You pray, you kneel You worship For thousands years You sacrifice I am the holy son Created from the chaos As the god of the race Of human rats As the
Vacuum, nothingness Abyss, black space Infinity, emptiness Man as the torch, man as the scourge He vacillate beneficence and cruelty Animal sex, philosophical
Effigy of the impious Encroach upon my mind Desolation Blood- stained altars Seven temples And the seventh is for you Hinnom, Tophet Imminent annihilation
Transforming into Mobed For pleasure of mind Body and soul, for all gods You'll see the light Shapeless fire of knowledge which Whirl and clamor again
Divided soul, divided body Cauldron of thoughts Nine, nine, nine, open the gate The ninth level illumination of chosen one Fixed star of invisible light
I've seen insane hearts falling down and falling out but I'm feeling really cold and I feel my soul alone. Fear, tragic fear when I feel my bleeding
When messenger arrived The groundworks of world shook And priests, hypocrites trembled Aiwaz has brought knowledge And the equinox of gods began He liberated
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The time has gone And everything looks old, The clocks have stop Life could be reformed. The past returns With anger, fear and war, Evil comes to bring
forlorn, inert being on a dessert, placed in the gloom of feelings blown away by the searing wind borne on the breath of hell a being that shows nothing
Pretty poor the spiritual devices form Perform! another way of life beyond. Asking for! mechanical devices form to torture blind another human sight.
"As (the ark) landed, the weight of the ark caused the "blood" to spurt the sky and gave the star of the tenth moon (...) reality and brilliance". Dogon
...Thinking of the smell that flows of your mouth or in the light, that shines in your eyes I shall suffer I'll fly through the waves any place where
The ceremony, nine beings in figures In ultraviolet, Azathoth, center of the Cosmo Yog-Sothoth, master of dimensions Nyarlathothep (Prince of the Abyss
[1st Mov. The Conflict] Bleed, die, fight! after you've seen stop, shout! whilst the morning was tempt. Walk, run, sleep! in your space, on your way
they were drawn nigh by void, by abyss, tranquillity, heat, demise and silence the perfect order of death the angels of illusion ready for creation the
look - come close your eyes and hold your thought take it, claim for yourself tis yours, the slaves know it well seek - it's there yet you shall not