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The All-Shrine (Intro)
01:32
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2. |
Silence, Blessed Be
04:47
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In the beginning, there was Word
Yet that Word was not of my tongue.
Hanging on the walls of matter,
The spirit unknowingly turned towards it
See the flames lick the page of life bestowed
For the sword has come to impale it from inside
And there, a very different godform shall rise
Cloak of matter tears in two as we enter His church
Where altars are draped in abyssal Dark
Inhale the incense, feel the Metanoia
Until the world without end returns to nothing
Blessed be the silence, the one that in eternity resided
Where no waters stir but the ones of sterility
Cut your tongue and sew your lips shut
And on them His thesis shall be inscribed
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3. |
Mirroring the Maladies
06:30
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Nails of the Passion are of use once again
But this time the veins of Being are at stake
Reflections evoke nothing but majestic Evil
Solace is no more to be found
You never gazed into the pyres
And still you question the suffering
One must stand as he perishes
In this age of the Fall
Nectar and ambrosia poisoning the watchers
For none shall be left but the one that comes at the final dawn
A mere precursor, for all aeons to see
Poisoned by the Serpent, mirroring the maladies
There is a temple rising on the bones of this plane
Not unlike the one that stands in the Other
It has no light, yet it houses a flame,
A crystalline reflection of a war that will be won
Each of days is greeted by a certain Shadow
Through those same days that pass, the Shadow consumes them all
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4. |
A Dove In Shackles
04:54
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Below the stars of heaven high,
Arrows of Below stand in position,
Piss-soaked and poison-drenched,
Awaiting the sign of the final Liturgy.
As soon as the song resounds through the air,
The sign will come to strike the purveyor of peace
No flood of water yet the one of blood
Shall drown the realm of Malkuth
White wings of hope torn apart,
Left for the gaping maws of horror to feast
This soil receives a sacrament so foul
As man turns towards its true nature
No cries nor screams will be enough
To resound the shriek of the churches seven
Deathfuck final, son against father
A showcase of Ouroboros incarnate
The dove flies no more
And the rainbow is covered by ash
The Prince of this world sits anointed.
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5. |
In Being Engraved
07:09
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The undying urge to plunder the ways of flesh
Lay hidden in the very depths of mundane shape
And indeed it was chained by sheer ignorance!
Slithered out of its cocoon, it reverberates the one and only sound:
The sound of His maledictions, the call of fleshless chambers
A sprout of storms,
Forged we were by the words of His,
The ones He spoke before the creation of time:
"I am your blood."
Marks and signs are all around
And they carry the glorious origin from below
So, let us craft the art of the grand putrefaction
And spit out the wine of the shepherd above
Trodding the dissolutive ways, the question stands:
How is there any other path to take
When His reflection lies in every thorn?
Therefore: accept the Fall, enter the Serpent's heart
And pervert the gift of existence!
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6. |
Towards True Providence
06:38
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The valley of Malkuth, so vast yet hollow
Instills Time to dwell inside it
It bit the hand that fed it eternities ago
And made itself into a hollow deathfield
I shiver in the presence of its foul weeds
And rot from its waters
Though its constraints are weak
Like a parasite, it leeches off the essence
The nature that shouldn't be banishes the fragments
In which I yearn to abide
Shaped in the foulest of images
As a reminder of the walls that separate from Him
Inside the essence the ulcers are sprouting,
Tied in the knots of spiritual decrepitude
As I walk towards true Providence, I declare:
This plain is before me, yet I deny it
I am, yet I am not
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7. |
Aion Teleos
06:57
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Not worthy to even catch His glimpse,
This world must be washed away in its own creation,
For the spit that comes from every whore's mouth upon His words,
Sets the course for the mongrelized image towards damnation
Yet, that is the only fate nonetheless
As the gallows were already fixed in position,
And you have abandoned the Most High
Unknowingly hurling yourselves to the liar's altar
The Dragon awaits, and His name was codified before the false beginning
From the utmost lows to the utmost heights,
The punishing breath shall spread into the lungs of every man
Exalted, beyond and below,
His essence ebbs and flows
Opposer and the Judgement, relentless malefactor
Flagellating Yaldabaoth in his greatest sin
Let Your infinite Wisdom tear this deceit apart, Satan!
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