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In the night of solstice,
Of nuclear winter,
I stand face to face,
With the starless Void,
Pierced by the coldest blaze,
Of glowing Kholat Syakhl
Far beyond common sense,
Under the gloriole,
Of deep corruption
The wishing well is glowing green,
And the circle is ablaze,
By Wyrd reconstruction,
And rusty blótknife,
Banishing ritual flows,
Like slime down the veins
When another sacrifice,
Was consumed by mind flayer,
So I will sleep in peace?
Spectres over Dyatlov Pass,
Malign heirloom of the past,
Orange lights behind my eyes,
Remains of delirium tremens
Unidentified eldritch object,
Floating in radioactive haze,
Green tentacle of horror,
Touched me in an unspeakable act
I grabbed a slithery arm,
Which help me to get out,
From the cesspit pool,
Of life
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Salt Upon Wounds
03:12
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Our journey starts as the sun no longer shine,
The Void, we evoked
had veiled gruesome Earth,
Gore and serpents rain from the skies,
We commit ourselves,
To run for cover,
As our dreams are turned into shit
As we are floating,
In the coldest streams,
Of raw, white noise,
Guided by the truth,
Beneath the glow,
Still there, blazing and ready,
As the planets and moons,
Falls behind our fate
This war shall never end,
We are shedding salt,
On the wounds of this world,
All our enemies beheld it shine
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Volcanic Ashfall
03:11
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The darkest miasma of ash is rising overhead,
There the farthest planes were crossing,
Their borders within the skin of Earth,
Apocalyptic alchemy started to run,
As the eternal Antagonist ascended himself,
Over the vaporized landscapes
The primitive cauldron has been boiling,
Since even cosmic prison was too young,
And became a womb of the last tragedy,
Feasting on the festering gardens of stars
Wild Hunt is blowing up the paradigms,
Through the valleys of volcanic ash,
Riding the chariots made of obsidian,
On the winds of emboldening vapours
Look how the world wither and die,
One thousand more cadavers for the cart,
No one shall paint this junk again,
World we left behind, dazed and stoned,
Under the scab of volcanic ash
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Wolves of Múspellzheimr
06:10
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No one shall bear,
Face-off against fiery colored signs,
Runic shaped bringers,
Of Anticosmic Current,
It may be like wrestling with werewolf,
The one who bodes anguish,
For the feebleminded kin,
Living under the shell of oblivion
So the stars and planets dim,
Fenrir is spreading blazing manure,
Over the fruits of volcanic fields,
Destructive impulse of Múspellzheimr,
Was sow into fertile soul of rebell
Flaming cascades like winding waves,
Are flickering inside the soul,
When it was dark enough,
During the last breaths,
Of timid self
Eerie wolf of Múspellzheimr,
Is ripping my veins apart,
To suck every drop of numbness away,
And to tear down,
Prison of cosmic Demiurge,
Armed with nothing,
But bare claws
Múspellssynir,
With erasing sight,
Are piercing all dimensions,
With force overloaded,
By voracious wildfire,
Of Chaos Gnosis,
To bring the deliverance,
What comes ascendant,
To ultimate release myself,
From the Demiurge's drunkenness
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5. |
Truth Beneath The Glow
03:13
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Finally resurrected with hangover,
After the obnoxious mixture,
Of fear, awe and disgust,
Circulating like the specter,
With hex instead of heart,
No fucking tattoos on my skin,
Just a grimoire of scars and burns
Final delirium loaded a gun,
With the abyssal artillery,
Tantrum has its roots in the past,
Rising again with no banner,
Lurking through the stained glass,
When neither sun nor moon shines,
And furious Black Metal is the light,
Which has opened my rip-roaring mind,
To the bewildering powers of Void
Then I look up through clouds of ash,
Remembering the agony of my every self,
I hear the whispers of wisdom,
From the polished skull of a dead horse
Malefic Black Metal is the soundtrack,
For the bad trips of my life,
Through the feral journeys,
To R'lyeh and beyond, that I found,
Under the deep, malign seas,
Of tar, moonshine and booze,
And to the top of Mount Doom,
Hidden in the haze of pot
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Man Of Mayhem
03:50
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Incenses are burning,
At the funeral of dead man,
Who gave unto Cosmos,
What belongs to Cosmos,
Who gave Chaos what is due Chaos
Sulphur and mercury,
Were the fertilizers,
Spilled upon the roots,
Of weirwood growning,
Over his grave
Revenant was born again,
Drunk with the wisdom of dead man,
Sorcery has been written,
On every inch of his skin
Wiedergänger warrior,
At the longtime war,
Between the Void and form,
Doped on the mead of vicious bees,
Released from cycles of rebirths,
For the last of his fight
A true rebelion is to spit,
In the face of mankind,
And to tear down,
The chain of life,
The will to live is the greatest lie ever told
And you!
Sad, ordinary man,
Lonely amid the lights of lanterns,
Through every gloomy night
Away from the misery of reality,
Stare at the yawning Abyss
Into the deeps of madness,
And strive for the,
Piece of primordial spark,
Let the Black Flame devour you,
To die and live again
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7. |
Of Void And Form
06:37
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The tragedy has begun,
When they started to look,
For the shining cooper ore,
From the fertile soil,
To smith first knifes and chalices,
With prayers of hope,
Witch-doctors tried to subdue the Cosmos
In the act of banishing of the glacial era,
The most ancient ones,
Were raping wild fields by first primitive plows,
The covenant was concluded,
And accepted into consciousness,
Primeval symbols of Chaos was turned,
Into the effigy of Horned One,
The covenant was sealed
With smell of burned children,
Their singing resounded,
Among the runic stones
Sodom and Gomorrah were surrounded with a stone wall,
In the stench of incense,
Lambs of god were slaughtered,
The words of the psalms were repeated,
By the thousands of dull mouths of slaves,
With teeths destroyed by fossilized bread,
Here Trickster became a Devil,
Opponent of this parody of reality,
Sowed in collective unconsciousness,
By the bearded perverts of faith
But the false smile shone from the shroud of Turin,
And the desert stones have eroded,
So Chaos has turned the sign of Macrocosmos,
In the flames of holocaust,
And cold light of the electric spark,
The knowledge grew in despair,
Has turned out stronger,
Than every kind of faith
Here is the Hidden One,
Patient like an old spider,
Among the forest of neuronal trees,
Thou shalt carry the torch again,
Ye Dragon of the primordal Chaos,
Thy will hide the sun of falsehood,
And thy will expose his eyes to freedom,
And again, and for ever will be,
Over the other gods
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8. |
Unholy Funeral
04:16
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Merciless slaughter
On the altar of darkness
The demons are rattling their swords
The battle started
In the bowels of the earth
(In the bowels of the Tartarus)
Blasphemous warcries, leper sound
Miasma of a damned soul
The graves are opened
The time stopped
The psalms sound
The abyssis reign of blasphemy
The pleasure of sin, last invocation to thy
The bloody revenge boiled
Pain, hate for them
Who will not see the light again
The darkness is ruling
No mercy to the sacrilege dogs
Fire and leper-curse to them
Black mass, unholy invocation
Last confession, ultimate pain
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A sonic journey to the rotten roots of Yggdrasil and the lawless planes of Chaos
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Necheshetrion - voice
Aptrgangr - noise & words
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