. | Bleeding Them like Swines | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Bleeding them like swines Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. Giving it really hard to a little child, with painful tears you may ask why. Your pure values won’t last more than a while, with a smile we bring you Hell! Little tool, raped and abused, Poor fucking human, just bleeding you like a swine. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines. We’ll smash you to the ground... Humiliation! Watch us, bleeding them like swines! Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines, you sheeps, just bleeding you like swines! |
|||
8. | Alleluia! | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Alleluia! The dagger hit his flesh for the first time, Fire and blood fell above the shaking earth, I saw the third of the monuments of nature be consumed. A putrescent blade of flesh inflicted the second wound. A mountain of flames rose from the ashes of the seas, I saw the third of all animal innocence be trampled down. His throat was lacerated by demon teeth, The third of the wounds this was, And the sun itself came down to bring torment and solar inferno. With soiled fingernails the fourth wound was inflicted. The light of his eyes vanished forevermore, I saw the defeat of light and the destruction of stars, endless night comes. Terrifying it flies, the dragon with seven heads, And words of death it spoke. Woe, Woe, Woe to the men of this earth, Witness His advent. Made of steel was the bar that broke his bones and wreak the fifth of the wounds. The abyss opens and frees the utmost tormentors. Men shall seek refuge in death but not find it. The sixth of the wounds was excruciating impalement, And I saw a third of men be killed by horsemen of abhorrence. An angel hold high a book of triumph and repudiation, then truth faded into lies and love into rape. The last of the wounds of the son was immolation in blasphemous fire. He died as rose the trinity, brandishing its sceptre, the seducer of nations. The seven chalices of wrath and vengeance were His. On the mountain of Megiddo, the tormented earth and defeated heavens surrendered into submission. Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! To the blind his reign is still to come, but fool you not, Damnation awaits every men of this earth. |
|||
40:29 |
Manifestations 2002
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Tyrants and Slaves | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Monument of Hate | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Monotonous Ecstasy of Death | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
5. | Forever Cold | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Procreation Epidemic | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Bleeding Them like Swines | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | Alleluia! | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
40:29 |
Manifestations 2002
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Shaxul | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Tyrants and Slaves | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
Tyrants and slaves Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. We sent everyone to the grave, the weak ones are a pestilence we slay. The slaves of all kind perished in the name of ugliness and perversion. Slaves must obey And then be killed. Tyrants must reign And forever dominate. Death... It reigns strongly in the sanctuary. The sons of God are buried in this unholy ground. Forever trapped between here and Hell, The reincarnation process has stopped. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. God is dead but we continue the genocide to spread the evil plague. We are not Satan’s slaves but his servants, life is infected by our venom. Slaves are blinded By their pathetic faith. Tyrants are the Elite For they have no humanity. |
|||
2. | Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Gloria - Diabolus Absconditus Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Filled with utter joy I am, as people of Good Will hate each other. Be praised for the lies you spread but also for the truth you reveal. For there lies the core of conflicts, and in conflicts you dwell as in baths of blood. Be praised for you confused them all, The servants of gods that are but one. The seeds of disharmony, Oh Master of Lies, Are seeds of Armageddon indeed, blind as they are. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised for I see your mark in mutilated children, In their eyes the aftermath of horror, they shine of your glory. Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, for the perverted impulses and abyssal perversions you blessed us with. Be praised for the materialistic bonds that enslave us, As in carnal chains and intellectual blindness man is cursed forevermore. Be praised Oh Great Destroyer, As your aura gives us hellish wolves a feast in sperm and violence. Be praised for sights of misery and damnation, From the frail and shivering body of the drug addict To the decay of civilisations and human dreams. Even the cosmos You shall crush with fury and might. Their suffering is my pleasure and their death is my joy. Praised be Satan in all His glory! Be praised Oh Lord of Desolation, Be praised for your breath of hate and death. I feel it in wars, I feel it as agony embraces thousands of men, As unspeakable deeds build up in terror a monument to your reign. Be praised Oh ultimate God, For it is in You that all will end. |
|||
3. | Monument of Hate | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Monument of Hate I pray, I pray for rains of blood. Omen, His victory supreme. I preach, I preach the sermon of Death. Blaspheme, for zero holiness. I praise, I praise Satan as the Evil God. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. I face, I face the birth of men. So cold is their suffering pain. I spit, I spit on the human race. Sordid, penetrate by demons’ faeces. I end, I end the Creation. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. When the positive disappears and the negative only remains, Where all good is lost and evil prevails. HATE. I kill, I kill the condemned men. I rape, I rape the pregnant women. Sick lust, horny goatwomen bust. All lies originated from the Master of disguise. On these dark eternal grounds, Hear the suicide calls of the hounds. Angels experience dreadful life throes, Poisoned as they are by Satan’s sperm dose. Where all life ends, There is no reborn. On the Devil’s land, The dead are tied with thorns. On those ethereal shores, We have all but one fate. Raping innocence, dying whore, And build the Monument of Hate. |
|||
4. | Monotonous Ecstasy of Death | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
Monotonous ecstasy of Death Life is fading, bodies are collapsing, Places and times turning black. This slow suffering born Dimmed by the ineluctable lack. Fear - hear the feebles’ cries. Tears - this is the end, all dies. Acts of torture, acts of War, Like a poison, a rabid vision, In multiple distress roars, This hideous sensation... Witness of the forthcoming cessation, See the souls dwelling in Darkness. There lies hate, despair and fear, Human sensations passed away upon this altar. This is the Death of all pleasures, Savouring the final agony. Fanatic acts of submission, In His name, lead them to the final end, Darkness, fatal immersion, A million of lives cursed again... As the masses gathered here, You wondered how true was this life As the Master’s coming here. You did see your death in His eyes When the door was closed, You understood the reality of this room. When the poison seeped through your nose Fell the doom and gloom, The truth revealed itself in the end. Absence of pain but still dying, This is... The monotonous ecstasy of Death. As the eyes became blind, body’s paralysed, Consciousness was what remained When the fear was at its high. Heart, keeper of life, beat in vain, This is the raping, the bestial painless killing, No innocence, no guilt, only a sadistic illness, For human beings are condemned to nothing but Death, Humanity’s excrements, bastards of god’s race, As love and pity they are waste. They have all lived the lies But now, in monotonous ecstasy... All dies. |
|||
5. | Forever Cold | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Forever cold Onward to your final journey into life, Fast heartbeats are the result of fear. I have killed all your feelings, Except this intolerable pain. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. A grandiose misery is deforming your face, A face I’ll crush after my most insane laugh. My hate towards your kind, you see it in my eyes, I can’t stand watching you live, you can’t even say your prayers. I don’t hear your cries anymore, It means that you are dead now. You’ve never understood so well how it is to be a victim. A terror is devouring you from the inside. Fire is burning your flesh but in the end, you know you’ll remain... Forever cold. This is a sublime fascination for Death, A conception of beauty so far from humanity. Your pain is Satan’s pleasure, and Satan is inside of me. Men are destined to be sacrificed. God’s moral is desecrated In the symbol of this humiliated body. A corpse without soul is left... Forever cold, forever dead. |
|||
6. | Procreation Epidemic | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Procreation epidemic A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Why these feeble animals persist in cloning themselves again and again? It just means that life as a whole is senseless, thus we worship Death. We open wide the womb of the pregnant females and brandish the dead larvas. The human race is a piece of flesh, no soul inside, only for His servants. A plague grows, giving strength to life. This is a miserable instinct of reproduction. Humans beget their insects that will become Humans. This pest and its breeders must be exterminated. Procreation epidemic... Satan shall destroy the weak... A total genocide is what we seek... Bloody useless meat is what is left of them, never to give birth again. Our King in Hell rejoice, proud of His earthly hordes, hailing the triumph of Death. Sexual pleasure is glorified, its fruit being cold sperm, not pitiful infants. To create life was their aim, to stab them all will forever be our role. |
|||
7. | Bleeding Them like Swines | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Bleeding them like swines Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. Giving it really hard to a little child, with painful tears you may ask why. Your pure values won’t last more than a while, with a smile we bring you Hell! Little tool, raped and abused, Poor fucking human, just bleeding you like a swine. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines. We’ll smash you to the ground... Humiliation! Watch us, bleeding them like swines! Holy books forced down their throats with a sadistic grin, Strangulation, desecration, annihilation... Death! Burning them still alive, just bleeding them like swines. We’ll pay back your compassion with bullets and bombs, Drowning your buildings of worship and love in lakes of fire. We laugh of the disgust on your face when you look at us. We feast upon your hate, We feast upon your fear. Apostles of the Shadow, prophets of your fall and damnation. Just bleeding you like swines, you sheeps, just bleeding you like swines! |
|||
8. | Alleluia! | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Alleluia! The dagger hit his flesh for the first time, Fire and blood fell above the shaking earth, I saw the third of the monuments of nature be consumed. A putrescent blade of flesh inflicted the second wound. A mountain of flames rose from the ashes of the seas, I saw the third of all animal innocence be trampled down. His throat was lacerated by demon teeth, The third of the wounds this was, And the sun itself came down to bring torment and solar inferno. With soiled fingernails the fourth wound was inflicted. The light of his eyes vanished forevermore, I saw the defeat of light and the destruction of stars, endless night comes. Terrifying it flies, the dragon with seven heads, And words of death it spoke. Woe, Woe, Woe to the men of this earth, Witness His advent. Made of steel was the bar that broke his bones and wreak the fifth of the wounds. The abyss opens and frees the utmost tormentors. Men shall seek refuge in death but not find it. The sixth of the wounds was excruciating impalement, And I saw a third of men be killed by horsemen of abhorrence. An angel hold high a book of triumph and repudiation, then truth faded into lies and love into rape. The last of the wounds of the son was immolation in blasphemous fire. He died as rose the trinity, brandishing its sceptre, the seducer of nations. The seven chalices of wrath and vengeance were His. On the mountain of Megiddo, the tormented earth and defeated heavens surrendered into submission. Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! Alleluia to the sovereignty of Satan! To the blind his reign is still to come, but fool you not, Damnation awaits every men of this earth. |
|||
40:30 |
Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum: Chaining the Katechon
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Chaining the Katechon | 22:12 | Show lyrics |
In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers And stuttering words As mere echoes in the desert Vanish in those lower spheres Where shame is unknown. It is a vain Earth. A vision, final, of deceit. There can be no refuge In this grotesque liquid flowing Where shapes melt into each other Where cause becomes consequence. To err with the insane In hostile immensities How legitimate is the faith into despair ? A bond of hallowed essence between all that pulsates it is the primeval degradation the erosion, the crumbling, the everlasting scission. It is disturbance and anxiety As absolutes, for the world is becoming. Still, a temple stands And a star shines. The slopes slaver pus Towards the skies and the thorn Courts the wound. The sun of dolour shines : They enter in its brilliance Those who are divided With their dazzled mouths, The eerie ray of exile Shall be their guide. Scattered they walk towards The incestuous womb. The fertile womb of two And three and all. The weight of these bodies In the shallow waters Shatters the poise. There is a tear of fire In the sky of the worlds. There is a tear of fire And your tongue of light Caressed by the silent leprosy Of your palate Whispers about the gulch of lies The tranquil occupation of agony The dire liquors of a mass-grave And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss. We went to the trough, Lord. We went bend and convulsed. We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering. You dispensed it and we drank it. We saw your image. The gap of our eyes and mouths is void. We went bent and convulsed. It broke us and dissolved us. Liable for the core of the origins There remains a pulsating debt Radiant in its multiple scissions It stands between the mother And her repudiated child Behind the hand that murders And amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth Is done with equity. Le verdict ne vient pas d’un coup, le processus lui-même se transforme au fur et à mesure en verdict. The task to be achieved, human vocation Is to become intensely mortal Not to shrink back Before the voices coming from the gallows tree A work making increasing sense By its lack of sense In the history of times there is But the truth of bones and dust. Thinly grinded to white powder In the mill of fragmentation You give it to brothers and sisters The remains of the Oath Vague echoes of a day of midnight The advent of that which never was The coming of a man from the grave. Still a temple stands And a star shines. Unceasingly, those who can not be one Exchange their rings In an arched world Exhausted by the division The stale principle of stellar times. A ford alike Between the crimson rivers Carrying along their murky waters Countless extinct cradles. Merely a glance ahead Resonates the wailing of flowers Under such a suffocating heat That men entered into gestation You hold a palimpsest of dolour Once forgotten that the fall Is our fall. That death is no channel Anymore to rejoin the clay of a fractioned God. The act of a free man Connected to the balance of the world Projects itself into the infinite But the fracture Its ontological ballast The dispersion and the overcoming Bring a harvest of increasing conflict A descending spiral of splinters Lacerating the meridians. The temple stands Its walls a prison For the Katechon While the plowshare grates On the crystal hard and vivid tear And blood pours from the furrows While the star shines high No place to cover from Its rotten light Ho- sanna Ho- san- na Ho- san- n- a |
|||
22:12 |
Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum: Chaining the Katechon
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Chaining the Katechon | 22:12 | Show lyrics |
In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers And stuttering words As mere echoes in the desert Vanish in those lower spheres Where shame is unknown. It is a vain Earth. A vision, final, of deceit. There can be no refuge In this grotesque liquid flowing Where shapes melt into each other Where cause becomes consequence. To err with the insane In hostile immensities How legitimate is the faith into despair ? A bond of hallowed essence between all that pulsates it is the primeval degradation the erosion, the crumbling, the everlasting scission. It is disturbance and anxiety As absolutes, for the world is becoming. Still, a temple stands And a star shines. The slopes slaver pus Towards the skies and the thorn Courts the wound. The sun of dolour shines : They enter in its brilliance Those who are divided With their dazzled mouths, The eerie ray of exile Shall be their guide. Scattered they walk towards The incestuous womb. The fertile womb of two And three and all. The weight of these bodies In the shallow waters Shatters the poise. There is a tear of fire In the sky of the worlds. There is a tear of fire And your tongue of light Caressed by the silent leprosy Of your palate Whispers about the gulch of lies The tranquil occupation of agony The dire liquors of a mass-grave And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss. We went to the trough, Lord. We went bend and convulsed. We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering. You dispensed it and we drank it. We saw your image. The gap of our eyes and mouths is void. We went bent and convulsed. It broke us and dissolved us. Liable for the core of the origins There remains a pulsating debt Radiant in its multiple scissions It stands between the mother And her repudiated child Behind the hand that murders And amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth Is done with equity. Le verdict ne vient pas d’un coup, le processus lui-même se transforme au fur et à mesure en verdict. The task to be achieved, human vocation Is to become intensely mortal Not to shrink back Before the voices coming from the gallows tree A work making increasing sense By its lack of sense In the history of times there is But the truth of bones and dust. Thinly grinded to white powder In the mill of fragmentation You give it to brothers and sisters The remains of the Oath Vague echoes of a day of midnight The advent of that which never was The coming of a man from the grave. Still a temple stands And a star shines. Unceasingly, those who can not be one Exchange their rings In an arched world Exhausted by the division The stale principle of stellar times. A ford alike Between the crimson rivers Carrying along their murky waters Countless extinct cradles. Merely a glance ahead Resonates the wailing of flowers Under such a suffocating heat That men entered into gestation You hold a palimpsest of dolour Once forgotten that the fall Is our fall. That death is no channel Anymore to rejoin the clay of a fractioned God. The act of a free man Connected to the balance of the world Projects itself into the infinite But the fracture Its ontological ballast The dispersion and the overcoming Bring a harvest of increasing conflict A descending spiral of splinters Lacerating the meridians. The temple stands Its walls a prison For the Katechon While the plowshare grates On the crystal hard and vivid tear And blood pours from the furrows While the star shines high No place to cover from Its rotten light Ho- sanna Ho- san- na Ho- san- n- a |
|||
22:12 |
Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum: Chaining the Katechon
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Boban Milunović | Mastering |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Chaining the Katechon | 22:12 | Show lyrics |
In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers And stuttering words As mere echoes in the desert Vanish in those lower spheres Where shame is unknown. It is a vain Earth. A vision, final, of deceit. There can be no refuge In this grotesque liquid flowing Where shapes melt into each other Where cause becomes consequence. To err with the insane In hostile immensities How legitimate is the faith into despair ? A bond of hallowed essence between all that pulsates it is the primeval degradation the erosion, the crumbling, the everlasting scission. It is disturbance and anxiety As absolutes, for the world is becoming. Still, a temple stands And a star shines. The slopes slaver pus Towards the skies and the thorn Courts the wound. The sun of dolour shines : They enter in its brilliance Those who are divided With their dazzled mouths, The eerie ray of exile Shall be their guide. Scattered they walk towards The incestuous womb. The fertile womb of two And three and all. The weight of these bodies In the shallow waters Shatters the poise. There is a tear of fire In the sky of the worlds. There is a tear of fire And your tongue of light Caressed by the silent leprosy Of your palate Whispers about the gulch of lies The tranquil occupation of agony The dire liquors of a mass-grave And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss. We went to the trough, Lord. We went bend and convulsed. We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering. You dispensed it and we drank it. We saw your image. The gap of our eyes and mouths is void. We went bent and convulsed. It broke us and dissolved us. Liable for the core of the origins There remains a pulsating debt Radiant in its multiple scissions It stands between the mother And her repudiated child Behind the hand that murders And amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth Is done with equity. Le verdict ne vient pas d’un coup, le processus lui-même se transforme au fur et à mesure en verdict. The task to be achieved, human vocation Is to become intensely mortal Not to shrink back Before the voices coming from the gallows tree A work making increasing sense By its lack of sense In the history of times there is But the truth of bones and dust. Thinly grinded to white powder In the mill of fragmentation You give it to brothers and sisters The remains of the Oath Vague echoes of a day of midnight The advent of that which never was The coming of a man from the grave. Still a temple stands And a star shines. Unceasingly, those who can not be one Exchange their rings In an arched world Exhausted by the division The stale principle of stellar times. A ford alike Between the crimson rivers Carrying along their murky waters Countless extinct cradles. Merely a glance ahead Resonates the wailing of flowers Under such a suffocating heat That men entered into gestation You hold a palimpsest of dolour Once forgotten that the fall Is our fall. That death is no channel Anymore to rejoin the clay of a fractioned God. The act of a free man Connected to the balance of the world Projects itself into the infinite But the fracture Its ontological ballast The dispersion and the overcoming Bring a harvest of increasing conflict A descending spiral of splinters Lacerating the meridians. The temple stands Its walls a prison For the Katechon While the plowshare grates On the crystal hard and vivid tear And blood pours from the furrows While the star shines high No place to cover from Its rotten light Ho- sanna Ho- san- na Ho- san- n- a |
|||
22:12 |
Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
S.V.E.S.T. | |
Spica | Vocals |
Darkkarma | All instruments |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Chaining the Katechon | 22:12 | Show lyrics |
In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers And stuttering words As mere echoes in the desert Vanish in those lower spheres Where shame is unknown. It is a vain Earth. A vision, final, of deceit. There can be no refuge In this grotesque liquid flowing Where shapes melt into each other Where cause becomes consequence. To err with the insane In hostile immensities How legitimate is the faith into despair ? A bond of hallowed essence between all that pulsates it is the primeval degradation the erosion, the crumbling, the everlasting scission. It is disturbance and anxiety As absolutes, for the world is becoming. Still, a temple stands And a star shines. The slopes slaver pus Towards the skies and the thorn Courts the wound. The sun of dolour shines : They enter in its brilliance Those who are divided With their dazzled mouths, The eerie ray of exile Shall be their guide. Scattered they walk towards The incestuous womb. The fertile womb of two And three and all. The weight of these bodies In the shallow waters Shatters the poise. There is a tear of fire In the sky of the worlds. There is a tear of fire And your tongue of light Caressed by the silent leprosy Of your palate Whispers about the gulch of lies The tranquil occupation of agony The dire liquors of a mass-grave And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss. We went to the trough, Lord. We went bend and convulsed. We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering. You dispensed it and we drank it. We saw your image. The gap of our eyes and mouths is void. We went bent and convulsed. It broke us and dissolved us. Liable for the core of the origins There remains a pulsating debt Radiant in its multiple scissions It stands between the mother And her repudiated child Behind the hand that murders And amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth Is done with equity. The task to be achieved, human vocation Is to become intensely mortal Not to shrink back Before the voices coming from the gallows tree A work making increasing sense By its lack of sense In the history of times there is But the truth of bones and dust. Thinly grinded to white powder In the mill of fragmentation You give it to brothers and sisters The remains of the Oath Vague echoes of a day of midnight The advent of that which never was The coming of a man from the grave. Still a temple stands And a star shines. Unceasingly, those who can not be one Exchange their rings In an arched world Exhausted by the division The stale principle of stellar times. A ford alike Between the crimson rivers Carrying along their murky waters Countless extinct cradles. Merely a glance ahead Resonates the wailing of flowers Under such a suffocating heat That men entered into gestation You hold a palimpsest of dolour Once forgotten that the fall Is our fall. That death is no channel Anymore to rejoin the clay of a fractioned God. The act of a free man Connected to the balance of the world Projects itself into the infinite But the fracture Its ontological ballast The dispersion and the overcoming Bring a harvest of increasing conflict A descending spiral of splinters Lacerating the meridians. The temple stands Its walls a prison For the Katechon While the plowshare grates On the crystal hard and vivid tear And blood pours from the furrows While the star shines high No place to cover from Its rotten light Ho- sanna Ho- san- na Ho- san- n- a |
|||
Side B | |||
2. | S.V.E.S.T. - Et la lumière fut, comme un coup de scalpel | 10:15 | Show lyrics |
En tout instant précède le probable où tout c’est déjà réalisé. Dissection, division, créationm du Tout le Diable se fait Le grand équarisseur. Déchirant le silence éclate l’œuvre de division; la matière... telle l’explosion de sa colère. Si tout n’est que fluctuations, différenciations, cérémonies des opposés c’est que sa main a opéree. Le Diable est l’interface entre la cause et l’effet. L’interstice des pôles. L’instant fugace d’une œuvre matricielle, touchant au fondement du Tout. L’entropie du Diable est la dynamique universelle qui rythme tout action, il est le pulse du Tout en devenir. Et la lumière fut, comme un coup de scalpel. Une grâce cosmique, aveugle et déchaînée qui n’a de cause qu’elle-même. Orchestre macabre des firmaments abyssaux. Le prisme schizophrène compose et décompose sa disharmonie. Enfant les plus grandes complexités, ton action fleurit des fractales. Le serpent cosmique, trahit sa présence par ondoiements, qui à l’issue de folles distances résonent dans le destin des multitudes en un seul et même fracas. A toi appartient que tout naisse ou cesse, l’essence d’un tout qui ne trouve rythme que dans les débuts et les fins, Le Grand dissociateur, Diabolos! Ton action ne peut être que contemplée, tel un puits de nihilisme. Ceux qui l’observeront de trop près y noieront leur esprit, car de tes créations seule la chair en a assimilé les lois. Substantifique conscience. Cependant le Diable est ma raison. |
|||
3. | S.V.E.S.T. - Le diable est ma raison | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Toi qui joues de Dieu ou de Satan, observe l’errance de l’Homme apeure qui idolatre les idiots et les savants. Sa crainte d’une solitude insupportable, happant tout espoir au sein d’une terreur cosmique, sans age et sans visage, detourne le regard de tes cruelles verites. En dehors de la culpabilite tu es un dieu en exil. Les illumines ne voient en toi que l’instrument de la transcendence de Dieu. Tu es l’architecte du doute, l’unite prismatique du reel. Telle est la mosaique de ton existence. Nulle encre n’a pu couler, nul sang verse, nul mot prononce que par ton action. Une soumission universelle a la diablectique. Faconnant les contours de toute chose, quel dessein schizophrene s’offre a nous? L’illusion pousse a croire en un projet, mais est-ce l’intention? Si les creatures d’insignificance comptent batir a travers le desert, ils n’accomplissent que leur maigre but. Mais ou sera ton temple? Es-tu une force en action mais sans vision, brute et primordiale? La contemplation de tes signes, serait-ce alors notre seul lot? Je ne vois en ton oeuvre aucune raison d’etre a l’Homme si ce n’est de te reveler. L’arrogance de l’homme sera de te preter intentions, alors que ta transcendante action s’indigne deja d’une simple attention. De nos cerveaux sortiront les perversions de l’analyse; l’ignoble Ego qui pousse l’Homme a croire savoir et a savoir croire. |
|||
4. | S.V.E.S.T. - Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Veritas Diaboli manet in aeternum. Diabolis vobiscum et cum spirita tuo. |
|||
45:14 |
Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Deathspell Omega | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
S.V.E.S.T. | |
Spica | Vocals |
Darkkarma | All instruments |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Deathspell Omega - Chaining the Katechon | 22:12 | Show lyrics |
In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers And stuttering words As mere echoes in the desert Vanish in those lower spheres Where shame is unknown. It is a vain Earth. A vision, final, of deceit. There can be no refuge In this grotesque liquid flowing Where shapes melt into each other Where cause becomes consequence. To err with the insane In hostile immensities How legitimate is the faith into despair ? A bond of hallowed essence between all that pulsates it is the primeval degradation the erosion, the crumbling, the everlasting scission. It is disturbance and anxiety As absolutes, for the world is becoming. Still, a temple stands And a star shines. The slopes slaver pus Towards the skies and the thorn Courts the wound. The sun of dolour shines : They enter in its brilliance Those who are divided With their dazzled mouths, The eerie ray of exile Shall be their guide. Scattered they walk towards The incestuous womb. The fertile womb of two And three and all. The weight of these bodies In the shallow waters Shatters the poise. There is a tear of fire In the sky of the worlds. There is a tear of fire And your tongue of light Caressed by the silent leprosy Of your palate Whispers about the gulch of lies The tranquil occupation of agony The dire liquors of a mass-grave And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss. We went to the trough, Lord. We went bend and convulsed. We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering. You dispensed it and we drank it. We saw your image. The gap of our eyes and mouths is void. We went bent and convulsed. It broke us and dissolved us. Liable for the core of the origins There remains a pulsating debt Radiant in its multiple scissions It stands between the mother And her repudiated child Behind the hand that murders And amid attempts of reconciliation. The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth Is done with equity. The task to be achieved, human vocation Is to become intensely mortal Not to shrink back Before the voices coming from the gallows tree A work making increasing sense By its lack of sense In the history of times there is But the truth of bones and dust. Thinly grinded to white powder In the mill of fragmentation You give it to brothers and sisters The remains of the Oath Vague echoes of a day of midnight The advent of that which never was The coming of a man from the grave. Still a temple stands And a star shines. Unceasingly, those who can not be one Exchange their rings In an arched world Exhausted by the division The stale principle of stellar times. A ford alike Between the crimson rivers Carrying along their murky waters Countless extinct cradles. Merely a glance ahead Resonates the wailing of flowers Under such a suffocating heat That men entered into gestation You hold a palimpsest of dolour Once forgotten that the fall Is our fall. That death is no channel Anymore to rejoin the clay of a fractioned God. The act of a free man Connected to the balance of the world Projects itself into the infinite But the fracture Its ontological ballast The dispersion and the overcoming Bring a harvest of increasing conflict A descending spiral of splinters Lacerating the meridians. The temple stands Its walls a prison For the Katechon While the plowshare grates On the crystal hard and vivid tear And blood pours from the furrows While the star shines high No place to cover from Its rotten light Ho- sanna Ho- san- na Ho- san- n- a |
|||
Side B | |||
2. | S.V.E.S.T. - Et la lumière fut, comme un coup de scalpel | 10:15 | Show lyrics |
En tout instant précède le probable où tout c’est déjà réalisé. Dissection, division, créationm du Tout le Diable se fait Le grand équarisseur. Déchirant le silence éclate l’œuvre de division; la matière... telle l’explosion de sa colère. Si tout n’est que fluctuations, différenciations, cérémonies des opposés c’est que sa main a opéree. Le Diable est l’interface entre la cause et l’effet. L’interstice des pôles. L’instant fugace d’une œuvre matricielle, touchant au fondement du Tout. L’entropie du Diable est la dynamique universelle qui rythme tout action, il est le pulse du Tout en devenir. Et la lumière fut, comme un coup de scalpel. Une grâce cosmique, aveugle et déchaînée qui n’a de cause qu’elle-même. Orchestre macabre des firmaments abyssaux. Le prisme schizophrène compose et décompose sa disharmonie. Enfant les plus grandes complexités, ton action fleurit des fractales. Le serpent cosmique, trahit sa présence par ondoiements, qui à l’issue de folles distances résonent dans le destin des multitudes en un seul et même fracas. A toi appartient que tout naisse ou cesse, l’essence d’un tout qui ne trouve rythme que dans les débuts et les fins, Le Grand dissociateur, Diabolos! Ton action ne peut être que contemplée, tel un puits de nihilisme. Ceux qui l’observeront de trop près y noieront leur esprit, car de tes créations seule la chair en a assimilé les lois. Substantifique conscience. Cependant le Diable est ma raison. |
|||
3. | S.V.E.S.T. - Le diable est ma raison | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Toi qui joues de Dieu ou de Satan, observe l’errance de l’Homme apeure qui idolatre les idiots et les savants. Sa crainte d’une solitude insupportable, happant tout espoir au sein d’une terreur cosmique, sans age et sans visage, detourne le regard de tes cruelles verites. En dehors de la culpabilite tu es un dieu en exil. Les illumines ne voient en toi que l’instrument de la transcendence de Dieu. Tu es l’architecte du doute, l’unite prismatique du reel. Telle est la mosaique de ton existence. Nulle encre n’a pu couler, nul sang verse, nul mot prononce que par ton action. Une soumission universelle a la diablectique. Faconnant les contours de toute chose, quel dessein schizophrene s’offre a nous? L’illusion pousse a croire en un projet, mais est-ce l’intention? Si les creatures d’insignificance comptent batir a travers le desert, ils n’accomplissent que leur maigre but. Mais ou sera ton temple? Es-tu une force en action mais sans vision, brute et primordiale? La contemplation de tes signes, serait-ce alors notre seul lot? Je ne vois en ton oeuvre aucune raison d’etre a l’Homme si ce n’est de te reveler. L’arrogance de l’homme sera de te preter intentions, alors que ta transcendante action s’indigne deja d’une simple attention. De nos cerveaux sortiront les perversions de l’analyse; l’ignoble Ego qui pousse l’Homme a croire savoir et a savoir croire. |
|||
4. | S.V.E.S.T. - Veritas Diaboli Manet in Aeternum | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Veritas Diaboli manet in aeternum. Diabolis vobiscum et cum spirita tuo. |
|||
45:14 |
Mass Grave Aesthetics
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:43 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself - Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
19:43 |
Mass Grave Aesthetics
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:43 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself - Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
19:43 |
Paracletus
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (French) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Epiklesis | 01:42 | Show lyrics |
“…anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come” Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Esprit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abîme, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum |
|||
2. | Wings of Predation | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Twin glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal world could conceal (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les bêlements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il ne soit possible de supposer une seule plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans les impossibles exils où s’accroupit le Consolateur… |
|||
3. | Abscission | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the blazing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Implemini Spiritu Sancto |
|||
4. | Dearth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
La mince clameur de ces êtres iniques et inabsous Pleurant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage ! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Eucharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie ! En vérité, nous sommes les Saints de la pénurie ! |
|||
5. | Phosphene | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously through endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom They bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and loses substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assaillis par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphènes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ |
|||
6. | Epiklesis | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
… écoutez les très étouffé, le très lointain, le très pâle gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum |
|||
7. | Malconfort | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulfill your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? What concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branch! |
|||
8. | Have You Beheld the Fevers? | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the absence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? |
|||
9. | Devouring Famine | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule âme serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions |
|||
10. | Apokatastasis Pantôn | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE… |
|||
42:34 |
Paracletus
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (French) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Epiklesis | 01:42 | Show lyrics |
“…anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come” Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Esprit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abîme, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum |
|||
2. | Wings of Predation | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Twin glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal world could conceal (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les bêlements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il ne soit possible de supposer une seule plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans les impossibles exils où s’accroupit le Consolateur… |
|||
3. | Abscission | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the blazing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Implemini Spiritu Sancto |
|||
4. | Dearth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
La mince clameur de ces êtres iniques et inabsous Pleurant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage ! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Eucharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie ! En vérité, nous sommes les Saints de la pénurie ! |
|||
5. | Phosphene | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously through endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom They bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and loses substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assaillis par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphènes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ |
|||
Side B | |||
6. | Epiklesis | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
… écoutez les très étouffé, le très lointain, le très pâle gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum |
|||
7. | Malconfort | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulfill your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? What concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branch! |
|||
8. | Have You Beheld the Fevers? | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the absence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? |
|||
9. | Devouring Famine | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule âme serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions |
|||
10. | Apokatastasis Pantôn | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE… |
|||
42:34 |
Paracletus
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (French) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Epiklesis | 01:42 | Show lyrics |
“…anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come” Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Esprit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abîme, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum |
|||
2. | Wings of Predation | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Twin glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal world could conceal (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les bêlements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il ne soit possible de supposer une seule plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans les impossibles exils où s’accroupit le Consolateur… |
|||
3. | Abscission | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the blazing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Implemini Spiritu Sancto |
|||
4. | Dearth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
La mince clameur de ces êtres iniques et inabsous Pleurant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage ! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Eucharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie ! En vérité, nous sommes les Saints de la pénurie ! |
|||
5. | Phosphene | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously through endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom They bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and loses substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assaillis par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphènes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ |
|||
6. | Epiklesis | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
… écoutez les très étouffé, le très lointain, le très pâle gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum |
|||
7. | Malconfort | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulfill your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? What concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branch! |
|||
8. | Have You Beheld the Fevers? | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the absence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? |
|||
9. | Devouring Famine | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule âme serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions |
|||
10. | Apokatastasis Pantôn | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE… |
|||
42:34 |
Paracletus
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (French) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Epiklesis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
“…anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come” Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Esprit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abîme, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum |
|||
2. | Wings of Predation | 03:40 | Show lyrics |
Twin glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal world could conceal (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les bêlements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il ne soit possible de supposer une seule plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans les impossibles exils où s’accroupit le Consolateur… |
|||
3. | Abscission | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the blazing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Implemini Spiritu Sancto |
|||
4. | Dearth | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
La mince clameur de ces êtres iniques et inabsous Pleurant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage ! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Eucharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie ! En vérité, nous sommes les Saints de la pénurie ! |
|||
5. | Phosphene | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously through endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom They bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and loses substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assaillis par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphènes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ |
|||
6. | Epiklesis | 03:03 | Show lyrics |
… écoutez les très étouffé, le très lointain, le très pâle gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum |
|||
7. | Malconfort | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulfill your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? What concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branch! |
|||
8. | Have You Beheld the Fevers? | 02:57 | Show lyrics |
Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the absence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? |
|||
9. | Devouring Famine | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule âme serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions |
|||
10. | Apokatastasis Pantôn | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE… |
|||
42:08 |
Paracletus
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Spica | Vocals (French) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davthvs (R.I.P. 2020) | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Epiklesis | 01:42 | Show lyrics |
“…anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come” Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Esprit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abîme, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum |
|||
2. | Wings of Predation | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
Twin glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal world could conceal (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les bêlements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il ne soit possible de supposer une seule plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans les impossibles exils où s’accroupit le Consolateur… |
|||
3. | Abscission | 06:07 | Show lyrics |
…The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the blazing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Aboyeurs de Dieu ! Implemini Spiritu Sancto |
|||
4. | Dearth | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
La mince clameur de ces êtres iniques et inabsous Pleurant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage ! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Eucharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie ! En vérité, nous sommes les Saints de la pénurie ! |
|||
5. | Phosphene | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously through endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom They bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and loses substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assaillis par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphènes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ |
|||
Side B | |||
6. | Epiklesis | 03:06 | Show lyrics |
… écoutez les très étouffé, le très lointain, le très pâle gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum |
|||
7. | Malconfort | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulfill your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? What concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branch! |
|||
8. | Have You Beheld the Fevers? | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the absence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? |
|||
9. | Devouring Famine | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule âme serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions |
|||
10. | Apokatastasis Pantôn | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE… |
|||
42:34 |
Diabolus Absconditus
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Comaworx | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | 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 made 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 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 idea... 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 an 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 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 increase 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 realizing 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 only is sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-hiding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s 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, at all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me. It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped from 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 her 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 her 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 my 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 which we strive With all that 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 has 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 taken away from us at the same time it is given 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... [Credit for tremendous revelation goes, in all humility, to G. Bataille.] |
|||
22:30 |
Diabolus Absconditus
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Comaworx | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Diabolus Absconditus | 22:29 | 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 made 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 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 idea... 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 an 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 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 increase 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 realizing 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 only is sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-hiding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s 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, at all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me. It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped from 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 her 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 her 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 my 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 which we strive With all that 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 has 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 taken away from us at the same time it is given 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... [Credit for tremendous revelation goes, in all humility, to G. Bataille.] |
|||
22:29 |
Diabolus Absconditus / Mass Grave Aesthetics
Members | |
---|---|
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Diabolus Absconditus | 22:30 | Show lyrics |
(“Death is the most terrible thing; And to maintain its works is what requires the greatest strength” – Hegel) Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve made 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 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 idea... 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 an 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 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 increase of god’s hiddenness Descent of the 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 realizing 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 only is sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s 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, at all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped from 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 her 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 her 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 my 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 which we strive With all that 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 has 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 taken away from us at the same time it is given 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 And psychotropic-altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds |
|||
Side B | |||
2. | Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:40 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself??? Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
42:10 |
Diabolus Absconditus / Mass Grave Aesthetics
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Diabolus Absconditus | 22:29 | Show lyrics |
(“Death is the most terrible thing; And to maintain its works is what requires the greatest strength” – Hegel) Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve made 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 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 idea... 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 an 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 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 increase of god’s hiddenness Descent of the 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 realizing 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 only is sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s 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, at all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped from 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 her 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 her 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 my 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 which we strive With all that 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 has 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 taken away from us at the same time it is given 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 And psychotropic-altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds |
|||
2. | Mass Grave Aesthetics | 19:43 | Show lyrics |
“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? What matters the death of vague human beings, If thereby the individual affirms himself??? Laurent Tailhade The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven The culture of transgression is mine and my descent Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl? Sic volo, Sic jubeo, Stat pro ratione voluntas The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, Too great for the eyes of merely a man? Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence And will for Vice is like the mind’s dark radiance Which blinds and of which I’m dying Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; For what matters the death of a vague human beings If thereby the individual affirms himself? Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, When inversion is complete and total The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light But the process of seeing being taken to its limit That thorough derangement of the senses, Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah? Si non credideritis, Non inteligetis The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself And takes possession of the quintessential human soul Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin If a faith and a belief aren’t nurtured by the moist of blood They do not grow, nor do they live It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves That we do measure the propagation of our faith Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion Legs in the air, like a whore ?displayed, indifferent to the last A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas? This is you, nourishing The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
|||
42:12 |
Drought
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Salowe Vision | 03:45 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Fiery Serpents | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
...I had a salowe vision wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought ...sand, in an abrasive swirling murk, covered the crackled book of life... A testimony from the dimension of regret. This voice comes from the second right after the disaster when all there is left to say in a distressed whisper is It is too late. The irreparable has been carved in stone and those made accountable for it are you. Standing, shivering in cold dim light waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead like Adam and Eve at the end of time. One may argue that it was flawed since the beginning that the dice were loaded that God had it all within that He is the Source. O heavenly Father! pathogen agent of contamination, harbinger of catastrophe, icon of the impending Fall: but what difference does it make? Altitudines Satanæ - the vertigo of Liberty tipped the scales. A shadow of horror is risen. This will not be redeemed no matter how sincere the genuflection and ardent the confession. |
|||
3. | Scorpions & Drought | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones eroded by nefarious winds, haunted by their barking echoes. Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world which until now renewed itself with every dawn nurtured by holy breath; behold those mountains the rocks of which turn to ghosts and those roots petrified in thirst, vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers, and bury your doubts in a profane grave. The greatest proof of justice and mercy God’s supreme goodness and his loving caress inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust, the black veil at the horizon soon to hush in velvet silence your daughter’s last breath, crowning you the depositary of ten thousand indignities: the eminent king of a world in dismay. Every singularity is filed down by this continuous ochre stream. The only memory and existence those you cherished ever had and ever could have, the memory of the heart, is overcome by the drought of the heart: a desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
4. | Sand | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
A desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
5. | Abrasive Swirling Murk | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
There are places not to be found but to be recognized, they sheltered a fire. The fire wherein the acts of God and the acts of men were to melt and merge making it a a senseless chore to distinguish the human from the divine. God resides in such places and it is where He conspires at the devastation of what took him so long to accomplish. It is where the sentence matured and was declared in joint responsibility. Yet, wasn’t this an act of compassion? Like the shooting in the head of a horse with a broken leg. Your cry of revolt and disbelief - a brief caesura in the slowing heartbeat of the world as if a horrible new pain had been given birth in abomination - surges in vain to face the inexorable, leaving behind but a meager comfort: there is no exemption for the offspring of this withered womb, not even for Chaos itself. Who can reap the meaning of this unstinted negation of centuries and millions before it sinks within the infinite depths of that dun ocean? |
|||
6. | The Crackled Book of Life | 04:20 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
21:00 |
Drought
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Salowe Vision | 03:45 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Fiery Serpents | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
...I had a salowe vision wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought ...sand, in an abrasive swirling murk, covered the crackled book of life... A testimony from the dimension of regret. This voice comes from the second right after the disaster when all there is left to say in a distressed whisper is It is too late. The irreparable has been carved in stone and those made accountable for it are you. Standing, shivering in cold dim light waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead like Adam and Eve at the end of time. One may argue that it was flawed since the beginning that the dice were loaded that God had it all within that He is the Source. O heavenly Father! pathogen agent of contamination, harbinger of catastrophe, icon of the impending Fall: but what difference does it make? Altitudines Satanæ - the vertigo of Liberty tipped the scales. A shadow of horror is risen. This will not be redeemed no matter how sincere the genuflection and ardent the confession. |
|||
3. | Scorpions & Drought | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones eroded by nefarious winds, haunted by their barking echoes. Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world which until now renewed itself with every dawn nurtured by holy breath; behold those mountains the rocks of which turn to ghosts and those roots petrified in thirst, vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers, and bury your doubts in a profane grave. The greatest proof of justice and mercy God’s supreme goodness and his loving caress inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust, the black veil at the horizon soon to hush in velvet silence your daughter’s last breath, crowning you the depositary of ten thousand indignities: the eminent king of a world in dismay. Every singularity is filed down by this continuous ochre stream. The only memory and existence those you cherished ever had and ever could have, the memory of the heart, is overcome by the drought of the heart: a desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | Sand | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
A desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
5. | Abrasive Swirling Murk | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
There are places not to be found but to be recognized, they sheltered a fire. The fire wherein the acts of God and the acts of men were to melt and merge making it a a senseless chore to distinguish the human from the divine. God resides in such places and it is where He conspires at the devastation of what took him so long to accomplish. It is where the sentence matured and was declared in joint responsibility. Yet, wasn’t this an act of compassion? Like the shooting in the head of a horse with a broken leg. Your cry of revolt and disbelief - a brief caesura in the slowing heartbeat of the world as if a horrible new pain had been given birth in abomination - surges in vain to face the inexorable, leaving behind but a meager comfort: there is no exemption for the offspring of this withered womb, not even for Chaos itself. Who can reap the meaning of this unstinted negation of centuries and millions before it sinks within the infinite depths of that dun ocean? |
|||
6. | The Crackled Book of Life | 04:20 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
21:00 |
Drought
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Salowe Vision | 03:41 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Fiery Serpents | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
...I had a salowe vision wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought ...sand, in an abrasive swirling murk, covered the crackled book of life... A testimony from the dimension of regret. This voice comes from the second right after the disaster when all there is left to say in a distressed whisper is It is too late. The irreparable has been carved in stone and those made accountable for it are you. Standing, shivering in cold dim light waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead like Adam and Eve at the end of time. One may argue that it was flawed since the beginning that the dice were loaded that God had it all within that He is the Source. O heavenly Father! pathogen agent of contamination, harbinger of catastrophe, icon of the impending Fall: but what difference does it make? Altitudines Satanæ - the vertigo of Liberty tipped the scales. A shadow of horror is risen. This will not be redeemed no matter how sincere the genuflection and ardent the confession. |
|||
3. | Scorpions & Drought | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones eroded by nefarious winds, haunted by their barking echoes. Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world which until now renewed itself with every dawn nurtured by holy breath; behold those mountains the rocks of which turn to ghosts and those roots petrified in thirst, vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers, and bury your doubts in a profane grave. The greatest proof of justice and mercy God’s supreme goodness and his loving caress inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust, the black veil at the horizon soon to hush in velvet silence your daughter’s last breath, crowning you the depositary of ten thousand indignities: the eminent king of a world in dismay. Every singularity is filed down by this continuous ochre stream. The only memory and existence those you cherished ever had and ever could have, the memory of the heart, is overcome by the drought of the heart: a desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
4. | Sand | 01:35 | Show lyrics |
A desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
5. | Abrasive Swirling Murk | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
There are places not to be found but to be recognized, they sheltered a fire. The fire wherein the acts of God and the acts of men were to melt and merge making it a a senseless chore to distinguish the human from the divine. God resides in such places and it is where He conspires at the devastation of what took him so long to accomplish. It is where the sentence matured and was declared in joint responsibility. Yet, wasn’t this an act of compassion? Like the shooting in the head of a horse with a broken leg. Your cry of revolt and disbelief - a brief caesura in the slowing heartbeat of the world as if a horrible new pain had been given birth in abomination - surges in vain to face the inexorable, leaving behind but a meager comfort: there is no exemption for the offspring of this withered womb, not even for Chaos itself. Who can reap the meaning of this unstinted negation of centuries and millions before it sinks within the infinite depths of that dun ocean? |
|||
6. | The Crackled Book of Life | 04:25 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
20:54 |
Drought
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Manuel Tinnemans | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Salowe Vision | 03:45 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Fiery Serpents | 04:15 | Show lyrics |
...I had a salowe vision wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought ...sand, in an abrasive swirling murk, covered the crackled book of life... A testimony from the dimension of regret. This voice comes from the second right after the disaster when all there is left to say in a distressed whisper is It is too late. The irreparable has been carved in stone and those made accountable for it are you. Standing, shivering in cold dim light waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead like Adam and Eve at the end of time. One may argue that it was flawed since the beginning that the dice were loaded that God had it all within that He is the Source. O heavenly Father! pathogen agent of contamination, harbinger of catastrophe, icon of the impending Fall: but what difference does it make? Altitudines Satanæ - the vertigo of Liberty tipped the scales. A shadow of horror is risen. This will not be redeemed no matter how sincere the genuflection and ardent the confession. |
|||
3. | Scorpions & Drought | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones eroded by nefarious winds, haunted by their barking echoes. Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world which until now renewed itself with every dawn nurtured by holy breath; behold those mountains the rocks of which turn to ghosts and those roots petrified in thirst, vainly defying the opaque silence of hollow rivers, and bury your doubts in a profane grave. The greatest proof of justice and mercy God’s supreme goodness and his loving caress inhabit these abrasive pillars of dust, the black veil at the horizon soon to hush in velvet silence your daughter’s last breath, crowning you the depositary of ten thousand indignities: the eminent king of a world in dismay. Every singularity is filed down by this continuous ochre stream. The only memory and existence those you cherished ever had and ever could have, the memory of the heart, is overcome by the drought of the heart: a desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
4. | Sand | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
A desert with no life but scorpions coming as a swarm, as a flood with an abundance of deadly stings... one for every remembrance one for every comforting echo of the past for blithe days of hope turned sour. |
|||
5. | Abrasive Swirling Murk | 03:50 | Show lyrics |
There are places not to be found but to be recognized, they sheltered a fire. The fire wherein the acts of God and the acts of men were to melt and merge making it a a senseless chore to distinguish the human from the divine. God resides in such places and it is where He conspires at the devastation of what took him so long to accomplish. It is where the sentence matured and was declared in joint responsibility. Yet, wasn’t this an act of compassion? Like the shooting in the head of a horse with a broken leg. Your cry of revolt and disbelief - a brief caesura in the slowing heartbeat of the world as if a horrible new pain had been given birth in abomination - surges in vain to face the inexorable, leaving behind but a meager comfort: there is no exemption for the offspring of this withered womb, not even for Chaos itself. Who can reap the meaning of this unstinted negation of centuries and millions before it sinks within the infinite depths of that dun ocean? |
|||
6. | The Crackled Book of Life | 04:20 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
21:00 |
The Synarchy of Molten Bones
Members | |
---|---|
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | The Synarchy of Molten Bones | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
O Father! Iatros! Witness thou anon! Mists above, Exhalations below, I shall forevermore be betwixt all things, preventing communion; shielding off the weakening beams of salvation shining upon the mournful gloom of Earth; a dreadful interval, sly foundation of ruin, and breathe warring winds, racking hail where just this Morn thrice beloved concord was... Hearken this hideous peal as they drink the water of Styx, for all things shall become my prey; the water of Acheron, as they silence fragile weeping with horrent arms; the water of Cocytus, to laugh at the laments of the Holy Dead; yon boiling water of Phlegeton, cataracts of fire alike, and the water of Lethe for what shall remain, even in memories, but a livid seat of ever renewing desolation? Hearken thunder from below, like growling gods who erupt to be released and bare their fangs. A long shudder shakes the world as, rising upon the bleak horizon, swell into lifeless life the Commandments that shall sanctify the reign of the Specter that gnaws upon Man like hounds chew on bones and offal. The Synarchy of Molten Bones shall consist of Men of worth and Men of ill intent in abandoned yet equal numbers, for their insurgent wills harbor the seed of transgression alike. This seed shall bloom with noxious flowers, borne out of the mordant steel of scythes. Justice will die first, to the hammering sound of tears watering the Earth, as aught hope remains to reverse course. |
|||
2. | Famished for Breath | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Thou shalt precipitate History, those days of yonder, and the solemn roots of the human race into the furnace fraught with fire unquenchable. The names of all things thou shalt feed to the undying worm and rejoice at the mumblings of a once potent tongue. The haughty strides of Time thou shalt put to halt and mangle Past and Future with ghastly wounds. While for these deeds thou hast borne universal reproach, laugh at their vain designs, for scarce the sun hath finished his journey, nothing remains but the dread tribunal of an everlasting Present. Forge a bond in glowing iron the manacle Faith with raging Madness, another reeking of nitre, to chain Truth with Fear. Lo and behold, the first of many harvests of corpses is thine! Famished for breath, an angular neck and eyes aghast, the effulgence of Horror in this New World is without peers. Thou shalt celebrate the conception and rise of the New Man, to whom all he eats or drinks is propagated malediction, a Man pregnant with infernal flame, standing on the devastation of all things past. |
|||
3. | Onward Where Most with Ravin I May Meet | 10:12 | Show lyrics |
In secretest conveyance, I say forfeit all tongues to Death as hitherto they maintained the memory of the prime Architect and welcome instead, with yells and hysteria, the language, mockery of the Logos, that tastes bitter ashes alike and mimics exploding hiss. By repetition, incantation and privation of the psyche thou shalt summon words that to the mind are bane and forevermore close your soul to the heavenly stars. You may lament aloud: dawn shall henceforth rise within a suffocating tomb. Among all carnage present and past only one grave matters, hollow and hopelessly out of reach, the Grave of Singularity, over which weeps the Mother of All, saddened unto Death. The further the abasement of Man, the more he thinks of himself as angelic throng, just and saintly! Thou shalt celebrate the unquestionable perfection of this world without end, in which Life faces dissolution, with ceaseless Prayers, degenerate Song and obsequious discipline, for thy flesh is nothing but a receptacle for Law ironclad, ever since thy volition sunk into the deepest of Abysses! Thou shalt accept thy Revelation as your beginning and your end, all other things you are to abjure with spite! What thy Lord commands with repulsive voice tolerates neither addition nor love, nor faith. Only prevenient submission and servitude to the utmost limits of the fearful self! Thou shalt reap lush reward for taking that solemn oath... thy heart shall breed the larvae of plagues and depletion will complement dearth in thy hapless pursuit of a merciful void. See? Thy faith is not void of wonders! O Father! Intros! Witness thou anon! The rotten splendor of what once was thy realm, now shivering at the black threshold of the grave, deprived of the compass of duality, hence wretched and drowning in tenfold confusion. Death, adorned with refined rags, parades endlessly in a mimicry of Life, as innumerable crowds flagellate themselves in delirious adoration. The malformed progeny of Sin and Virtue reeks of such outrage to the Universe that even Titans flee submerged with nausea, lacking the strength to face this crime, which contains all crimes as one! |
|||
4. | Internecine Iatrogenesis | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
And yet, of worse deeds, worse suffering must ensue: The second and final rout culminates with a Silence that bears the acrid burden of all things lost since thou tamest Chaos, and a much heavier burden still, for all things that perished unborn, for none of the New Souls was found worthy to partake and witness. Even the soil turned frigid in a world made torrid by scorching heat. Thou who are the End of All, behold! To whom belong the faces, eyes and knees of the elderly, the women and the children, all that walks and crawls? All belong to you! Nothing more remains. -But heaven! One arrow, anointed in the balm of Internecine Iatrogenesis, shall suffice! Towards the Dawn, towards the south, towards the melancholy west and towards the North I cry: onward where most with ravin I may meet! The firmament sheds scarlet tears, dazzled by this horrendous pyre of a world, A brazen Holocaust, brighter than a hundred suns that slowly consumes God and Man, trembling beside one another, both bemoaning what could have been, what should have been, Yet their accusing voices sing the sound of discord on which I feast with my baneful maw in eternal hunger. |
|||
29:12 |
The Synarchy of Molten Bones
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | The Synarchy of Molten Bones | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
O Father! Iatros! Witness thou anon! Mists above, Exhalations below, I shall forevermore be betwixt all things, preventing communion; shielding off the weakening beams of salvation shining upon the mournful gloom of Earth; a dreadful interval, sly foundation of ruin, and breathe warring winds, racking hail where just this Morn thrice beloved concord was... Hearken this hideous peal as they drink the water of Styx, for all things shall become my prey; the water of Acheron, as they silence fragile weeping with horrent arms; the water of Cocytus, to laugh at the laments of the Holy Dead; yon boiling water of Phlegeton, cataracts of fire alike, and the water of Lethe for what shall remain, even in memories, but a livid seat of ever renewing desolation? Hearken thunder from below, like growling gods who erupt to be released and bare their fangs. A long shudder shakes the world as, rising upon the bleak horizon, swell into lifeless life the Commandments that shall sanctify the reign of the Specter that gnaws upon Man like hounds chew on bones and offal. The Synarchy of Molten Bones shall consist of Men of worth and Men of ill intent in abandoned yet equal numbers, for their insurgent wills harbor the seed of transgression alike. This seed shall bloom with noxious flowers, borne out of the mordant steel of scythes. Justice will die first, to the hammering sound of tears watering the Earth, as aught hope remains to reverse course. |
|||
2. | Famished for Breath | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Thou shalt precipitate History, those days of yonder, and the solemn roots of the human race into the furnace fraught with fire unquenchable. The names of all things thou shalt feed to the undying worm and rejoice at the mumblings of a once potent tongue. The haughty strides of Time thou shalt put to halt and mangle Past and Future with ghastly wounds. While for these deeds thou hast borne universal reproach, laugh at their vain designs, for scarce the sun hath finished his journey, nothing remains but the dread tribunal of an everlasting Present. Forge a bond in glowing iron the manacle Faith with raging Madness, another reeking of nitre, to chain Truth with Fear. Lo and behold, the first of many harvests of corpses is thine! Famished for breath, an angular neck and eyes aghast, the effulgence of Horror in this New World is without peers. Thou shalt celebrate the conception and rise of the New Man, to whom all he eats or drinks is propagated malediction, a Man pregnant with infernal flame, standing on the devastation of all things past. |
|||
Side B | |||
3. | Onward Where Most with Ravin I May Meet | 10:12 | Show lyrics |
In secretest conveyance, I say forfeit all tongues to Death as hitherto they maintained the memory of the prime Architect and welcome instead, with yells and hysteria, the language, mockery of the Logos, that tastes bitter ashes alike and mimics exploding hiss. By repetition, incantation and privation of the psyche thou shalt summon words that to the mind are bane and forevermore close your soul to the heavenly stars. You may lament aloud: dawn shall henceforth rise within a suffocating tomb. Among all carnage present and past only one grave matters, hollow and hopelessly out of reach, the Grave of Singularity, over which weeps the Mother of All, saddened unto Death. The further the abasement of Man, the more he thinks of himself as angelic throng, just and saintly! Thou shalt celebrate the unquestionable perfection of this world without end, in which Life faces dissolution, with ceaseless Prayers, degenerate Song and obsequious discipline, for thy flesh is nothing but a receptacle for Law ironclad, ever since thy volition sunk into the deepest of Abysses! Thou shalt accept thy Revelation as your beginning and your end, all other things you are to abjure with spite! What thy Lord commands with repulsive voice tolerates neither addition nor love, nor faith. Only prevenient submission and servitude to the utmost limits of the fearful self! Thou shalt reap lush reward for taking that solemn oath... thy heart shall breed the larvae of plagues and depletion will complement dearth in thy hapless pursuit of a merciful void. See? Thy faith is not void of wonders! O Father! Intros! Witness thou anon! The rotten splendor of what once was thy realm, now shivering at the black threshold of the grave, deprived of the compass of duality, hence wretched and drowning in tenfold confusion. Death, adorned with refined rags, parades endlessly in a mimicry of Life, as innumerable crowds flagellate themselves in delirious adoration. The malformed progeny of Sin and Virtue reeks of such outrage to the Universe that even Titans flee submerged with nausea, lacking the strength to face this crime, which contains all crimes as one! |
|||
4. | Internecine Iatrogenesis | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
And yet, of worse deeds, worse suffering must ensue: The second and final rout culminates with a Silence that bears the acrid burden of all things lost since thou tamest Chaos, and a much heavier burden still, for all things that perished unborn, for none of the New Souls was found worthy to partake and witness. Even the soil turned frigid in a world made torrid by scorching heat. Thou who are the End of All, behold! To whom belong the faces, eyes and knees of the elderly, the women and the children, all that walks and crawls? All belong to you! Nothing more remains. -But heaven! One arrow, anointed in the balm of Internecine Iatrogenesis, shall suffice! Towards the Dawn, towards the south, towards the melancholy west and towards the North I cry: onward where most with ravin I may meet! The firmament sheds scarlet tears, dazzled by this horrendous pyre of a world, A brazen Holocaust, brighter than a hundred suns that slowly consumes God and Man, trembling beside one another, both bemoaning what could have been, what should have been, Yet their accusing voices sing the sound of discord on which I feast with my baneful maw in eternal hunger. |
|||
29:12 |
The Synarchy of Molten Bones
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Khaos | Bass |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | The Synarchy of Molten Bones | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
O Father! Iatros! Witness thou anon! Mists above, Exhalations below, I shall forevermore be betwixt all things, preventing communion; shielding off the weakening beams of salvation shining upon the mournful gloom of Earth; a dreadful interval, sly foundation of ruin, and breathe warring winds, racking hail where just this Morn thrice beloved concord was... Hearken this hideous peal as they drink the water of Styx, for all things shall become my prey; the water of Acheron, as they silence fragile weeping with horrent arms; the water of Cocytus, to laugh at the laments of the Holy Dead; yon boiling water of Phlegeton, cataracts of fire alike, and the water of Lethe for what shall remain, even in memories, but a livid seat of ever renewing desolation? Hearken thunder from below, like growling gods who erupt to be released and bare their fangs. A long shudder shakes the world as, rising upon the bleak horizon, swell into lifeless life the Commandments that shall sanctify the reign of the Specter that gnaws upon Man like hounds chew on bones and offal. The Synarchy of Molten Bones shall consist of Men of worth and Men of ill intent in abandoned yet equal numbers, for their insurgent wills harbor the seed of transgression alike. This seed shall bloom with noxious flowers, borne out of the mordant steel of scythes. Justice will die first, to the hammering sound of tears watering the Earth, as aught hope remains to reverse course. |
|||
2. | Famished for Breath | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Thou shalt precipitate History, those days of yonder, and the solemn roots of the human race into the furnace fraught with fire unquenchable. The names of all things thou shalt feed to the undying worm and rejoice at the mumblings of a once potent tongue. The haughty strides of Time thou shalt put to halt and mangle Past and Future with ghastly wounds. While for these deeds thou hast borne universal reproach, laugh at their vain designs, for scarce the sun hath finished his journey, nothing remains but the dread tribunal of an everlasting Present. Forge a bond in glowing iron the manacle Faith with raging Madness, another reeking of nitre, to chain Truth with Fear. Lo and behold, the first of many harvests of corpses is thine! Famished for breath, an angular neck and eyes aghast, the effulgence of Horror in this New World is without peers. Thou shalt celebrate the conception and rise of the New Man, to whom all he eats or drinks is propagated malediction, a Man pregnant with infernal flame, standing on the devastation of all things past. |
|||
3. | Onward Where Most with Ravin I May Meet | 10:12 | Show lyrics |
In secretest conveyance, I say forfeit all tongues to Death as hitherto they maintained the memory of the prime Architect and welcome instead, with yells and hysteria, the language, mockery of the Logos, that tastes bitter ashes alike and mimics exploding hiss. By repetition, incantation and privation of the psyche thou shalt summon words that to the mind are bane and forevermore close your soul to the heavenly stars. You may lament aloud: dawn shall henceforth rise within a suffocating tomb. Among all carnage present and past only one grave matters, hollow and hopelessly out of reach, the Grave of Singularity, over which weeps the Mother of All, saddened unto Death. The further the abasement of Man, the more he thinks of himself as angelic throng, just and saintly! Thou shalt celebrate the unquestionable perfection of this world without end, in which Life faces dissolution, with ceaseless Prayers, degenerate Song and obsequious discipline, for thy flesh is nothing but a receptacle for Law ironclad, ever since thy volition sunk into the deepest of Abysses! Thou shalt accept thy Revelation as your beginning and your end, all other things you are to abjure with spite! What thy Lord commands with repulsive voice tolerates neither addition nor love, nor faith. Only prevenient submission and servitude to the utmost limits of the fearful self! Thou shalt reap lush reward for taking that solemn oath... thy heart shall breed the larvae of plagues and depletion will complement dearth in thy hapless pursuit of a merciful void. See? Thy faith is not void of wonders! O Father! Intros! Witness thou anon! The rotten splendor of what once was thy realm, now shivering at the black threshold of the grave, deprived of the compass of duality, hence wretched and drowning in tenfold confusion. Death, adorned with refined rags, parades endlessly in a mimicry of Life, as innumerable crowds flagellate themselves in delirious adoration. The malformed progeny of Sin and Virtue reeks of such outrage to the Universe that even Titans flee submerged with nausea, lacking the strength to face this crime, which contains all crimes as one! |
|||
4. | Internecine Iatrogenesis | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
And yet, of worse deeds, worse suffering must ensue: The second and final rout culminates with a Silence that bears the acrid burden of all things lost since thou tamest Chaos, and a much heavier burden still, for all things that perished unborn, for none of the New Souls was found worthy to partake and witness. Even the soil turned frigid in a world made torrid by scorching heat. Thou who are the End of All, behold! To whom belong the faces, eyes and knees of the elderly, the women and the children, all that walks and crawls? All belong to you! Nothing more remains. -But heaven! One arrow, anointed in the balm of Internecine Iatrogenesis, shall suffice! Towards the Dawn, towards the south, towards the melancholy west and towards the North I cry: onward where most with ravin I may meet! The firmament sheds scarlet tears, dazzled by this horrendous pyre of a world, A brazen Holocaust, brighter than a hundred suns that slowly consumes God and Man, trembling beside one another, both bemoaning what could have been, what should have been, Yet their accusing voices sing the sound of discord on which I feast with my baneful maw in eternal hunger. |
|||
29:12 |
The Furnaces of Palingenesia
Members | |
---|---|
Band members | |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Christophe Chavanon | Recording |
Marion | Recording |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Neither Meaning nor Justice | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
This world contains neither meaning nor justice! That is, the world of yore is unintelligible, unless God conceived History as the History of the crimes and misfortunes of the human race. Therefore, the here and now shall be torn down and we will bless this world with meaning and justice. Arranged as they have been in all eternity, Man and the natural order cannot have been made for each other. We shall dissolve Man and mould him into a new shape, as you would mould a malformed limb, into a shape that fits the aforementioned order. We will act as though the principle of our actions were to become, by our will alone, a universal law of nature. We shall bear a world so perfect that its realization will undo us, we shall name it NEDE. This is the promise of our Providence. Hearken now : «Everything is degenerate as it leaves the hands of the Author of nature; everything becomes good in the hands of Man». |
|||
2. | The Fires of Frustration | 04:59 | Show lyrics |
Hear our voices, all of you, Men of resentment; whose stomachs and souls are aflame with the poisonous hatred of impotence; you whom have been wronged again and again; wiping your face clean, day after day, from the spit of those sitting unjustifiably above you. We will grant you freedom from freedom. As thou cometh unto us, we shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation: from your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile, you will regurgitate the quintessence of failure and, in the depths of the night, feel the warmth of equality recovering your shivering body. We will feed the illusion that, by merely mastering some of your base impulses, you can aim for the world - that your failure with common affairs all but guarantees your success with the unattainable and the splendid. Your indisputable competency to direct the fortunes of the many is herewith consecrated. Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of « all or nothing at all » will, of course, yield the latter for you. We shall reassure you of our warm paternal love, tell you with gentle yet virile words that a place exists that was yours of all eternity, that you won’t have to conquer it nor to redeem you worth with strenuous effort. Eventually, we are to arm and turn all of you into the expendable hounds of our Order. We shall base our ladder of dignity on things that are innate, things that require no skill nor exceptional aptitudes, so as to rally the masses of the inept and the interchangeables. We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic. We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise to feed your insatisfaction and turn you into feral dogs. There’s a grave at the other end of this metanoia, a grave large enough for your former and future self. We will dissolve your individuality in the multitude, you will feel free after relinquishing the burden of responsibility; you will feel free while obeying orders and swallowing the chewed leftovers of those ranking above you. We shall answer to your longing to be but one thread of the many which make up a tunic, indistinguishable from the others; so as to conceal your weakness as you cannot bear another minute the ruthless testing that comes with freedom. O hound, feral dog, we shall grant you freedom from freedom, relief from frustration. |
|||
3. | Ad Arma! Ad Arma! | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Your revolt against meaningless suffering will not remain unanswered, we shall give you meaning and answers. We shall inoculate you with revolutionary palingenesia, give you a taste of how today’s mass grave is always sweeter than yesterday’s; your eyes will shine with the ecstasy of the initiated. We shall teach you that the bullet of the slave is not the same as the bullet of the oppressor and you shall bear that conviction high, dispensing blazing light to frail silhouettes wandering around in mazes they cannot break. The bloodshed that is to come shall happen in the name of love. The hand dispensing salvific murder is absolved of responsibility for it is the expression of a common will, the sacrosanct will of the Just. The Just, those righteous few that rose from the catacombs, view the world in manichean terms: there is only the purity of love and the purity of hate, that which lies in between is a mud made of the ashes of yesterday’s humanity and the fetid fluids of compromise. Primum Movens: Nothing from the world of yore deserves to be preserved, every particle is infected and corrupt. The great cleansing shall take as long as necessary, for power exclusively stems from the gun barrel: on a glorious dawn, the odour of tear gas shall replace the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, the dust of crumbling buildings shall darken the horizon and fill your lungs as the sun reaches the zenith, victorious chants will resonate at dusk to the rhythm of cracking necks and the gunfire of mass executions. Behold the glorious beauty of unrestrained, fraternal compassion and love! In the beginning, thou shalt segregate thyself from the impure and live in retreat in the catacombs of today, far away from temptation and deviant thought. Thou shalt nourish an ever increasing outrage, an indignation without end, a fire that feeds on fire: nothing shall be pure enough. Thou shalt relish every form of persecution; in the absence of persecution, thou shalt invent persecutions which will nourish the ever avid fires of frustration, paranoia shall be a most revered companion. Doubt shall be met with death. Hesitation shall be met with death. Critical thought shall be met with death. The gift of mind shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. The gift of body shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. We will empty a barrel in your face so as to erase everything that you were, if you fail. We shall ask you not to climb the small mountain but only the highest and most unattainable peaks, those that lie well beyond the horizon, those that no eyes ever saw. As you will rise above the fractured bones of your fallen brothers and sisters, we shall fill your heart with hope: at the very least, someone will be able to stand upon your own bones. What is the present but a bridge between a glorious past and a glorious future? Those petty things in the here and now, how do they compare to our Holy Dead and our unborn Heroes? Should it come to your death - isn’t it but a token of appreciation, a mere toll on the path to Paradise? The perfectibility of human nature is infinite: we shall therefore nurture infinite dreams with infinite amounts of blood. Failures are therefore successes and mere steps on the triumphant march towards bliss. |
|||
4. | Splinters from Your Mother’s Spine | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
He that loveth father or mother more than us is not worthy of us! We will impose universal and unconditional love, so as to shatter the pillars of the past and let the very idea of family glide into oblivion. We will feed your children and turn your beds into a cold place; there shall be no retreat, no shelter from the great movement of History. We shall uproot you and make you live in hundreds of sprawling Babylons and forget the smell of humus and the ways of yore. Your children will wear necklaces made of splinters from their mother’s spines as they turn on their parents, accused of subversion and weakness. They shall crave for rigid control and overthrow the ruler whose hits are not harsh enough, they shall worship at the altar of their bruises. As the next step in the ladder of our evolution, they come to us unrepentantly and demand to be freed from their ineffectual selves, from the barrenness and anxieties of individual life. They shall be provided with comfort to the point that they’d rather be raked over glowing coals than to ever face their gaping inner voids again. The chief passion, the utmost demand of the frustrated is to belong and there is never too much cementing or binding to satisfy this howling passion. |
|||
5. | Imitatio Dei | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Here is a blessing for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: Your ability to ask the right questions shall be unequalled under this Sun, for you are our Children. Your answers, however, shall be fraught with imperfection, infected by the purulent rot of your vanity. Here is a curse for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: You shall defiantly insist on absolute infallibility. Such hubris will cause pain of a magnitude unseen before, ridiculing all barbarian conquests throughout the ages hitherto. We shall make you so impervious to the world that should all the Angels descend upon you and prove you wrong, you would simply shut your eyes and stop your ears, for they would not deserve to be either seen or heard. Our teachings shall shield you from the world and turn you into an island in dead waters with high cliffs and no coves. The key to our doctrine shall be given only in the heavenly futures, those that lie beyond the boiling shores of struggle. Simple words shall be uttered, then placed in the midst of a tortuous maze, and rendered full of mystery. The System is born, the System provides answers. You shall renounce to sincere understanding so as to gain absolute certainty. You will stand unmoved by the pleas of reason, knowing that within the heart lies the conscience of the Order. Thou shalt become a species that sooner dies than yields aught of that which it hath not yet. We shall breed the brothers and sisters of Erysichthon, cursed with eternal hunger; the self has vanished in full and left behind nothing but a craving, jaws chewing forevermore on mangled pieces of nothing, devoid of nutrients. This breed will feel in league with eternity and its enemies will be plagued with the burden of opposing what seems to be inexorable fate. Our world is stripped of wonder and hesitation for all things are happening according to that which is contained in our Book of Revelations. The road, while slippery with the blood of that which is Other, is straight. We shall make you pray not only for your daily bread but also for your daily illusion, for nothing within the realms of the ordinary, that which once was, can relieve you; only a miracle would. You beg to drink the sweet milk of imposture, moaning like newborn lambs. We will make you unstable, like a chemical radical, deprived of inner balance. Your longing for belonging will become so great as to be insufferable, ending in your total surrender. You shall henceforth fight not with the white gloves of the gentleman, but without sentimentality. |
|||
6. | 1523 | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
How fondly we remember 1523 and the league of the Elect… tiny seeds that turn hundreds into the millions in the blink of an eye, as Man makes outstanding progress. Let’s sing to the memory of the league of the Elect! Let’s sing to seeds of hope and their harvests, they will shatter the core of the earth and make the heavens shiver in horror! | |||
7. | Sacrificial Theopathy | 02:37 | Show lyrics |
We will give you a fierce and very tangible enemy for this shall be the root of our cohesion and strength. We shall maw the innocents like weed for if they are not among the unjust now, their fall is unavoidable. You shall make your ears deaf to their supplications. Murdering them is an act of love towards your kin. Thine enemy shall be one: their distinctiveness thou shalt negate and with rhetoric thou shalt make them one. Simplicity is your virtue and your strength. You will stack accusation after accusation on their shoulders and refrain from no excess: a lie repeated again and again will grow deep roots and blossom into a magnificent monstrosity surviving many a generation. Thou shalt decree that thine enemy comes from shores unknown to the man of virtue, strange lands that breed beings devoid of any redeeming qualities. To relieve the faint of heart of their weakness, we shall strip our adversaries of all humanity: they’re either vermin, rabid dogs, or abstract symbols, a function. They are nothing like us, no bonds can exist, they are an error of History waiting to be corrected. They are dead men walking, they’re already gone, a mere formality. Rejoice, we will build so much joy upon their bones! The farther you will advance in the pool of guilt, crimson with the blood of those you wronged, the more brazen your hatred shall become in the vain hope to silence the echoes of their accusations. Our doctrine shall be the pinnacle of all that is sublime, for by being made of extreme perfection, it will constantly remind you of your failure to be worthy and, in turn, cause deep waves of anguish that you will channel into hatred, directed against more of the innocent. Thou shalt not feel confused when our enemies begin to resemble us, mirroring us, mimicking us, for by doing so they are marching to the beat of the Lost, toward the pits of History. The hostility of thine enemy shall be the yardstick of the sincerity of your conviction: thine enemy can never hate you enough. Should the quintessence of their hatred fill the Mariana Trench, you would still yell for more with a defiant voice. We shall infuse you with the fumes of spirituality so that your violence shall spring of the firm grounds of fanaticism. Eventually, when all of you have melted into One, you will be ready to run the torture chamber. Thou shalt follow our precepts but when in doubt, thou shalt imitate the example of those that are purer than you. Do not think nor innovate but imitate that which has been consecrated. We shall deprive you of any satisfaction being yourself so that the greatest of your desires is to become one of us. To attain this goal you will shrink from no sacrifice and smell with exhilaration the curls of smoke rising from the ashes of that which once was precious to you. |
|||
8. | Standing on the Work of Slaves | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
We know your souls and inner musings intimately. Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains to the glory of that which is to come shall be as familiar to you as the lullabies your mother sang when you were but an infant. Those unwilling to lend an ear will face coercion by the Sword. We shall give you a stage and you shall perform your prescribed heroic roles in front of ancestors, contemporaries and posterity, present even in the sands of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans: the scorching spotlight is on you, how could you possibly walk back from the precipice now?… You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles, at war under the walls of Troy: a godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate. To those begging for mercy at your knees, you shall answer with a blade through the throat, to the defeated you shall show no respect: their bodies will be desecrated. When you fall, we promise you remembrance, immortal glory: kléos áphthiton. After all, what wouldn’t men do, only to escape oblivion… We shall trick you into believing in the idea of progress by replacing outright torture with subtler forms of domination, far more pervasive and efficient: even the Voice from the Whirlwind shall be struck silent by stupor. We shall increase your suffering, for the more you suffer now, the less suffering, we promise, there is to be found in the future. You shall become addicted to suffering as a means to a radiant future. Eventually, commitment to ignorance shall be the first lesson taught to children, as obedience will then come as naturally as night after day. We shall make your thought patterns predictable, for if your behavior is predictable, it marks the death of freedom. We shall nurture indifference, for it is a prerequisite to Great Things that demand the retreat of the Self. Banal bureaucrats pave the way to the riches of an abominable victory whereas Saint-Fond is merely a non-actionable icon. It is our immaculate faith that shall allow us to exercise coercion effectively but also to resist coercion when confronted by the impious. When confronted with facts that would contradict our credo, we shall speak out even louder, invoke our Order with brazen words and march forward with the arrogance of the doubtless. You will be made to deny the dissonance and conflict that is at the heart of the experience of our World. You shall join the chorus of praise that flows from the absolute perfection we have created by the sole power of our will. We shall bleed you white, but you will think that it is an act of unconditional love. As an educational tool, pain has a value nothing can replace. It shall therefore be the cement of our society. We shall build monuments that will last a thousand years upon the wailing of the multitude, upon the labour of the slaves. Everything in this immense, beautiful machine shall be wheels, pulleys and cords. The connections, however, shall seem fortuitous to you. We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet, knowing that blows will avail, we shall keep the dagger near. We are therefore certain to overflow. When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee, when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will then blossom with the ardor of flowers in the midst of spring, place your faith in this promise! |
|||
9. | Renegade Ashes | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Whither the direction, so long as thou guidest us! We shall march and march and the sound of our boots on the asphalt shall fill our hearts and minds entirely. It is only within the collective body that you are whole, outside of it you are incomplete and maimed. Walking over the precipice in communion is easier than to acknowledge yourself as the cripple that you truly are. Disobedience shall be judged a sin worse than murder, unchastity or theft. Obedience is the first law of the Order. Whilst wearing the frightening cloth of the wolf, thou truly art the epitome of submission. Suspicion shall be your companion, for if you conceal blemishes, your comrades must certainly hide blemishes even more severe. Your glance shall always be on your brethren and you shall weigh their worth constantly; which one of them shall be found wanting today? Do not fear to denounce an innocent and have him sentenced, thou shalt only fear to be too lenient with a deviationist. The mouth of the dissenter shall be filled with spiders and his heart cut out and fed to the dogs. Loneliness is a feeling we will relieve you from; from the barren shores of the north to the heart of the empire, thou shalt always feel the scrutiny of the Eyes. Thou shalt smile to the murderer as if he were of your kin but you will give a terrible death to the deviationist - our Words are holy and immutable in all eternity. Our doctrine is the one and only eternal truth. The indifferent shall be given a single chance to convert but the deviationist, he who once was saved and spat in the face of his brothers and sisters, shall be terminated. We will eradicate any shades of grey: we drew a partisan line and you shall stand either on its left or on its right. Everything is legitimate that at any given moment is useful to the Order. The traitors ought to be punished but even those who are indifferent ought to be punished, you have to punish whoever is passive and dares not take sides. Whatever is outside the sovereign body of the Order is an enemy. Our holy duty is not to govern the City, nor the fight to gain power: it is the attainment of perfection on earth, the instauration of an Order so perfect as to last a thousand years and then forevermore. Therefore, anyone turning their backs on this blessed mission renounce their right to life. |
|||
10. | Absolutist Regeneration | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
The only truly malignant evil is hope, we shall therefore fill the hearts of the masses with hope and ever more hope. The unspeakable shall then become a certainty. As a whole, we shall prefer to take a shape that possesses neither depth nor demonic dimension. It can henceforth lay waste the whole world precisely because it spreads on the surface, barely noticed, like a fungus. The smaller and trivial the causes, the greater the magnitude of the consequences. Banality makes for a vague target whereas defiant greatness galvanizes opponents. Our actions shall reveal their rotten cores only after meticulous peeling of layers and layers of benevolence. The mere existence of conflicting opinions means that the Truth has yet to triumph. Diversity is an outrage, freedom of thought will be terminated. Everything is a lie but that which we feed you, believe me. If your thoughts collide with what we say, these thoughts can not be yours. We will rip your mouth open and stuff you with Truth, like a goose. The Truth will blossom in the end, be it over your swollen corpse. The leader, the man whose feet you crave to lick, trembling in awe, shall be the personification of the certitude of the creed and the defiance and grandeur of a power that will purify the world, born to last a thousand years, and whose beloved infant, the new Man, shall be the end of all. While we will pretend that there is but one leader, we will prepare a host of leaders, for every one of them is but one accident in a series. While the road is indeed straight, there is a multiplicity of them. The roar of our flaming masses sounds like the voice of a God unleashed in fury. The face of the mass is as the face of the deep out of which, like God in times you are henceforth forbidden to speak about, we will bring forth a new world. We shall conquer the World at first by mastering and spreading the Word; we shall discredit the powers that are and instil doubt everywhere with flamboyant derision. We shall then fill our ranks with the fanatics, without whom there can be no new dawn, for they are masters of chaos and revel more in rubble than in blooming orchards. Finally, we shall make room for men of action, the dams of entropy, the bearers of the Law; they shall provide infinite supply of opiates to the souls of the restless masses and a sweet lullaby. We will demand you to speak and within yourself shall blossom the potential for demagogy; your mouth shall utter words that flatter the ego, words that will bring your audience into motion by befuddling their minds. The seed to deception is within all of you, waiting for a fertile moment. We shall frame the world so as to make it a giant stage; the feverish gaze of thy contemporaries shall fill your mouth with ardour as you spit out the poison of the Atrax. We will turn this world into a cemetery rather than not regenerate it our own way. We will clean out the marsh at all costs, make a clean slate from the old spectral world. We will cause a collective trauma that will vomit out a magma upon which we could reach for the stars. From the legion of those adrift to the legion of One, from lively chaos to sterile order, from life to death: what a triumph! Year ∞ Our order shall be one banning self-sufficiency, installing an all encompassing dependence sanctioned by constant betrayal; you shall not even be entitled to your own thoughts, submission and misery are internally related. Our natural order is now equal with the highest possible Justice. The naysayers will call the crowning achievement of our system omnipotence gone mad. The System does what it wants, break all the laws including those of reason. It is the beginning and the end, it is the unrestrained exercise of power. Sheer randomness, even for a mere minute, would be a respite. Both knowledge and penance shall be banned, the Liquid of Life flows from only one Source exclusively. The iron bones and diamant-made spines of our world grow from one nutrient exclusively. This intricate maze shall look like bars and cages on the horizon and give you comfort and warmth of heart. The manifold and the unexpected rest in graves made sterile by acrid tears. Good behavior and rewards shall be luminously connected, so that every one of you become masters at instrumentalizing charity within the System. Nothing ought to be disinterested, everything ought to happen according to grades decided by those sitting in the chairs of the floor that scrapes the clouds. We shall preclude the possibility of morality and bury decency to the sound of bawdy songs. Those who nourish the famished shall be left to starve. Those who heal the wounded shall be maimed. Those who console the lamenting souls shall be buried alive, their stomachs filled with ignominious larvae. Rats shall feed on the eyes of those guilty of empathy towards their fellow men. That which is not our credo is not to be. The standpoint of the Order is not the standpoint of men; its wisdom is incomparable; what may seem to be against your interests may be in fact the best means of realizing them; unlike the Order, we cannot judge what is best for the whole. We shall leave sufficient doubt about the Laws - or change them on a whim - so as to breed superstition, therefore turning adults into insecure, foolish children, stuttering panicked words of flattery and idolatry in a vain bid to tip the scales. We shall make sure that the smallest of your dreams is guaranteed to turn into a nightmare so that your thoughts never wander from the here and now. Today we protect, tomorrow we abandon you. Behold the fatal process of human civilization, and let’s raise a glass as the hour of redemption has come. |
|||
11. | You Cannot Even Find the Ruins… | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You cannot even find the ruins of the jewels of yesterday they’re ashes gone memories wiped clean You cannot find any jewels among the ruins of today everything’s stale muffled silence for a thousand years You cannot even find the ruins of your breath Too much love to bear Reborn sterile and dead Whatever is now, is right You cannot even find the ruins… You cannot even find the ruins… |
|||
45:18 |
The Furnaces of Palingenesia
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Christophe Chavanon | Recording |
Marion | Recording |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Neither Meaning nor Justice | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
This world contains neither meaning nor justice! That is, the world of yore is unintelligible, unless God conceived History as the History of the crimes and misfortunes of the human race. Therefore, the here and now shall be torn down and we will bless this world with meaning and justice. Arranged as they have been in all eternity, Man and the natural order cannot have been made for each other. We shall dissolve Man and mould him into a new shape, as you would mould a malformed limb, into a shape that fits the aforementioned order. We will act as though the principle of our actions were to become, by our will alone, a universal law of nature. We shall bear a world so perfect that its realization will undo us, we shall name it NEDE. This is the promise of our Providence. Hearken now : «Everything is degenerate as it leaves the hands of the Author of nature; everything becomes good in the hands of Man». |
|||
2. | The Fires of Frustration | 04:59 | Show lyrics |
Hear our voices, all of you, Men of resentment; whose stomachs and souls are aflame with the poisonous hatred of impotence; you whom have been wronged again and again; wiping your face clean, day after day, from the spit of those sitting unjustifiably above you. We will grant you freedom from freedom. As thou cometh unto us, we shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation: from your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile, you will regurgitate the quintessence of failure and, in the depths of the night, feel the warmth of equality recovering your shivering body. We will feed the illusion that, by merely mastering some of your base impulses, you can aim for the world - that your failure with common affairs all but guarantees your success with the unattainable and the splendid. Your indisputable competency to direct the fortunes of the many is herewith consecrated. Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of « all or nothing at all » will, of course, yield the latter for you. We shall reassure you of our warm paternal love, tell you with gentle yet virile words that a place exists that was yours of all eternity, that you won’t have to conquer it nor to redeem you worth with strenuous effort. Eventually, we are to arm and turn all of you into the expendable hounds of our Order. We shall base our ladder of dignity on things that are innate, things that require no skill nor exceptional aptitudes, so as to rally the masses of the inept and the interchangeables. We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic. We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise to feed your insatisfaction and turn you into feral dogs. There’s a grave at the other end of this metanoia, a grave large enough for your former and future self. We will dissolve your individuality in the multitude, you will feel free after relinquishing the burden of responsibility; you will feel free while obeying orders and swallowing the chewed leftovers of those ranking above you. We shall answer to your longing to be but one thread of the many which make up a tunic, indistinguishable from the others; so as to conceal your weakness as you cannot bear another minute the ruthless testing that comes with freedom. O hound, feral dog, we shall grant you freedom from freedom, relief from frustration. |
|||
3. | Ad Arma! Ad Arma! | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Your revolt against meaningless suffering will not remain unanswered, we shall give you meaning and answers. We shall inoculate you with revolutionary palingenesia, give you a taste of how today’s mass grave is always sweeter than yesterday’s; your eyes will shine with the ecstasy of the initiated. We shall teach you that the bullet of the slave is not the same as the bullet of the oppressor and you shall bear that conviction high, dispensing blazing light to frail silhouettes wandering around in mazes they cannot break. The bloodshed that is to come shall happen in the name of love. The hand dispensing salvific murder is absolved of responsibility for it is the expression of a common will, the sacrosanct will of the Just. The Just, those righteous few that rose from the catacombs, view the world in manichean terms: there is only the purity of love and the purity of hate, that which lies in between is a mud made of the ashes of yesterday’s humanity and the fetid fluids of compromise. Primum Movens: Nothing from the world of yore deserves to be preserved, every particle is infected and corrupt. The great cleansing shall take as long as necessary, for power exclusively stems from the gun barrel: on a glorious dawn, the odour of tear gas shall replace the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, the dust of crumbling buildings shall darken the horizon and fill your lungs as the sun reaches the zenith, victorious chants will resonate at dusk to the rhythm of cracking necks and the gunfire of mass executions. Behold the glorious beauty of unrestrained, fraternal compassion and love! In the beginning, thou shalt segregate thyself from the impure and live in retreat in the catacombs of today, far away from temptation and deviant thought. Thou shalt nourish an ever increasing outrage, an indignation without end, a fire that feeds on fire: nothing shall be pure enough. Thou shalt relish every form of persecution; in the absence of persecution, thou shalt invent persecutions which will nourish the ever avid fires of frustration, paranoia shall be a most revered companion. Doubt shall be met with death. Hesitation shall be met with death. Critical thought shall be met with death. The gift of mind shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. The gift of body shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. We will empty a barrel in your face so as to erase everything that you were, if you fail. We shall ask you not to climb the small mountain but only the highest and most unattainable peaks, those that lie well beyond the horizon, those that no eyes ever saw. As you will rise above the fractured bones of your fallen brothers and sisters, we shall fill your heart with hope: at the very least, someone will be able to stand upon your own bones. What is the present but a bridge between a glorious past and a glorious future? Those petty things in the here and now, how do they compare to our Holy Dead and our unborn Heroes? Should it come to your death - isn’t it but a token of appreciation, a mere toll on the path to Paradise? The perfectibility of human nature is infinite: we shall therefore nurture infinite dreams with infinite amounts of blood. Failures are therefore successes and mere steps on the triumphant march towards bliss. |
|||
4. | Splinters from Your Mother’s Spine | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
He that loveth father or mother more than us is not worthy of us! We will impose universal and unconditional love, so as to shatter the pillars of the past and let the very idea of family glide into oblivion. We will feed your children and turn your beds into a cold place; there shall be no retreat, no shelter from the great movement of History. We shall uproot you and make you live in hundreds of sprawling Babylons and forget the smell of humus and the ways of yore. Your children will wear necklaces made of splinters from their mother’s spines as they turn on their parents, accused of subversion and weakness. They shall crave for rigid control and overthrow the ruler whose hits are not harsh enough, they shall worship at the altar of their bruises. As the next step in the ladder of our evolution, they come to us unrepentantly and demand to be freed from their ineffectual selves, from the barrenness and anxieties of individual life. They shall be provided with comfort to the point that they’d rather be raked over glowing coals than to ever face their gaping inner voids again. The chief passion, the utmost demand of the frustrated is to belong and there is never too much cementing or binding to satisfy this howling passion. |
|||
5. | Imitatio Dei | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Here is a blessing for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: Your ability to ask the right questions shall be unequalled under this Sun, for you are our Children. Your answers, however, shall be fraught with imperfection, infected by the purulent rot of your vanity. Here is a curse for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: You shall defiantly insist on absolute infallibility. Such hubris will cause pain of a magnitude unseen before, ridiculing all barbarian conquests throughout the ages hitherto. We shall make you so impervious to the world that should all the Angels descend upon you and prove you wrong, you would simply shut your eyes and stop your ears, for they would not deserve to be either seen or heard. Our teachings shall shield you from the world and turn you into an island in dead waters with high cliffs and no coves. The key to our doctrine shall be given only in the heavenly futures, those that lie beyond the boiling shores of struggle. Simple words shall be uttered, then placed in the midst of a tortuous maze, and rendered full of mystery. The System is born, the System provides answers. You shall renounce to sincere understanding so as to gain absolute certainty. You will stand unmoved by the pleas of reason, knowing that within the heart lies the conscience of the Order. Thou shalt become a species that sooner dies than yields aught of that which it hath not yet. We shall breed the brothers and sisters of Erysichthon, cursed with eternal hunger; the self has vanished in full and left behind nothing but a craving, jaws chewing forevermore on mangled pieces of nothing, devoid of nutrients. This breed will feel in league with eternity and its enemies will be plagued with the burden of opposing what seems to be inexorable fate. Our world is stripped of wonder and hesitation for all things are happening according to that which is contained in our Book of Revelations. The road, while slippery with the blood of that which is Other, is straight. We shall make you pray not only for your daily bread but also for your daily illusion, for nothing within the realms of the ordinary, that which once was, can relieve you; only a miracle would. You beg to drink the sweet milk of imposture, moaning like newborn lambs. We will make you unstable, like a chemical radical, deprived of inner balance. Your longing for belonging will become so great as to be insufferable, ending in your total surrender. You shall henceforth fight not with the white gloves of the gentleman, but without sentimentality. |
|||
6. | 1523 | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
How fondly we remember 1523 and the league of the Elect… tiny seeds that turn hundreds into the millions in the blink of an eye, as Man makes outstanding progress. Let’s sing to the memory of the league of the Elect! Let’s sing to seeds of hope and their harvests, they will shatter the core of the earth and make the heavens shiver in horror! | |||
7. | Sacrificial Theopathy | 02:37 | Show lyrics |
We will give you a fierce and very tangible enemy for this shall be the root of our cohesion and strength. We shall maw the innocents like weed for if they are not among the unjust now, their fall is unavoidable. You shall make your ears deaf to their supplications. Murdering them is an act of love towards your kin. Thine enemy shall be one: their distinctiveness thou shalt negate and with rhetoric thou shalt make them one. Simplicity is your virtue and your strength. You will stack accusation after accusation on their shoulders and refrain from no excess: a lie repeated again and again will grow deep roots and blossom into a magnificent monstrosity surviving many a generation. Thou shalt decree that thine enemy comes from shores unknown to the man of virtue, strange lands that breed beings devoid of any redeeming qualities. To relieve the faint of heart of their weakness, we shall strip our adversaries of all humanity: they’re either vermin, rabid dogs, or abstract symbols, a function. They are nothing like us, no bonds can exist, they are an error of History waiting to be corrected. They are dead men walking, they’re already gone, a mere formality. Rejoice, we will build so much joy upon their bones! The farther you will advance in the pool of guilt, crimson with the blood of those you wronged, the more brazen your hatred shall become in the vain hope to silence the echoes of their accusations. Our doctrine shall be the pinnacle of all that is sublime, for by being made of extreme perfection, it will constantly remind you of your failure to be worthy and, in turn, cause deep waves of anguish that you will channel into hatred, directed against more of the innocent. Thou shalt not feel confused when our enemies begin to resemble us, mirroring us, mimicking us, for by doing so they are marching to the beat of the Lost, toward the pits of History. The hostility of thine enemy shall be the yardstick of the sincerity of your conviction: thine enemy can never hate you enough. Should the quintessence of their hatred fill the Mariana Trench, you would still yell for more with a defiant voice. We shall infuse you with the fumes of spirituality so that your violence shall spring of the firm grounds of fanaticism. Eventually, when all of you have melted into One, you will be ready to run the torture chamber. Thou shalt follow our precepts but when in doubt, thou shalt imitate the example of those that are purer than you. Do not think nor innovate but imitate that which has been consecrated. We shall deprive you of any satisfaction being yourself so that the greatest of your desires is to become one of us. To attain this goal you will shrink from no sacrifice and smell with exhilaration the curls of smoke rising from the ashes of that which once was precious to you. |
|||
8. | Standing on the Work of Slaves | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
We know your souls and inner musings intimately. Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains to the glory of that which is to come shall be as familiar to you as the lullabies your mother sang when you were but an infant. Those unwilling to lend an ear will face coercion by the Sword. We shall give you a stage and you shall perform your prescribed heroic roles in front of ancestors, contemporaries and posterity, present even in the sands of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans: the scorching spotlight is on you, how could you possibly walk back from the precipice now?… You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles, at war under the walls of Troy: a godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate. To those begging for mercy at your knees, you shall answer with a blade through the throat, to the defeated you shall show no respect: their bodies will be desecrated. When you fall, we promise you remembrance, immortal glory: kléos áphthiton. After all, what wouldn’t men do, only to escape oblivion… We shall trick you into believing in the idea of progress by replacing outright torture with subtler forms of domination, far more pervasive and efficient: even the Voice from the Whirlwind shall be struck silent by stupor. We shall increase your suffering, for the more you suffer now, the less suffering, we promise, there is to be found in the future. You shall become addicted to suffering as a means to a radiant future. Eventually, commitment to ignorance shall be the first lesson taught to children, as obedience will then come as naturally as night after day. We shall make your thought patterns predictable, for if your behavior is predictable, it marks the death of freedom. We shall nurture indifference, for it is a prerequisite to Great Things that demand the retreat of the Self. Banal bureaucrats pave the way to the riches of an abominable victory whereas Saint-Fond is merely a non-actionable icon. It is our immaculate faith that shall allow us to exercise coercion effectively but also to resist coercion when confronted by the impious. When confronted with facts that would contradict our credo, we shall speak out even louder, invoke our Order with brazen words and march forward with the arrogance of the doubtless. You will be made to deny the dissonance and conflict that is at the heart of the experience of our World. You shall join the chorus of praise that flows from the absolute perfection we have created by the sole power of our will. We shall bleed you white, but you will think that it is an act of unconditional love. As an educational tool, pain has a value nothing can replace. It shall therefore be the cement of our society. We shall build monuments that will last a thousand years upon the wailing of the multitude, upon the labour of the slaves. Everything in this immense, beautiful machine shall be wheels, pulleys and cords. The connections, however, shall seem fortuitous to you. We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet, knowing that blows will avail, we shall keep the dagger near. We are therefore certain to overflow. When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee, when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will then blossom with the ardor of flowers in the midst of spring, place your faith in this promise! |
|||
9. | Renegade Ashes | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Whither the direction, so long as thou guidest us! We shall march and march and the sound of our boots on the asphalt shall fill our hearts and minds entirely. It is only within the collective body that you are whole, outside of it you are incomplete and maimed. Walking over the precipice in communion is easier than to acknowledge yourself as the cripple that you truly are. Disobedience shall be judged a sin worse than murder, unchastity or theft. Obedience is the first law of the Order. Whilst wearing the frightening cloth of the wolf, thou truly art the epitome of submission. Suspicion shall be your companion, for if you conceal blemishes, your comrades must certainly hide blemishes even more severe. Your glance shall always be on your brethren and you shall weigh their worth constantly; which one of them shall be found wanting today? Do not fear to denounce an innocent and have him sentenced, thou shalt only fear to be too lenient with a deviationist. The mouth of the dissenter shall be filled with spiders and his heart cut out and fed to the dogs. Loneliness is a feeling we will relieve you from; from the barren shores of the north to the heart of the empire, thou shalt always feel the scrutiny of the Eyes. Thou shalt smile to the murderer as if he were of your kin but you will give a terrible death to the deviationist - our Words are holy and immutable in all eternity. Our doctrine is the one and only eternal truth. The indifferent shall be given a single chance to convert but the deviationist, he who once was saved and spat in the face of his brothers and sisters, shall be terminated. We will eradicate any shades of grey: we drew a partisan line and you shall stand either on its left or on its right. Everything is legitimate that at any given moment is useful to the Order. The traitors ought to be punished but even those who are indifferent ought to be punished, you have to punish whoever is passive and dares not take sides. Whatever is outside the sovereign body of the Order is an enemy. Our holy duty is not to govern the City, nor the fight to gain power: it is the attainment of perfection on earth, the instauration of an Order so perfect as to last a thousand years and then forevermore. Therefore, anyone turning their backs on this blessed mission renounce their right to life. |
|||
10. | Absolutist Regeneration | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
The only truly malignant evil is hope, we shall therefore fill the hearts of the masses with hope and ever more hope. The unspeakable shall then become a certainty. As a whole, we shall prefer to take a shape that possesses neither depth nor demonic dimension. It can henceforth lay waste the whole world precisely because it spreads on the surface, barely noticed, like a fungus. The smaller and trivial the causes, the greater the magnitude of the consequences. Banality makes for a vague target whereas defiant greatness galvanizes opponents. Our actions shall reveal their rotten cores only after meticulous peeling of layers and layers of benevolence. The mere existence of conflicting opinions means that the Truth has yet to triumph. Diversity is an outrage, freedom of thought will be terminated. Everything is a lie but that which we feed you, believe me. If your thoughts collide with what we say, these thoughts can not be yours. We will rip your mouth open and stuff you with Truth, like a goose. The Truth will blossom in the end, be it over your swollen corpse. The leader, the man whose feet you crave to lick, trembling in awe, shall be the personification of the certitude of the creed and the defiance and grandeur of a power that will purify the world, born to last a thousand years, and whose beloved infant, the new Man, shall be the end of all. While we will pretend that there is but one leader, we will prepare a host of leaders, for every one of them is but one accident in a series. While the road is indeed straight, there is a multiplicity of them. The roar of our flaming masses sounds like the voice of a God unleashed in fury. The face of the mass is as the face of the deep out of which, like God in times you are henceforth forbidden to speak about, we will bring forth a new world. We shall conquer the World at first by mastering and spreading the Word; we shall discredit the powers that are and instil doubt everywhere with flamboyant derision. We shall then fill our ranks with the fanatics, without whom there can be no new dawn, for they are masters of chaos and revel more in rubble than in blooming orchards. Finally, we shall make room for men of action, the dams of entropy, the bearers of the Law; they shall provide infinite supply of opiates to the souls of the restless masses and a sweet lullaby. We will demand you to speak and within yourself shall blossom the potential for demagogy; your mouth shall utter words that flatter the ego, words that will bring your audience into motion by befuddling their minds. The seed to deception is within all of you, waiting for a fertile moment. We shall frame the world so as to make it a giant stage; the feverish gaze of thy contemporaries shall fill your mouth with ardour as you spit out the poison of the Atrax. We will turn this world into a cemetery rather than not regenerate it our own way. We will clean out the marsh at all costs, make a clean slate from the old spectral world. We will cause a collective trauma that will vomit out a magma upon which we could reach for the stars. From the legion of those adrift to the legion of One, from lively chaos to sterile order, from life to death: what a triumph! Year ∞ Our order shall be one banning self-sufficiency, installing an all encompassing dependence sanctioned by constant betrayal; you shall not even be entitled to your own thoughts, submission and misery are internally related. Our natural order is now equal with the highest possible Justice. The naysayers will call the crowning achievement of our system omnipotence gone mad. The System does what it wants, break all the laws including those of reason. It is the beginning and the end, it is the unrestrained exercise of power. Sheer randomness, even for a mere minute, would be a respite. Both knowledge and penance shall be banned, the Liquid of Life flows from only one Source exclusively. The iron bones and diamant-made spines of our world grow from one nutrient exclusively. This intricate maze shall look like bars and cages on the horizon and give you comfort and warmth of heart. The manifold and the unexpected rest in graves made sterile by acrid tears. Good behavior and rewards shall be luminously connected, so that every one of you become masters at instrumentalizing charity within the System. Nothing ought to be disinterested, everything ought to happen according to grades decided by those sitting in the chairs of the floor that scrapes the clouds. We shall preclude the possibility of morality and bury decency to the sound of bawdy songs. Those who nourish the famished shall be left to starve. Those who heal the wounded shall be maimed. Those who console the lamenting souls shall be buried alive, their stomachs filled with ignominious larvae. Rats shall feed on the eyes of those guilty of empathy towards their fellow men. That which is not our credo is not to be. The standpoint of the Order is not the standpoint of men; its wisdom is incomparable; what may seem to be against your interests may be in fact the best means of realizing them; unlike the Order, we cannot judge what is best for the whole. We shall leave sufficient doubt about the Laws - or change them on a whim - so as to breed superstition, therefore turning adults into insecure, foolish children, stuttering panicked words of flattery and idolatry in a vain bid to tip the scales. We shall make sure that the smallest of your dreams is guaranteed to turn into a nightmare so that your thoughts never wander from the here and now. Today we protect, tomorrow we abandon you. Behold the fatal process of human civilization, and let’s raise a glass as the hour of redemption has come. |
|||
11. | You Cannot Even Find the Ruins… | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You cannot even find the ruins of the jewels of yesterday they’re ashes gone memories wiped clean You cannot find any jewels among the ruins of today everything’s stale muffled silence for a thousand years You cannot even find the ruins of your breath Too much love to bear Reborn sterile and dead Whatever is now, is right You cannot even find the ruins… You cannot even find the ruins… |
|||
45:18 |
The Furnaces of Palingenesia
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Mikko Aspa | Vocals |
Khaos | Bass |
Hasjarl | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Christophe Chavanon | Recording |
Marion | Recording |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Neither Meaning nor Justice | 02:16 | Show lyrics |
This world contains neither meaning nor justice! That is, the world of yore is unintelligible, unless God conceived History as the History of the crimes and misfortunes of the human race. Therefore, the here and now shall be torn down and we will bless this world with meaning and justice. Arranged as they have been in all eternity, Man and the natural order cannot have been made for each other. We shall dissolve Man and mould him into a new shape, as you would mould a malformed limb, into a shape that fits the aforementioned order. We will act as though the principle of our actions were to become, by our will alone, a universal law of nature. We shall bear a world so perfect that its realization will undo us, we shall name it NEDE. This is the promise of our Providence. Hearken now : «Everything is degenerate as it leaves the hands of the Author of nature; everything becomes good in the hands of Man». |
|||
2. | The Fires of Frustration | 04:59 | Show lyrics |
Hear our voices, all of you, Men of resentment; whose stomachs and souls are aflame with the poisonous hatred of impotence; you whom have been wronged again and again; wiping your face clean, day after day, from the spit of those sitting unjustifiably above you. We will grant you freedom from freedom. As thou cometh unto us, we shall ease your sense of frustration and isolation: from your mouths will flow endless rivers of black bile, you will regurgitate the quintessence of failure and, in the depths of the night, feel the warmth of equality recovering your shivering body. We will feed the illusion that, by merely mastering some of your base impulses, you can aim for the world - that your failure with common affairs all but guarantees your success with the unattainable and the splendid. Your indisputable competency to direct the fortunes of the many is herewith consecrated. Your longing for flames engulfing the desirable things of yore and the drowning of the successful in crimson oceans are tainted by the aching premonition that your marches to the cries of « all or nothing at all » will, of course, yield the latter for you. We shall reassure you of our warm paternal love, tell you with gentle yet virile words that a place exists that was yours of all eternity, that you won’t have to conquer it nor to redeem you worth with strenuous effort. Eventually, we are to arm and turn all of you into the expendable hounds of our Order. We shall base our ladder of dignity on things that are innate, things that require no skill nor exceptional aptitudes, so as to rally the masses of the inept and the interchangeables. We will burn and not explain, and this will feel ecstatic. We will give you just enough of a taste of paradise to feed your insatisfaction and turn you into feral dogs. There’s a grave at the other end of this metanoia, a grave large enough for your former and future self. We will dissolve your individuality in the multitude, you will feel free after relinquishing the burden of responsibility; you will feel free while obeying orders and swallowing the chewed leftovers of those ranking above you. We shall answer to your longing to be but one thread of the many which make up a tunic, indistinguishable from the others; so as to conceal your weakness as you cannot bear another minute the ruthless testing that comes with freedom. O hound, feral dog, we shall grant you freedom from freedom, relief from frustration. |
|||
3. | Ad Arma! Ad Arma! | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Your revolt against meaningless suffering will not remain unanswered, we shall give you meaning and answers. We shall inoculate you with revolutionary palingenesia, give you a taste of how today’s mass grave is always sweeter than yesterday’s; your eyes will shine with the ecstasy of the initiated. We shall teach you that the bullet of the slave is not the same as the bullet of the oppressor and you shall bear that conviction high, dispensing blazing light to frail silhouettes wandering around in mazes they cannot break. The bloodshed that is to come shall happen in the name of love. The hand dispensing salvific murder is absolved of responsibility for it is the expression of a common will, the sacrosanct will of the Just. The Just, those righteous few that rose from the catacombs, view the world in manichean terms: there is only the purity of love and the purity of hate, that which lies in between is a mud made of the ashes of yesterday’s humanity and the fetid fluids of compromise. Primum Movens: Nothing from the world of yore deserves to be preserved, every particle is infected and corrupt. The great cleansing shall take as long as necessary, for power exclusively stems from the gun barrel: on a glorious dawn, the odour of tear gas shall replace the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, the dust of crumbling buildings shall darken the horizon and fill your lungs as the sun reaches the zenith, victorious chants will resonate at dusk to the rhythm of cracking necks and the gunfire of mass executions. Behold the glorious beauty of unrestrained, fraternal compassion and love! In the beginning, thou shalt segregate thyself from the impure and live in retreat in the catacombs of today, far away from temptation and deviant thought. Thou shalt nourish an ever increasing outrage, an indignation without end, a fire that feeds on fire: nothing shall be pure enough. Thou shalt relish every form of persecution; in the absence of persecution, thou shalt invent persecutions which will nourish the ever avid fires of frustration, paranoia shall be a most revered companion. Doubt shall be met with death. Hesitation shall be met with death. Critical thought shall be met with death. The gift of mind shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. The gift of body shall be complete, failure yields annihilation. We will empty a barrel in your face so as to erase everything that you were, if you fail. We shall ask you not to climb the small mountain but only the highest and most unattainable peaks, those that lie well beyond the horizon, those that no eyes ever saw. As you will rise above the fractured bones of your fallen brothers and sisters, we shall fill your heart with hope: at the very least, someone will be able to stand upon your own bones. What is the present but a bridge between a glorious past and a glorious future? Those petty things in the here and now, how do they compare to our Holy Dead and our unborn Heroes? Should it come to your death - isn’t it but a token of appreciation, a mere toll on the path to Paradise? The perfectibility of human nature is infinite: we shall therefore nurture infinite dreams with infinite amounts of blood. Failures are therefore successes and mere steps on the triumphant march towards bliss. |
|||
4. | Splinters from Your Mother’s Spine | 03:12 | Show lyrics |
He that loveth father or mother more than us is not worthy of us! We will impose universal and unconditional love, so as to shatter the pillars of the past and let the very idea of family glide into oblivion. We will feed your children and turn your beds into a cold place; there shall be no retreat, no shelter from the great movement of History. We shall uproot you and make you live in hundreds of sprawling Babylons and forget the smell of humus and the ways of yore. Your children will wear necklaces made of splinters from their mother’s spines as they turn on their parents, accused of subversion and weakness. They shall crave for rigid control and overthrow the ruler whose hits are not harsh enough, they shall worship at the altar of their bruises. As the next step in the ladder of our evolution, they come to us unrepentantly and demand to be freed from their ineffectual selves, from the barrenness and anxieties of individual life. They shall be provided with comfort to the point that they’d rather be raked over glowing coals than to ever face their gaping inner voids again. The chief passion, the utmost demand of the frustrated is to belong and there is never too much cementing or binding to satisfy this howling passion. |
|||
5. | Imitatio Dei | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Here is a blessing for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: Your ability to ask the right questions shall be unequalled under this Sun, for you are our Children. Your answers, however, shall be fraught with imperfection, infected by the purulent rot of your vanity. Here is a curse for the Children of the Light, the harbingers of the Great Cleansing: You shall defiantly insist on absolute infallibility. Such hubris will cause pain of a magnitude unseen before, ridiculing all barbarian conquests throughout the ages hitherto. We shall make you so impervious to the world that should all the Angels descend upon you and prove you wrong, you would simply shut your eyes and stop your ears, for they would not deserve to be either seen or heard. Our teachings shall shield you from the world and turn you into an island in dead waters with high cliffs and no coves. The key to our doctrine shall be given only in the heavenly futures, those that lie beyond the boiling shores of struggle. Simple words shall be uttered, then placed in the midst of a tortuous maze, and rendered full of mystery. The System is born, the System provides answers. You shall renounce to sincere understanding so as to gain absolute certainty. You will stand unmoved by the pleas of reason, knowing that within the heart lies the conscience of the Order. Thou shalt become a species that sooner dies than yields aught of that which it hath not yet. We shall breed the brothers and sisters of Erysichthon, cursed with eternal hunger; the self has vanished in full and left behind nothing but a craving, jaws chewing forevermore on mangled pieces of nothing, devoid of nutrients. This breed will feel in league with eternity and its enemies will be plagued with the burden of opposing what seems to be inexorable fate. Our world is stripped of wonder and hesitation for all things are happening according to that which is contained in our Book of Revelations. The road, while slippery with the blood of that which is Other, is straight. We shall make you pray not only for your daily bread but also for your daily illusion, for nothing within the realms of the ordinary, that which once was, can relieve you; only a miracle would. You beg to drink the sweet milk of imposture, moaning like newborn lambs. We will make you unstable, like a chemical radical, deprived of inner balance. Your longing for belonging will become so great as to be insufferable, ending in your total surrender. You shall henceforth fight not with the white gloves of the gentleman, but without sentimentality. |
|||
Side B | |||
6. | 1523 | 03:37 | Show lyrics |
How fondly we remember 1523 and the league of the Elect… tiny seeds that turn hundreds into the millions in the blink of an eye, as Man makes outstanding progress. Let’s sing to the memory of the league of the Elect! Let’s sing to seeds of hope and their harvests, they will shatter the core of the earth and make the heavens shiver in horror! | |||
7. | Sacrificial Theopathy | 02:37 | Show lyrics |
We will give you a fierce and very tangible enemy for this shall be the root of our cohesion and strength. We shall maw the innocents like weed for if they are not among the unjust now, their fall is unavoidable. You shall make your ears deaf to their supplications. Murdering them is an act of love towards your kin. Thine enemy shall be one: their distinctiveness thou shalt negate and with rhetoric thou shalt make them one. Simplicity is your virtue and your strength. You will stack accusation after accusation on their shoulders and refrain from no excess: a lie repeated again and again will grow deep roots and blossom into a magnificent monstrosity surviving many a generation. Thou shalt decree that thine enemy comes from shores unknown to the man of virtue, strange lands that breed beings devoid of any redeeming qualities. To relieve the faint of heart of their weakness, we shall strip our adversaries of all humanity: they’re either vermin, rabid dogs, or abstract symbols, a function. They are nothing like us, no bonds can exist, they are an error of History waiting to be corrected. They are dead men walking, they’re already gone, a mere formality. Rejoice, we will build so much joy upon their bones! The farther you will advance in the pool of guilt, crimson with the blood of those you wronged, the more brazen your hatred shall become in the vain hope to silence the echoes of their accusations. Our doctrine shall be the pinnacle of all that is sublime, for by being made of extreme perfection, it will constantly remind you of your failure to be worthy and, in turn, cause deep waves of anguish that you will channel into hatred, directed against more of the innocent. Thou shalt not feel confused when our enemies begin to resemble us, mirroring us, mimicking us, for by doing so they are marching to the beat of the Lost, toward the pits of History. The hostility of thine enemy shall be the yardstick of the sincerity of your conviction: thine enemy can never hate you enough. Should the quintessence of their hatred fill the Mariana Trench, you would still yell for more with a defiant voice. We shall infuse you with the fumes of spirituality so that your violence shall spring of the firm grounds of fanaticism. Eventually, when all of you have melted into One, you will be ready to run the torture chamber. Thou shalt follow our precepts but when in doubt, thou shalt imitate the example of those that are purer than you. Do not think nor innovate but imitate that which has been consecrated. We shall deprive you of any satisfaction being yourself so that the greatest of your desires is to become one of us. To attain this goal you will shrink from no sacrifice and smell with exhilaration the curls of smoke rising from the ashes of that which once was precious to you. |
|||
8. | Standing on the Work of Slaves | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
We know your souls and inner musings intimately. Therefore, our songs and sonorous refrains to the glory of that which is to come shall be as familiar to you as the lullabies your mother sang when you were but an infant. Those unwilling to lend an ear will face coercion by the Sword. We shall give you a stage and you shall perform your prescribed heroic roles in front of ancestors, contemporaries and posterity, present even in the sands of the desert or the heave of the boiling oceans: the scorching spotlight is on you, how could you possibly walk back from the precipice now?… You shall aim to resemble the heroic Achilles, at war under the walls of Troy: a godlike figure, possibly Death incarnate. To those begging for mercy at your knees, you shall answer with a blade through the throat, to the defeated you shall show no respect: their bodies will be desecrated. When you fall, we promise you remembrance, immortal glory: kléos áphthiton. After all, what wouldn’t men do, only to escape oblivion… We shall trick you into believing in the idea of progress by replacing outright torture with subtler forms of domination, far more pervasive and efficient: even the Voice from the Whirlwind shall be struck silent by stupor. We shall increase your suffering, for the more you suffer now, the less suffering, we promise, there is to be found in the future. You shall become addicted to suffering as a means to a radiant future. Eventually, commitment to ignorance shall be the first lesson taught to children, as obedience will then come as naturally as night after day. We shall make your thought patterns predictable, for if your behavior is predictable, it marks the death of freedom. We shall nurture indifference, for it is a prerequisite to Great Things that demand the retreat of the Self. Banal bureaucrats pave the way to the riches of an abominable victory whereas Saint-Fond is merely a non-actionable icon. It is our immaculate faith that shall allow us to exercise coercion effectively but also to resist coercion when confronted by the impious. When confronted with facts that would contradict our credo, we shall speak out even louder, invoke our Order with brazen words and march forward with the arrogance of the doubtless. You will be made to deny the dissonance and conflict that is at the heart of the experience of our World. You shall join the chorus of praise that flows from the absolute perfection we have created by the sole power of our will. We shall bleed you white, but you will think that it is an act of unconditional love. As an educational tool, pain has a value nothing can replace. It shall therefore be the cement of our society. We shall build monuments that will last a thousand years upon the wailing of the multitude, upon the labour of the slaves. Everything in this immense, beautiful machine shall be wheels, pulleys and cords. The connections, however, shall seem fortuitous to you. We will pretend to have peace in our hearts yet, knowing that blows will avail, we shall keep the dagger near. We are therefore certain to overflow. When the final resistance hangs on the gallows… Oh yes, I promise unto thee, when the final resistance hangs on the gallows, love will then blossom with the ardor of flowers in the midst of spring, place your faith in this promise! |
|||
9. | Renegade Ashes | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Whither the direction, so long as thou guidest us! We shall march and march and the sound of our boots on the asphalt shall fill our hearts and minds entirely. It is only within the collective body that you are whole, outside of it you are incomplete and maimed. Walking over the precipice in communion is easier than to acknowledge yourself as the cripple that you truly are. Disobedience shall be judged a sin worse than murder, unchastity or theft. Obedience is the first law of the Order. Whilst wearing the frightening cloth of the wolf, thou truly art the epitome of submission. Suspicion shall be your companion, for if you conceal blemishes, your comrades must certainly hide blemishes even more severe. Your glance shall always be on your brethren and you shall weigh their worth constantly; which one of them shall be found wanting today? Do not fear to denounce an innocent and have him sentenced, thou shalt only fear to be too lenient with a deviationist. The mouth of the dissenter shall be filled with spiders and his heart cut out and fed to the dogs. Loneliness is a feeling we will relieve you from; from the barren shores of the north to the heart of the empire, thou shalt always feel the scrutiny of the Eyes. Thou shalt smile to the murderer as if he were of your kin but you will give a terrible death to the deviationist - our Words are holy and immutable in all eternity. Our doctrine is the one and only eternal truth. The indifferent shall be given a single chance to convert but the deviationist, he who once was saved and spat in the face of his brothers and sisters, shall be terminated. We will eradicate any shades of grey: we drew a partisan line and you shall stand either on its left or on its right. Everything is legitimate that at any given moment is useful to the Order. The traitors ought to be punished but even those who are indifferent ought to be punished, you have to punish whoever is passive and dares not take sides. Whatever is outside the sovereign body of the Order is an enemy. Our holy duty is not to govern the City, nor the fight to gain power: it is the attainment of perfection on earth, the instauration of an Order so perfect as to last a thousand years and then forevermore. Therefore, anyone turning their backs on this blessed mission renounce their right to life. |
|||
10. | Absolutist Regeneration | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
The only truly malignant evil is hope, we shall therefore fill the hearts of the masses with hope and ever more hope. The unspeakable shall then become a certainty. As a whole, we shall prefer to take a shape that possesses neither depth nor demonic dimension. It can henceforth lay waste the whole world precisely because it spreads on the surface, barely noticed, like a fungus. The smaller and trivial the causes, the greater the magnitude of the consequences. Banality makes for a vague target whereas defiant greatness galvanizes opponents. Our actions shall reveal their rotten cores only after meticulous peeling of layers and layers of benevolence. The mere existence of conflicting opinions means that the Truth has yet to triumph. Diversity is an outrage, freedom of thought will be terminated. Everything is a lie but that which we feed you, believe me. If your thoughts collide with what we say, these thoughts can not be yours. We will rip your mouth open and stuff you with Truth, like a goose. The Truth will blossom in the end, be it over your swollen corpse. The leader, the man whose feet you crave to lick, trembling in awe, shall be the personification of the certitude of the creed and the defiance and grandeur of a power that will purify the world, born to last a thousand years, and whose beloved infant, the new Man, shall be the end of all. While we will pretend that there is but one leader, we will prepare a host of leaders, for every one of them is but one accident in a series. While the road is indeed straight, there is a multiplicity of them. The roar of our flaming masses sounds like the voice of a God unleashed in fury. The face of the mass is as the face of the deep out of which, like God in times you are henceforth forbidden to speak about, we will bring forth a new world. We shall conquer the World at first by mastering and spreading the Word; we shall discredit the powers that are and instil doubt everywhere with flamboyant derision. We shall then fill our ranks with the fanatics, without whom there can be no new dawn, for they are masters of chaos and revel more in rubble than in blooming orchards. Finally, we shall make room for men of action, the dams of entropy, the bearers of the Law; they shall provide infinite supply of opiates to the souls of the restless masses and a sweet lullaby. We will demand you to speak and within yourself shall blossom the potential for demagogy; your mouth shall utter words that flatter the ego, words that will bring your audience into motion by befuddling their minds. The seed to deception is within all of you, waiting for a fertile moment. We shall frame the world so as to make it a giant stage; the feverish gaze of thy contemporaries shall fill your mouth with ardour as you spit out the poison of the Atrax. We will turn this world into a cemetery rather than not regenerate it our own way. We will clean out the marsh at all costs, make a clean slate from the old spectral world. We will cause a collective trauma that will vomit out a magma upon which we could reach for the stars. From the legion of those adrift to the legion of One, from lively chaos to sterile order, from life to death: what a triumph! Year ∞ Our order shall be one banning self-sufficiency, installing an all encompassing dependence sanctioned by constant betrayal; you shall not even be entitled to your own thoughts, submission and misery are internally related. Our natural order is now equal with the highest possible Justice. The naysayers will call the crowning achievement of our system omnipotence gone mad. The System does what it wants, break all the laws including those of reason. It is the beginning and the end, it is the unrestrained exercise of power. Sheer randomness, even for a mere minute, would be a respite. Both knowledge and penance shall be banned, the Liquid of Life flows from only one Source exclusively. The iron bones and diamant-made spines of our world grow from one nutrient exclusively. This intricate maze shall look like bars and cages on the horizon and give you comfort and warmth of heart. The manifold and the unexpected rest in graves made sterile by acrid tears. Good behavior and rewards shall be luminously connected, so that every one of you become masters at instrumentalizing charity within the System. Nothing ought to be disinterested, everything ought to happen according to grades decided by those sitting in the chairs of the floor that scrapes the clouds. We shall preclude the possibility of morality and bury decency to the sound of bawdy songs. Those who nourish the famished shall be left to starve. Those who heal the wounded shall be maimed. Those who console the lamenting souls shall be buried alive, their stomachs filled with ignominious larvae. Rats shall feed on the eyes of those guilty of empathy towards their fellow men. That which is not our credo is not to be. The standpoint of the Order is not the standpoint of men; its wisdom is incomparable; what may seem to be against your interests may be in fact the best means of realizing them; unlike the Order, we cannot judge what is best for the whole. We shall leave sufficient doubt about the Laws - or change them on a whim - so as to breed superstition, therefore turning adults into insecure, foolish children, stuttering panicked words of flattery and idolatry in a vain bid to tip the scales. We shall make sure that the smallest of your dreams is guaranteed to turn into a nightmare so that your thoughts never wander from the here and now. Today we protect, tomorrow we abandon you. Behold the fatal process of human civilization, and let’s raise a glass as the hour of redemption has come. |
|||
11. | You Cannot Even Find the Ruins… | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You cannot even find the ruins of the jewels of yesterday they’re ashes gone memories wiped clean You cannot find any jewels among the ruins of today everything’s stale muffled silence for a thousand years You cannot even find the ruins of your breath Too much love to bear Reborn sterile and dead Whatever is now, is right You cannot even find the ruins… You cannot even find the ruins… |
|||
45:18 |
Band ascii art
........................................................................................................................ ..................:,.................................................................................,.................. .................,,,,::,.........................................................................,::,................... ..................,:::;*+;;:,,,..............................................................:::,,...................... ....................,;;:;;;;+;;;;:::,,.........................................,,,..::,,::;::;:,........................ .......................,:;;;+++****++;+;;::,.............................,,,,:;;:;;;;;::::::::,......................... .........................,,:;+++;;;;+;+++*+:::;;......................,,:::;;++++;;;;;++;::,............................ ............................,:;;:;;+*+++;;+++::+:...................,*;:;;;;;;:;::;;;;;:,............................... ................................:;;+*++;;;;;+;,......................,:+;;;;+;:::;++;:,...................,:............ ...........:::...................,:+++*+;:,,;:.........................:+:;;::;;;:::,......................,+........... ..........;:...................,.....:++:;;,;...........................:,:+;;++;...........................*,.......... ..........*....................;S:?*,,:;*++:;..........................,;,:;+*+:...........................,%........... ..........++...................,#;@;..:,*?*:,:.........................::+;+;;:,,..........................%*........... ...........%*..................,#;#;....:;+;:,:,......::.....;:......,::;++;;:...........................,%?............ .......::...?%;................:#:#;....,;*+*+;;;....;+.......%,....,::+;?S:::,.........................;S+.;........... .......:S;...:%%+,.............:#;#;...,::***+;;+....**......,#:...,+;;+*+%S?+,................,......;%%:..%........... ........+#%+;+%?%S?;...:....:,.:#;#;..,,,;:;++;+...,:,S*....,S?.....,;?;,:+*?S%;:..:,.:....:.??::..:*SSS*,.*+........... .........:#+S@;.::@S:++S;.+%%*::#;#*??,,+%+:+++?+;*?S:,#%..,S%.......S+.+#+.:.+S;%?%S*#*:*?S:**%%+,S#;;.?#%*............ ..........:%?@:.:,#%:@*:,.S#;S?:#+#+%@++S%S;S#.S@?#;;,.,#%.%#,.......@*.+@+,+;:*+S%.?,?S+@+;+#*:*%:%#?+.*@*............. .....,::;;;S#@:.:,#S;@+:+;%#;S*,@;#*#S*SS;%?S#:S**@,:+..*@*#S.......,?@**#?,;;#%,S%.:.?S+@::;;%?*;.%S,:,#%;++++;;:,..... ...:;;;:::;%SS%*++#%:+%S+;%#.**:@+%:+#:,?S+;%#++;+*?%;..*+,:?,.....,;:?##S?:+;?,.S%.,.?#:+?S*,*SS@:S#,:+@?+:,....,:::,.. .,,........?,.:*S*:....,..?#*%%S@S%%?;*::;;:%S::,,::,..,,....:...,:;,:;;+?%S?,...S%...?#..,;..S;?%.,+;::@,...........::. .:....,,..;;..............?@:,,:@;,,,..;*;*;%#:*+;,+:...........:;.;++,+::;;;;...%S...,?,.....,*?.....,.*?::::........:. ........,,................?+...:@;.....,....%#...::;;;::,,+:.,:::,,,.............%?.....;.....+?.........,::,........... ..........................,....:;:..........?;....:...:+;:;,,,....:..............*,...........*......................... ...........................................,,......:.,:,:+:+,....:..............,,............;......................... ...................................................,:...:+;+,..,,,............................,:,....................... ..................................................:::....,,.....,::..................................................... ................................................,;:..,..::;;,..,..::::.................................................. ..............................................:::.......+,,:,..,....,:::,............................................... ...........................................:,,........,.:,.:,.,.........,,;:,........................................... ........................................,,:,...........,.;,;................,::,........................................ ......................................,:,................,,,...................,,....................................... .....................................,...................,,,............................................................ ..........................................................;,............................................................ ..........................................................;:............................................................ ..........................................................;;............................................................ ..........................................................,,............................................................
..............................................................................................................................................................,..................... .......................................,,........................................................................................................................................... .......................................................................................,,.,............................,;::,,,,,.................................................... ....................................................,:..........................,*+::;.+?+%:...........................:,,::,,::.,.................................................. ..............................................,,::;;;:,,,,,,,,,.................:+*+*:;*+*%*........................,..,,,;;:,,.,:,.,.......:,...................................... ...........................................,:;::,,:::,,,.,,,,................,:;*S;?:,?*++?*,,,...........................,,,,,,,,,,;:,,,..,+,...................................... .....................................:+:,:,:;;;;;;:,..,;+;;,.................;%*%?+;.,;*;;;+*++,............................,:;;:::,:;;:;,:::,::,...,;:............................. .....................................,,::::;::;;:,....,:;::,................:;?%?+*....,+,.+?%#;............................:;;:::.,::::;;+;,.,,.,:;;,.............................. .......................................,,;:;+:::::,.,,,,...................;?*++;*;.....,,.,;?S%:...........................:;+::,::,..,;;;;,..,*+:,................................ ..................................,:+,,;,,;++:,,,,,,;++;;,.................+?+?:,,,.....,+:,.;%%+.........................,.:++;;;;;;,:+;;:::;*++:.................................. .................................,,:*;;+;+;,::;:::::;:;;+:;,...............+%*;.:+:,.....,:+::*S?.........................,:;+;:,,:+;;;::,.,::?+.................................... ............................:*,..,,:+:*+;,,;;;+;..,:;:..,,,,...............,?S;.;+;,.......:,;+??,........................;+;:,.,..:;:;::,,+;;;::,.................................. .............................:;,,,...:+;:++;:+;+*::,.:::,...................+%*..*,..........;;?*............................,;;;,.,,,:,,::;,.,,,;.................................. ................................:;:...,..:+;+;;+*;:,,+;*:...................;#?,,,...,*?,....,?*+........................,;::,,::....,,:;;,,:;;;,,.................................. .................................:;::.::.;:,,:;:,....,,,,,..................,+S++,..,*S@%...,*?+;.....................,:::;:;::........,...,;;:,..,:?;.............................. ...................................:+,+,.::,.,.,....,,,,,.,,.,,:............;%?%?;..+*?@@?..+*S%;....................,::;:,..,::;;;+++;;;;::::;+?S##*............................... ..........................,,.........,;,,;.....,,...::,:,:;:,:;:.............+##S?+:?+S@#@;?S@%,.......................,:;+??%%??%%SS##@#@@@@@@@S?;,................................ ..........................:%?+::,,,,:;+*%S%%SSSS%%*+;;::;:.,,.................:S@S#S*?S#@#S@@*.....................:;+%*;+%@SSSSS@@@#@@@###%%*;,.............,...................... ...........................:?#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@%%???????+;;:,,..............,%#@@#S#@@@@@*..................,;+?+;*@*S%@#S%%*;;+:::;:,,.......................................... .............................,:+??**+*#S??%%?S##@@#@@##??*?*?%%*;,..............,#S#@@#@@@@S................,;+S%**?+#@@#%*,.........,,,,,,,,....................................... ........................,,,,...................,,+??S#@@@?*?:++?S?;,.............:#%#@@@@@@+..............:+*???#?%@#@S;,:,.,..,:::,.:;+++:;:,...................................... ...........,.......;*;:::;+**++;,.::::;::;::::;;:::..,*?%@%S??:,;*#S+,............*@@#@@@@@,............,*?:?;?*###?+:.,:;;:,,,,,:,.,:;;;;.......................................... ...........:;++:,,.,+???*?????**+;?%%%*?%??*****;+;;+,...;?%@@S%*,**?S+,..........,#@@@@@@S...........,;?++?*%#@@#+..,,,,,,::::,,,,.:;::::,......................................... ............,;?%??*+;;*??S%%%%?**??*?*;;;;;:;+*??*+;+;:,,,..+#@##S#%?%SS:..........*@@@@@@%..........,*+.;S@@@@?;,.::::..,,:,;?*???*;;+;,........................................... .......,.......:?SS#%??%?%%??%%**;:,...,:;+++???*?*+;++;;*;,.,;#@@#S?*?S#*,........:@@@@@@?.........+??%?%@@@@?.....,,::,,,:.;+????%**+++;:,........................................ ......,??+;:,....,;?%??%%%???*;,....:*%%%%%??????**+++*++;;*+:.:?#@#S##S%S%,.......,@@@@@@?........+#++#@@@@%;..,,.::,,..........,;**??%%%*++:...................................... .......:?%%%*?*;:,.:***%%%??;.....:%###SSS%%*?%?*++*****+;++*+*:.:@@@@@#?*SS:......,@@@@@@?......,?%S###@@@#:...:*::,:,............,+%???S#%*+::.................................... ........:*???%SS%?%??*?S@#*,....,?S#S###S%%???S?*+:::,::;;;;++*::,;S@@#%?%?%%;.....,@@@@@@%.....,%S*?%@@@@%:....,,,....,,,,.........,:*??*?%%?%*+,.................................. .........,+?%##S#@#S%???S%,....:SSSS??%%%?**+;**?*?*;:,......::,,..,S@@@@@@SS%;....:@@@@@@#,....*S*?S#@@@%......,....:++;*++;:.........,+*****???*+:................................ ..........,+?SS%S#S%S%?%S,....,S@SSS????%????+:,:;;;+*++;:,.........,?@@@@@##S?;...;@@@@@@@+...;%%?%@@@@%:..........,+;;;+?%%?+,.........:+***++++++*;,............................. ............:???%SS%%%?S?.....%#S@@@%*;+;:;++++,...;%@S?**+*,.........*@@@##S#%%;::%@@@S?@@@+:+??S#@@@@?...........,***;;;+%*%S%;..........:*?**++:,,::,............................ .............,++*?%S%%*S*....;@S?SS%S?+,.......,..+@@@#%*;;%?,.........+#@@@######@@@@@*:?@@@@###@@@@@@:...,:,,....;*+S;;?S@S?###+,,,,......,;**+;++,............................... ..............,:+**???*S*....*#SSS???*%?*:,......+@@@@#+,::?#;........,:+@@@@#@@@@###SS;?+?%**S@@@@@@@%;:::::,,,...*+;;;?##?%?S?#?+:;::::,:,,.,+***+;:,............................. ................,+?*?**??,...?%?%%???%????*;....?@@@@@%:;;:?#+......,:++?#@@@@#S@#S?;++*SS++*#@@@@@@@@?*;,.........:*;;:+S#+%*?%%SS%:,:;;+*?**+;+;;;++::,........................... .................,:**;*?%+...*%??%%?????%???*;.+@@@@@@@?;;;*%*.....,;+?%S@@@##???S##@#;+*+*;S@@@@@@@@@@#%?+;:,,.....+++:;S??%??%%%%@S:..,:;+?????**;::,::........................... ...................,;;+?%%;..+??%%*;;+*?????**;#@@@@@@@S;+;;?*;++*?SSS%%%%S@SS**;+?*S%:*S#%?;S@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#SS%*;+*;;+%*%%S%?%S###%:....,:+*****?*+:,............................ ...........:::.......,:+??%*,,?S??*+;:,,;++**+S@@@@@@@#@%*+:?S%#@@@@@#%%S#@@#%???***SSS@@@@@@@#SSS#@#@@@@#@@@@@S?+,.+;:;+%?S%%?%??%%%S?:.....,:++++**?*+;::,........................ ...........,;+++::,...,:;*?%*:;%??*::;::,..,,;#@@@@#@@@@#++*%S,,,+???%S@@@@@@###SS*+?S@SS#@#%??SS#@@#S**?+,:;:,.....*;*+?S%SS%+??S%?SS#?,.......,:;+;+******;:,..................... ..............,+?**+::,..:**??*%%**+,..,,....?@@@@##S@@@#?+**%?......:%#@@@@@@@?#@##S?%####*%SS@%%@@#%**:*.........,S%%%S%#@#??S%@S*%SS@?,........,:++++++*?+**,,................... ................;+*+:;*+;::;***???*+:.,.....;@@@@@###@@@@#%*+%%+,,..,+?%@@@@@@#S##?#@@S##@@@@#%?S@@@S#S%;*:,.......*?*+S%S#@#S%#%?S#%SS?#?..........,++;;;:;+****;:................. ..................,;;+??*??*******?*+:*+:...S@@@@@@@@@@@@@#%;**%+*;,.:;*S?S@@@#S??S@#@SS*?S#@@@@@@@@#?#S;:........;+;;+SS#S?##S#%S?#@S#%?%*,....:.....;;:+,.,,:;;+*+;,.............. ....................,;??*?%????*?****++*+;.;@@@@@@@@@@@####?%;?%?+***;;,;+S%@@@#?SS##@#+:;;###@@@@@@@?*#.........:*,?*?@##S?#@@@#@@%%@%%S%S+......,;;,::;;,,.....,,:+;.............. ......................:+*?%?%%%??**+*;++;+,%@@@@@@@@@##S%##?*;+?S;;;+?*;.*;;?@@@@@@@@#?,,;;%#@@@@@#%S::+........,?:;+?###%%?S@@@@#@@S%SS?SS?,.....::::::;;;:,,...................... ........................,;+?%%???***+;?:*,?@@@@@@@@@@SS#S@@#S%+*%?.,:;*+;*,.;S@@@@@@S**+,,;SS@@@@#?:;.:.........+*+;+%@@#%?%@@@@@@S#@SS%S##%*.......:,..,:;+;:,..................... ...........................:*?%??**?*+%:#,*@@@@@@@@@@@@@@SS##S?*%S:...,++;,:::?%@@##?*+%+,?#*#@@@;.............++:+:%@@@#%S@@@@@@@@@@SSS%S@##:.............:;;:,.................... .............................,;*+**+*;*,*+;@@@@@@@@@@#@@@#SSS##*?#%,.....,..,,.*##@##%?*+:*SS#@@S+;,..........;?**?S@@#@@@#@@@@@@@##@@SSS%%SS?.......,;,.....,:;;:,................. .................................,,;%++,:*;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@S%S@@S*%S%:........,+?*?#@?+SS:,+#S#@@?+%??+;,....,+%??%@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@###@%%S#%#;.......:;........,;+;,............... ...................................+%;,..:+@@@@@#@@@@@@@@@SS#@S%??%%S+...,;+*??+;?S@@S?+;+%S@@@S+,:;++?**+:+%%SSS#@#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#S%@@#S,........,;:........,:,.............. ...................................**;....;@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#@@@#S#??SS*:+**;+,.,.+%*@S****?%S@@+:....,::+;+*%S#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#@#SS##*.........,:,........................ ...................................;S:....?@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@##%S?+;::....,..+??##?*++?S@@%?:....,,....,,;*%%@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@SS#SS@#:...........,,,,.................... ....................................*;....*@@@@@@@@@@@@@#@@@@@@@@@?;:......,,..:,;*%S@@@#%@@@@??,..............:?##@@@@@@@@@@@#@@@@@@@@@@@##@#S#%.............::,,.................. ....................................,*.....*@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#+:..............:%?%##SSS####%*,...............;S#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#S#@@*..............,:,,................ .....................................+:.....+@@@@@@@@@@@@#@@@@@S:+,...........,...*%?SSS%S#%SS%;.,:,....,......:+?@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@##S@@#@+...............,,................ .....................................*%,.,;+.;#@@@@@@@@@@S@@@@S:,+.......,:;:,,...,*?%S%S##S%%*,.,,,....:;;,.,,*??%%S@@@@@@#@@@@@@@@@#@@#@@S##S##S?................................. ....................................:@@*.,::,,,?@@@@@@@@@@@@#*:,.,.....,;;,,.......,*%?%%%##%*;...........:??%+%S%%*+S@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@S%%##@SS@SS,................................ ....................................;@@#;,.::;..;S@@@@@@@@S+,........,;?,...........+**+%%+*?*:..........,+*@*+*?%%?;;?#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#SS%@####@@?................................ ....................................%@@@#:..,;:.:+?#@@@#?:.........,:+%?...:*;......++?++*??;+,......,*%,:*+@:,,:;+?*:;?@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@S%####@##S,............................... ...................................;@##@@#,.,:,;:,;*%#*,.......,,,;**##:,..;?;.......*;+++:%,+.......,+*+?**@#+;;+;*+;;,;#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#?%SS###@#*............................... ...................................%@@@@@@S,..,+:,:;+:::......:+;+*S@@S+;;,.,,,,.:;:;*:+;+++::..,..,+?++??%@#@@*,;:;;:::,:S@@@@@@@@#@@#@@@@#%#S#@#@S?,.............................. ..................................;@@@@@@@@S,...,+*:.,:.....:+++*%@@@@@?*+*;;;;,:+?%*;;*:;*:::.:?*;:;*+*%?S#S@@@%:,;:;;:+:;S@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#S@#@###@?;.............................. ..................................S@@@@@@@@@#+...:.......,:;++?S@@@@@@@@#;+++*??S#*?++++*;?+*+**+?#@S####SSSS@@@@#*:.,,;;;::%@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@S?S@@@##?*.............................. .................................+@@@@@@@@@@@@S+,......,:;*??SS@@@@@@@@@#*+:+;;;**;++?+;+??*?%*+*S#S####@#%S@@@@@@@S+..:;:,,,:?#@@@@@@@@@@@@@#%#@@@#S?:............................. ................................,#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#?+,,,+?%##S%S%@##@@@@@@@%*:**:+*+*?;?*+;?*+***??S?%SS#@#%?S@@@@@@@@@S:...:;::.,?@@@@@@@@@@@#@@S#@@@@S*,............................ ................................+@@@@@@@@@@@@@#@#S%%%%#@@@S%%###S@@@@@@@@?%?*?**?*++*+*%+:?%;++???SS###@S%S%#@@@@@@@@@S:..;,.:,..:#@@@#@@@@@@@#S#@@@@S*;............................ ...............................,#@@@@@@@@@@@@@#@#SSS%S@@@S@SSSS%S@@@@@@@@%%?+?%#S#%S#%S?:,?%S**?;.+@@@@@@#%#SS@#@@@@@@@S::..:;;...,?@@#S#@@@@@#S%@@@@@?+,........................... ...............................+@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#@S#S%S@@@S%%#@#SS#@@@@@@@@#?S%?%%#S??*++?S%?*++++?+.#@@@@@#S@#%?%%S##@@@@%;..,,:+:,..*@@#?S@#@@#S#?#@@S#++........................... ..............................,S@@@@@@@#@@@#S#%SSSS%S@#SS%??%%###@@@@@#@@@##S?%%#:,,;;:;@##,....+?;++%#@@#%@@#%S@S%S##@@@S*:,..:++;,.+@@#?#@S#@##@%#@@@??,.......................... ..............................+@@@@@@@@#@@@S%S#%%%#SS#S%*?;;SS##@#@@@@@@@@@?*;+?S+:*%%S##+###%?*++?...,+S@S#@@@S#S#@@@S####S*;;,,:,;,.+@@#S@@%S#S##?#@##**.......................... .............................,#@@@@@@@@@@@S%S%%##S@##@@*?+:.:*#@@#@@@@@@@%+;++;%SS##@@@@#:#@@@#*+#S*:.,,,;SS##@SS?%S#S%?%?SS::+**;,:,:,;S@S%#S%?#%SS##SSS%,......................... .............................*@@@@@@@@@@@SSS@#S@#SS?#%??;,...:#S@*#@@@@#;:+:;?#@@@#SS%S@#:#@%+;?##@@#%;::.:?SS@@#S%S##%%%;;?;..,;*%+::.:;?####@#S#%S##SSS*+......................... ............................,@@@@@@@@@@#%?##S###SS+%**?:......;*+,#@%*%,,+:;%SSS#@@###@@%;+::?#@@@@@@##?:..,;#S@@%####%S%;.,,.....:%%+,+:.,,::;*?#@#@SS#S*%,........................ ............................%@@@@@@@@#@%%#@@#@@#%*?+??,...........;+:?,.:,+S@#%SS####%%??%?SS?%#@@@#@###S+..,+S##+*?#%:,,...........**:,....,,,:;;++?#S#S%%+........................ ...........................;@@@@@@@@@@S?#@#@##%+?***+,.......,:::::;?+,,.;S######SSS+*S##@S@@@S;S##S@@#@@@+;;:::::+;;:;;++;:.........+;...,:;;:*@S#S%S@%#SS?,....................... ..........................,#@@@@@@@@@#SSS@@#?%??*+,........,;+;,;::::::::*SSS@@##S#;;#@@S;;@@#@;+###@@#S*:,.,,...,%@##%%?*???*:......,;+,.,:++;.*@@@##@S%##S*....................... ..........................?@@@@@@@@@#?*S@@%*%??*:.........,?+++;;;++;;,..,.,:?##@?S.S@@@%.,#@@@*:@#@S?:..,;+%+...,;?%##@@#S%%SS?:......:*:,++:+;:%##@@S@S@@S?;...................... .........................+@@@@@@@@@#?S%S#S%?*++,..........+?***+;+*S%?+;,*%+..,;%SS;*@@@?..?@@%:?@?+++,;*%##?,:,...,;+?%S#@@@#SS%+......,;:;+:*:;,+###SS%#@#**...................... ........................:@@@@@@@@@S%%S;###%*,...........,+??;,.......:;*;,?#%:...:+***?S;..*S*+*?::+?S###S*;:;*;.....,;+*?S#@@@##?;.......,:::;;;;:*%#@S#%@#%%;..................... ........................%@@@@@@@@%*%@;*##%;,..........,;*+,.....,;+*+;,...,:*S?,.,.,;*+++;:++;;++?S#S%+:,..,::,,.......,+**%@@@@@??,...........,:;+;*@##@#S@#%*,.................... .......................+@@@@@@@#S+%#%++*:,..........:+;:...........,;?S?;,...:?%+*%*:::,,,,:;*S@@@S+,,;;;,.....,........,;+*?#@@@%%;.............,:+@@S#S#S#S??;.................... ......................:@@@@@@@@@*%@#?:............,;;,................,*#S+,...:?%?%SS??+*?%#@@#%*:,;;;:..,,;+;:.,;:......,;**S@@@%+...............,+S######@#?%,................... .....................,%@@@@@@@#?S@*+;..........,.,+:....................:?S%+,...,*%%SS#S%S%@@?;?%,,...:+;::;:...,:,.......:+**S@@@;.................,*%##@@@##?+................... .....................*@@@@@@@@SS@;...............*;..........,,,..,,,....,;?SS*,....:;++**?%@*,?S*,.,:;;,..,,:+?%S%S*;......,;*?S@#,...................,*@@#@@@%%,.................. ....................:@@@@@@@@@#?:...............,%....,;:,...,:::,,;:,,....,;?S#?;:?*+**?%#@S*,;*::.,,,,;?%%?***?S#@@#,.......:*?#@:.....................*@##@@#?*.................. ....................%@@@@@@@S;:.................;S,..:,,+;,......,.:,;:......:+?SS?%%#@##@#%?S:.,,:;*?%%?+:,,?S%*::::,,........;*%@*......................+#@%@@SS:................. ...................:@@@@%S%?,...................,#%;:;+;,,,::,,......,.....,,:,++*%#SS?S@@@???%+*##S?;:,,..,,+;::;;;;;,........,*%##,......................;S**@@#?................. ...................%@@@*,+;,.....................?@#%?*++;:,,,,,...........,;+*,;****?*?%#S?*+S@#?:..:;;**;**??%*++............,?%%S;............,,...........,?@@#;................ ..................,@@S*..........................,?@@SS?*+:::,,:,,...,..,....,;:.+;:,.,*?S??*%S+,.:;;+??%SS@@###%?+:,,.........,%%%S+............:*?+:..........+@##,............... ..................;#?;............................,?@###%%*;;:,:::,..,::;,,....,::,.,+*%S??+?+,:;+?%?%@@@@##@#SSSSS*;,..,;:;++*%###S,..............;SS?;,........;#@?............... ..................,,................................+@@@#@#S%*;;;;:,,..........,:::.,%SS?++%*:;;;**?%#@@@@@##%%%%?*????++;??S#@#@@S:................,?S%S+,.......:?S,.............. .....................................................;#@@@##@#SS?*+++;::,.,?**+**??**?S?*%@@S%??++++++++*?%%SSS%%%%??%?%#S###@#S#%:..................,??S@S:........,............... ......................,,,,,,,,,:::::::,,::::::,.......:%@@@#S#@@@@S%%??**+:+;+++*****%S##@@%;::;*?*?*+;::,.,,,,,:;;;;;+**%SSS#S%*,....................:%?@@#:....................... ...................,+;;;;;;;;:::;:::+++;+;;:;::.........;#@@@@#####@@@@@##S%%%%%%SS##@@@#%+:;+S@#SS##???*???*:,;??%***???%SS#%*:.......................?%S##%,...................... ....................,::;;;;;;::::;++**++**++;;::,:,......,?@@@@@@@##@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#?++*?%S#@@@#%***??**+*%S#@@@@@@@@@SS#;..........................+%%S##;...................... ..................,:::;::;;;;::::::,;;;;;+;;;:,,,,,........;S@@@@@@@@@@#@@@@@@@@@@@@#%+;;*%@@@#%?*+++++++++*?%%%%*%?SSS%?S*,...........................*%%#@@?...................... ...................,:+:*+:;;*;;;:;;;;;+;+++++;:,............:S######@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#?*:+%#@@#%?+:;;++;;;;+;++*;;;+*++?++%#S,...........................,SS#@@@%...................... .....................,:;++;*?+;;+*+++;****++*++**+:::,,,,,,.:??%#@@#@@@@@@@@@@@@#SS?SS@@@@#SS%?%%%?**+;+*****???%?%S#SSSSS,...........................*S%%###*...................... .........................,.**+?%S@SS##@##@#####%?*+;;;++++;,,%???%S##@@@@@@@@@#S%%#@@@@@@@###@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@##S%S%S#S%%*+?,.........................,*%%%S##S,...................... ..........................;*S#@#SS#@@@@@##@@##@S*+;::;:;;;;;,*????***?SS#@#SS#S#S@#@@@@SS?%S%*?SSS##@@@#S#@@@@@@#S???*+++?,........................:?%%%S##S:....................... ......................:;++*+%S##SS#######@#@@S%*+;;:::;:;;:;:;:++*?**?SSSSS?????SSS##%%%?%S%?*%%S%%%%S#SS%SS#S#@@S#+;++++*:.....................,;?%%S#@##S:........................ ....................,,,:+%#S%?*#@@@SSSSS####@#SS%+;;::;;;,..,*;::::;+##%%%?**S??%%?%%%?????*+**?%??%%%%%SSSS%?%SS%*;+++++*:......,:,.......,,:;+?%SS###S%+,......................... ....................+*+*S@@@##S#@@@@@@@####%%%S@#S*;;;;;;,,.,+;;+;+*%%S?**???S%%%?*+***???*++**??**++***??%%%%*?%SS?*;;;+*:......,;?%%%??????%%%?SSS#%*;,........................... .....................,+?SS@@#@@@@@##@@@@#@##S%#@@#%%;;+;,;;:,++???%%??%%??%%%?%SSSS#%%%%%?%##@####SSS???***?S%+***%S@?;++*;.........:+?%SS#####?????+,.....:;:,::::................. .................,..:,::..;+*@@@@@@@###@#@####@#S#S%++?+:+*;.+SS%?*?**????%%#S%%S#S#SS%%%?%S@@@@@@@@@@@#S%?*%%;*?*S@#S?+++:.............,,:::::,,.......,:,,::,:,................... .................+:,*,:++....:?#@@@@@@###@#S##@@SS?%%*++;;::+?@S??*%%?%???S%#%?????%??%S%?%%S##@@@@@@@@@@##S%?***%S%%?%S**:................:;;::,,,,,,:;:,,,:::;,................... .................,;;;+..;;;*;*%###@@@@#####SS##@SS?*::,,:;+**?#?**+%%%%%?**++;++;;++***??%%?%??%#@@@@@@@@@@@@%%?*#%+???##S?+:,.......,::;+?%%*++;:::;;;;:,,,::::,................... .....................:;,;+:S@@@@#S#@#@@##SSS%#%**+;:.,;**?????S++*%???+;++;:,::;:;;;++**???%%**?%#@@@@@@@@@@@@#?%%*+*??S@@@#%?+:.,:;;++;;;?%%?*??***?:;++:,,;;;:,.,,................ ......................,::;+%*;%??SSSS#@#SSS*%S;,..,;**?%%S%??*%*+S%*%:,,,,,,;;;+;;;;;++**???%??????%#@@@@@@@@@@@%%?*;;;%@@@@@S%%**+;+*??**+%S%%%%%*?*++??*+::::;;::,................ ........................,,:;**%%S####S#@#%?%%?+,,;**??%%%?*+;::+;;?%:.........,::;::;++;+**??**??%%?%#@@@@@@@@@@S??S?+*@@@@@@S%%?%S#@@#S%SSS@#SSS%%#%????*:::::,..,,................ ......................,,,+*+**%%?SS%%#S##%?%*++;***?%%??**;;::::,.,:.....,......,:;:;;;+;;+****????S%?SS@@@@@@@@@@%S@%@@@@@@@@#SS%??S@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#%%+:.,,,,,,:::,................ ......................::::;*%S?%%S##%%%%##S%??**%SSS????*+;:?+;,:+:.:+.,*++.+,.::.,;;:+*+;:;***?????S%%SS#S@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@%?*?S@@@@@@@@@@@##***+**%;;+::,................... ......................,:;;;+#S#%S?#@######S?*???SSS%??**+;;,*+;.+*:,*,.+*:,:?::?,,;**:+**;;;***???%%S#SS##@@@#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#S%%??#@@@@@@@@@@%?**?*++;,:.:;+;:,............... ...................,,,::;;;;;??+%S#@@@@@#SS+;+%%?%%?*++?++;;::,,:::,,,,:,..::..:,,:,;;+**;;+****??%%%%SS##@SSS#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@##%*%@@@@@@@@%;;*+*:::,.,+:+;:,................ ...................,;:,,,,+??%SS#@@@@#@@##?**?S#S%?+++?;+;*?+:,?,++.++....;+++++;::+:;++;;;;+**??%%#S%%S@@@@@S#S#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#S%SS####@#?%?%?*+:::::;+,................... .....................,::++%#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@######%**+;??*?;**+;:*::.,?:,,,:*;+:?+;,%;+;+++++**??%%###SSSSS##@@@#@#%%S%%SSSS##@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@S???*???%???*++;;+,,,,,.................. ....................,:;;;;;;++*%SS%###@@#####S%?**+**;;*****+*+++*++;;++++;++;;:,.,,,,:;;;;;++;+**+*++*++*???????????*????%S%?%?%S##S@@@%*%%#S%%?*+;;:;+++;+*??++;.................. ...................................,,,::,,.........,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,...................,,,,,:;;:;;;;;;::++;:::,,,.........,.,::+*?**?%?:.,,++*+++++++;;....,,,,,,.................. ...................................................,.......,..............,,...................................................,....................................................
Here you can inquire, learn, read lyrics, find collection albums, cassettes, vinyl, cd's. This database makes it easy to find objects to buy in a store such as ebay, amazon, alibaba, etc.