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Like Nechayev on the Ice
Corpse drifting in the deep
Lost in eddies of the Abyss
Dropsied reason fades to sleep
!Sleep
By the rule of Flame and Lead
Where blood must water soil
To hope for promised bread
Yet for the sickle do they toil
Now Reap
My Brothers we’ve seen you fall
in the Fields of Ukraine
Comrade can’t you see
The Iron Curtain
Was a Shroud
!By The Hammer of Belphegor
!By The Promise of Belphegor
!By The Cogs of Belphegor
!By The thrasher of Belphegor
Belphegor
!No Gods
!No Masters
!The Syndicate burns the world in Black Flames
!Neither God!Nor Master
!Just Ashes and the crown which the urn contains
Hungry hands those proletarians
!Yet hungrier still industry’s machine
By the Hundred Million Heads
By the Propaganda of the Deed
We Raise the Flaming Toast
To bring Cosmos to his knees
!Anangke !Erebus !Xaos !Anarchy
!No Gods !No Masters
!The Syndicate burns the world in Black Flames
!Neither God!Nor Master
!Just Ashes and the crown which the urn contains
!Don’t you see
!Every Emancipator has enslaved the Free
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Aceldama
08:06
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IO
IA
IAO APOLLYON
ANIMA TERRORIS
It’s the Dawn of the Age of the Locust
And they will eat the work of your hands
The pit of the Tyrant is open
And the smoke of the starvation ascends
!Wormwood !Heil
The Horsemen
Ride
The Moon, like the Flag of the nations
is red with the blood of Lambs,
And woe to the earth and the sea
Before the wrath of He Who I Am
Singing Anthems of plagues unencumbered
Those Hymns to National Gods
For 30 pieces of Silver, the partisan gibbet applauds
!Now Hail Him !Judas !Judas
From the winepress I arose
Drenched in the blood of my sons
My name is a thousand pieces
The droplets in the Field of Blood Blood.
!Exile !Witness
!Stalin on the throne of Tsars
!Exile !Witness
!A crown on a comrades skull
Полюшко-поле,
полюшко, широко поле,
Едут по полю герои,
Эх, да Красной Армии герои.
Только мы видим,
Видим мы седую тучу,
Вражья злоба из-за леса,
Эх, да вражья злоба, словно туча.
No Graves, No Tombs,
Nameless, Nameless!
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Caput Mortuum
08:19
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Escaped our yesterdays
And yet they have given way
To abandoned scaffolding
Left bare upon the skyline
Denied the heights they would reach
Or the shelter they would mother
!Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit
The Under Painting is showing through
Grey pigament putrefied
And yet the skeleton somehow more true
Abandoned by its painter
god
The world is a masterpiece
Struck dumb by turpentine
For the soul
The frame cannot contain
The emulsifying spirit
Drowned in Water
Corrodes the soul
Yet the stone gets hotter
Bathed in VITRIOL
The world is a masterpiece
Struck dumb by turpentine
For the soul the Frame cannot contain
The emulsifying spirit
Now raise the Gorgons Head
With the Star so Malefic
Poison the Waters of Return
To invert the Runes Horrific
They Raised the Gorgons Head
To the Stars they’re so Malefic
Poisoned Waters of Return
Inverts the Runes Horrific
The world is a masterpiece
Struck dumb by turpentine
For the soul the Frame cannot contain
The emulsifying spirit
We Raised the Gorgons Head
And now the Star they’re so
!Malefic
We poisoned the
Waters of Return
!And inverted the Runes !Horrific
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Eris'kagal in Irkalla
08:14
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How can the writhing crucifix
Held in necrophilous hands
Condemn to hungry gresillions
The confidants of our birth
Eris’hkagal’s eyes
Are set upon you
Lets the Hounds loose
Now set upon you
Like Lucifers bride
Hungry for Kin
Those devouring eyes
Of the Serpent Woman
?Whats before me
The Fathers of Disease
?Whats before me
!Tuberculin Philosophy
?Whats before me
!You Fathers of disease
?The Cross before me
!OPHIDIAN
!LILITU !SACRED WHORE
!LILITU !FEED
!LILITU !DESTROYING WHORE
!LILITU !FEED
POISON. OCCULTI.
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Carmilla
09:58
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Eine Stimme auf dem Wind, die seit jeher wart. Unersättlich. Wundersam. Mörderisch.
Liebe ist kein kalter Wind. Liebe ist eine Krankheit, die man haben will.
Aber nicht sie
Der Liebe ist kein Wind zu kalt. Liebe ist eine Krankheit, die man haben will.
Liebestod
Meine Erinnerungen, voller Durst
Im Blut
Ewiges
Ertrinken
Versinken
Unbewusst
Höchste Lust
Höchster Verlust
In dieser Welt sind Gesichter austauschbar.
Mein Geist füllt alle Körper mit dem Drang zur Vernichtung.
Ich habe die Zukunft gesehen und Du hast kein Gesicht; Dein Verlangen blind, ich triumphierend.
Unsere Rasse wird sterben, betrunken mit meiner Nostalgie, und sich zu Tode fressend.
Ich würde die Flut zurückhalten, nichts wäre vorübergehend.
Nichts würde alt werden, nichts würde vergehen.
Wir würden händehaltend vor dem Sonnenuntergang stehen, wie Mumien für immer in die sterbende Sonne starren.
In der Liebe sind wir wie Statuen, wie auf Felsen gefrorene Flechten.
In der Liebe bist Du nur ein Editor, der eines anderen Geschichte zensiert.
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The Montevidean falls
The supreme farewell
A genocide to angels
and ovens for the pious
The flatulent suicide
of deity sings
an opera of embarrassment
for Death-sired Mankind!
Oh Asmodeus!
Betrayer of God
Asmodeus!
Cleaver of Hearts
Like innocence, Jerusalem fell
In the tears of Eve.
Oh Mervyn,
To be Abel’s dumb smile
[incoherent dogs snarling and wailing. The cry of an adolescent girl’s Father]
Swing! Sweet child, Swing!
As the Parasites that bore you cry!
Wasted Life!
Swing! Sweet child, Swing!
As the Parasites that bore you cry!
Wasted Life!
But oh the breeze,
In this Waste!
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