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Crawling Temples
05:35
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Rise, Loksumu, Insinuant Devil! Swath of veils of the choking womb, veins of shadows—sinew of dawn. Temples… temples… crawling temples in black. Divine miasma, holy nausea, abstract shades in line. Darkness rushes to a valley of minds, cleansing septicity with tar. Temples… temples… crawling temples in black. Screaming out an epithet, but their sounds do not hoist from the seat of their lips. Breathing foetuses, slithering leeches, denounce their guilt after breastfeeding their own mouth at the sacrosanct spring. I toll the death knell, my spirit opens, and the faces that taint the gasoline mirror are now gone forever… « In the depths, call forth Belial into the being of man. From the depths of your throne, insinuant devil of falsity. » Temples… temples… crawling temples in black. I am free. Holy nausea, abstract names written in signs, dark waters confined, drowning with numbness in tar.
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Basilisk Triumphant
05:53
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I shall quench the flame of pride; my gaze shall turn it to stone… the flame of pride. Gloria Aeterna Gloria! Now, I am the void! Gloria Aeterna Gloria. Though an army besiege me, Gloria Aeterna Gloria, my heart will not fear; though war break out Gloria Aeterna Gloria. The holy inferno I have become. Gloria Aeterna Gloria, crowned in flesh. Now, I AM THE VOID. Gloria! Spine of sudden disaster (Beyond the flesh, I am). Ebony bones against any fall (Beyond the flesh, I am). A basilisk triumphant (Beyond the flesh, I am), for I am the light above all. The arm of flesh, I am; the hand that gives and takes. The serpent in black, as I walk and faint… no more. A basilisk triumphant! A basilisk triumphant! Gloria! I shall quench the flame of pride… the venom of vipers. I shall quench the flame of pride. He shall turn it to stone! The venom of vipers… the flame of pride.
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Stillborn Litany
06:47
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EGGE! EGGE, EGGE, PHAGOR EGGE, RANER EGGE, EGGE, SAMAEL CH’HAD Chavi, Chavah, thy spirit lies in the bowels of night. Stillborn, thou art born to forsake the light. Wraith, born of Hell’s decree, Shakti, cursed be thee. Ahosephex, forked tongues speak. Ahosephex, the wrath it seeks. Ahosephex Around the golden calf, we circle and fall. In the cedar smoke, we heed the fucking call. Tears of the forsaken fall as blood, through realms of grief, we crawl in mud. Whisper thy name upon the wind, eternal torment, where none shall rescind. Phantoms of the fallen rise to command, their suffering, etched in the sand. Through crimson skies, we shall ascend. In this dark war, we find no end. EGGE, EGGE! Let thy name resound! Anointed in grief, forever bound. EGGE, EGGE! Behold the cry. Stillborn child, thy fate is nigh. Son of the abyss, daughter of grief, in thy blood, our curse is brief. Into the fire, into the flame, thy soul shall burn—none shall reclaim. Ahosephex, forked tongues speak. Ahosephex, the wrath it seeks. Ahosephex EGGE, EGGE, PHAGOR EGGE, EGGE, RANER EGGE, EGGE, SAMAEL EGGE, EGGE, SEMAR CH’HAD...
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Ashspawn
04:39
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I am God’s scourge of defeat, the semen in his eye. HE did not conquer men. He did not conquer land. Unless my glow shies over His throne… once more! And the word became flesh. Open the conquests that surround me. Syllabus & proses of my sermons. The Earth protrudes in its reeds. And the word becomes flesh. Ash spawned! I summon the void, the serpent's reign. He did scorch the heavens. He did tear at the chains. The blood of angels taints the soil & their spoil. And the word becomes flesh. I, I claim that I want it all. The Grand croaker reborn from sunder. I stand on ruins, in flames unchained. Through hell’s descent, and frozen night, I rise as the fire. Et Verbvm Caro Facvm Est.
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Open the seal, the sinister side; B’Shem Ha Raviasamin! Avete Serpente, Avete Serpente. Today all lays in stones, the sword of injustice — the threshold has dropped. Yesterday is a crow… In utero morbidum, Aosephex, Avete Serpente, crawling in black and reds… black and reds. I am thee, and thou art me; it is time to go, O seed of grief, food for the S.E.T.H. to be. Ahosephex is night as we speak, through shattered shrouds where silence is torn. A blanket of manifest atop the story, in the air of ideas… Open the seal, the sinister side, Avete Serpente. Open the sinister side. Open the backwards tree.
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Sightless
03:39
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Crooked by my own salvation, in this breathless void, in a radiant struggle to grasp and breathe your agony. I spit forth to thee my breathless capitulation, a goddamned plea choking through a fracture. Sacrificed—sightless. From glorious to none, from bloom to a tomb, fruit of the betrayal Sun. Flesh for the entozoon, cast away down below, resurrection burning inside me now. He contemplates the current’s fracture, a spiritual crush. I have grown black essence into my bones, movements to another space, another plane. Sightless, ash spitter. An absolution through the fire of transformation, Shehavaa. I’m burning down, down the whole. I rejoice in pain. Oh, mote it be!! I awake once again. Sightless—ash spitter, sightless—blood spiller. Lifeless—ash spitter, restless—blood spiller… angel bound…
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Chysalid
04:32
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I am Darkness around the Sun, Gloriam Resurgentis, Aberrant Spawn, Rise from below, Dismal Chrysalid, Stygian Scorn. Black silk eruption, my life suspended. I surround you, I roar, a seditious hurricane. Hear me, you crowned martyred souls. Fear does not shield you from decrepitude. I am Darkness 'round the Sun, Gloriam Resurgentis Aberrant Spawn, Rise from below Dismal Chrysalid, Stygian Scorn. I am Darkness 'round the Sun, a Stygian Scorn. I am Darkness 'round the Sun, Ex Inferis Stygian Chrysalid, Gloriam Resurgentis Aberrant Spawn, born anew Dismal Chrysalid, Glory to the Reborn Stygian Scorn.
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Ashen Advocacy
07:57
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Sordes Te, Egregia Sordes Te. I am the judge, I am the sin, the tribunal of truth, cast in flame. Accuser and accused, we are one in the same. Victorious flesh, cast down in ash, a godless wretch, feel the lash. I give you leave to burn with me, skirmish of light, crucified progeny. Sordes Te, Egregia Sordes Te. Condemn you to burn with me, a sovereign flame, a verdict set. In the fire, our souls are met. From worm to glory, from glory to sand, ashen advocacy, I take my stand. Flesh turned to stone; blood runs dry. We rise in flames; the old god die. From chasm and void, we strike the hour; beneath the ashes, we regain our power. Sordes Te, Egregia Sordes Te. Through fire, we are forged anew. The judgment cast, we burn as one; in the final blaze, our reign begun. Accuser, accused, none to escape. I am the judge, the bringer of fate. From worm to glory, from glory to sand, ashen advocacy, I take my stand. Ashen winds blow through the pyre; we burn as one, we are the fire. Condemn me to blaze, and I shall ascend. From dust to dust, the cycle will end. Accuser, accused, none to escape. I am the judge and the bringer of fate. Sordes Te, Egregia Sordes Te. Through fire, we are forged anew. The die is cast, we burn as one. In the final blaze, we burn. From worm to glory, from glory to sand, ashen advocacy, I take my stand. Sordes Te, Egregia Sordes Te. Through fire, we burn with thee. I take my stand!
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Assertion
06:43
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We call forth the lord of Shades, the king of kings in Edom’s land. He who is prince of the world of man, for Belial is guide to the soul of the chosen Witchkin. I am the Assertion you will not suppress. I will live despite plagues, as the vulture above the Heavens, a Cold Black Sun. I am the shadow of darkness. I see, eyeless, beyond the black fracture. Listen to my chant of nothingness. Purify the spirit of the universe in my construction. I am the voice of voices, feel the silence deep inside, vibrating within the spirit of a radiant dreamer’s tide. In the ruins of your temples, I carve my name with no mercy or shame. Beneath the weight of hollow prayers, I rise silent and endless, where your spirit dies. There, above the “Almighty”, I do not celebrate the pillars of flattery but the honesty of a forgotten day. Infected reaction! In the darkness, He is the tarred light, and you will sing his blasphemy. And you saw him coming a thousand… times. I will break the chains of the dead words you speak. A flame in the ashes, as Belial rules supreme. The Heavens are burnt, blind to the force I possess. I am the assertion you cannot and will not suppress. The clock shatters, the heavens bow in shame. I am the truth that defies all your names. And you will sing my blasphemy, and you’ll see me coming a thousand... times. A thousand... times… In Nomine Belialis. Amen!
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