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Dii Inferi

by Mehenet

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1.
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
2.
Aceldama 08:06
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!
3.
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
4.
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.
5.
Carmilla 09:58
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.
6.
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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released March 20, 2018

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Mehenet New Orleans, Louisiana

“The bankruptcy of ideas having destroyed the concept of humanity to its very innermost strata, the instincts and hereditary backgrounds are now emerging pathologically. Since no art, politics or religious faith seems adequate to dam this torrent, there remain only the plague and the bleeding pose.” - Hugo Ball ... more

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