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Devil's Dozen (XIII)
04:44
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You good lord above - these gnostic words I say to thee, if I somehow might be wrong
You're a failure as sure as i fail to be thy depiction
As if there actually would be something hearing all words,
I ramble these words though I know it will not pay off anyhow, just like prayers are the misleads greatest curse
By the Devil's dozen - existence must be cursed
By the Devil's dozen - I hope evolution goes reversed
I know that I to some extent can see what's above Daath but it
repulses me, and I doubt that I know at all what's the point of
it all as Kether wishes to hide behind that which shines the light of illumination
Illumination...
When I in questions in drunken haze blur,
and I fail to understand thine magick, O sir
I know that if there would be a devil as believed -
I surely would sell my soul without regret
But unfortunately every lie must die as I awake the true I
So you of good, and you of evil -
You're but the symbols of how we fail
That there would be any kind of god must be the greatest ever told lie...
For the only god am I
By the Devil's dozen - existence must be cursed
By the Devil's dozen - I hope evolution goes reversed
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The Well of the Artist
06:50
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I paint in black and white
A face appears as my creation on canvas
Structured lines expressing the very foundations of chaos
These lines are but words
Words I read from upon each wall, each scene I behold
I swallow the pictures of the surroundings
and set them in the womb of my mind
The plant grows in my garden obscure
From the poisoned ground a flower then rises
Black and dead it still grows further more and more
And I adore it's beauty, grace, it's lonely pride
As I summon it's essence to manifest for me,
powers of creations are running through me
In trance it's nature comes undressed to me
I then gently dress it in colours, and give it name by words,
give it soul by tunes...
Soul by tunes!
For even the flower that springs from upon the grave
holds a mirror of life itself
Yes, even youth and thirsting striving for what's above
But to the grave it's bound forever
My soul must bleed to create
As Osiris - I die to be resurrected
The pain is the words
The tears the real fluid on my brush
I am the crying dying one
I am the magician
For I am the artist
And as the world devours me
I am resurrected in another one
Created from the devastation of myself
Devastation of myself!
I hear the voices haunt across the spaces
They grant me the speech of my world - our world
And though they cut me deep, very deep
I search them for more as soon as they're gone
They hurt so badly, still its of them I consist
There is no real joy in this, purely a need for deed
My soul must bleed to create
As Osiris - I die to be resurrected
The pain is the words
The tears the real fluid on my brush
I swallow the pictures of the surroundings
and set them in the womb of my mind
The plant grows in my garden obscure
I travel by the tears, falling down
Into a perfect satisfaction in the soil of the graveyard
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4 Moons Till Rising
04:27
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The soil dissolve, the sky is bleeding
Words remain, but frozen unspeakable
Lying unable to move
Even my tears fail to come
Not am I wake
Nor sleeping, but nearly dead
Though I sense light before me
I can not see it with my eyes
As if through darkened glass I saw
Staring at a scene of never changing meaning
Four moons till rising again
An etenity it seems
Tomorrow - Will it ever be?
Back and forth I dream as here lie as buried
The eight-angled star - shine for me
Light my path and make me feel again
Drag me throughout the Absu
And place me if I still must here again
Lying unable to move
Even my tears fail to come
Not am I wake
Nor sleeping, but nearly dead
The black shade in the mirror before me
it makes me wonder in a vortex of thoughts
So void it appears as I touch my soul
it's darker now, still as in bloom in a spring of dying
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4. |
The Spawn of the Shadows
04:27
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The ancient blood runs in my veins,
and magick sleeps in my heart
For I am the god of the five spirits,
and I am of the blood of Kingu
I am the ruler of the serpent Kel
I am the lord of AWKACRP - the two-faced
I am the son set by the seed of Astaroth
I am the spawn from the womb of Hecate
I rule by Taphthartharath in cosmos,
and I explore it to feed this new mind in me I open it's eyes to watch and learn,
as I wander the eternal night of Kliffoth
The ancient blood runs in my veins,
and magick sleeps in my heart
For I am the god of the five spirits,
and I am of the blood of Kingu
Treasures of Dis I win
The love of Ishtar of Venus is mine
The light of Uddu lets me see
The Flesh of Tiamat reveils it's secrets for me
Tiriel of Nebo I am, for I am Zeez - the traveller of Bemm
For I am Nema-Tous, I am them all
I am the first eye of the lord Phosphorus
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5. |
Lady Lust Lilith
05:51
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Soft skin - on this beautiful vicious lady
Must in - 'cause she keeps calling me till crazy
Lady Lust Lilith
Lady of Luna
O, she's the dark side of the moon,
the mother of demonic spawn
This night I await her coming soon,
Oh, how shall I see another dawn
For her my serpens uncoil
Like hell her inside boils
O, you great lday of the blackened treasurous soil let your demon-daughters desires joy
So come, enter my dream and I'll enter yours -
you'll be my succubus and I'll be your incubus
Lady Lust Lilith
Lady of Luna
The aversity of Yesod, will you come and show me,
and let me see the dreaming Diana?
So come woman, be as much of a goddess that you can,
then I'll be the fire between your thighs...
For her my serpens uncoil
Like hell her inside boils
MARAG AMA LILITH
RIMOG SAMALO NAAMAH
Lady Lust Lilith
Lady of Luna
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In a season of dead lust
In a season of agony
Pain springs out for an aeon to rule
The banes of our newfound gods have arrived
As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows
The world is in shadows swept,
and only Baphomet can still erect
His seed falls cold,
for the world is now far too old
Yes, our towers must fall,
and with them we all
These concentrationcamps are silent unto ears
In neonlights they hide unseen
We know not the name of he who has come
But his day is the night, and darkness his light
As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the belows
The world is in shadows swept,
and only Baphomet can still erect
His seed falls cold,
for the world is now far too old
Yes, our towers must fall,
and with them we all
In the corner darkness moves for me
The scourge that will alter eternity into days
The suicide-culture below wants my pain
Only to them something will remain
As the Necropolis grows, they approach from the below
The lover of Tiamat is not dead,
in secret striving for new ways of killing himself
And by the Ancients curse our blood will soon do Kingus deed
We'll never reach too high
The world is in shadows swept,
and only Baphomet can still erect
His seed falls cold,
for the world is now far too old
Yes, our towers must fall,
and with them we all
In a collection of absolute nothingness is where to set a new breed,
unknowing of that we still bleed
Dead but dreaming we wait for pains aeon again...
In their veins...
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7. |
Behind What's I
05:03
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O, they are always there
Waiting, knowing they'll become O, for as long as I'm here
I can not escape - I don't even try to
Staring at me from inside
and smiling with me at the gaze around
As they are the hell of my soul
they also give me will of strife for any kind of goal
They are the whores of my mind, mirrorshades,
reflections of the dark of Assiah
Filthy, yet tempting - I must summon them again
so that they can spawn the daemons that I seek
O, they are always there
Waiting, knowing they'll become O, for as long as I'm here
I can not escape - I don't even try to
Taste the fear, numb in anguish
Go high with the nightmare, so close to die
With eleven broken bowls I fill up the well,
as I invite the succubus to feed upon my soul
For a moment I'm drained -
a kliffothic shell,
I've payed visit to hell
Like Ishtar in the realm of Ereshkigal
I will rise out of death as the sun of tomorrow
Taste the fear, numb in anguish
Go high with the nightmare, so close to die
I am the god of my work,
the work that depicts its maker
In the anguish of creating
I learn to know every face of Ge-hinnom
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Imagine to see it all burn down
Picture a worlds downfall
And how the weaklings would cry and beg
As war shatters the fragile safety of civilization
Civilization
They're sheep to be slain
They're sheep...
The emanations of destruction unfolded
The wrath of Apophis the bane over it all
The worthless people to be butchered
No tears for the lives of them running short
They're nothing but sheep to be slain
They're nothing but sheep
The emanations of destruction unfolded
The wrath of Apophis the bane over it all
The worthless people to be butchered
No tears for the lives of them running short
They're sheep to be slain
They're sheep...
Hate breeds the magick strong
As the visionless flocks are unknowing
There's no place left for these lives no more Only the herds there shall be
They're nothing but sheep to be slain
They're nothing but sheep
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9. |
A Vision of an Ending
05:29
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I haven't gone far, still i know it's all too far
My salvation is lost, rejected somewhere back there
For a moment I stop to look back
All I see is the paths I could have chosen
In yesterday my history is written
And in yesterday the history ends
I've passed all choices and possibilities so quick
For here on the way heads down to hell
To hell!
This for sure is the path of Kliffoth
This is where all hope was reaped
This is where illusions and dreams died
This is where the mirrors all cracked
It claimed my soul a long time ago
And soon it will take my life too, something tells
A nightmare filled with pain is all that remain
A shadow in me now reign, driving me insane
Before I close my eyes to never see again
A question awakes in me, demanding an answer;
May this be nothing but yet another dream?
May this be nothing but yet another dream?!
This for sure is the path of Kliffoth
This is where all hope was reaped
This is where illusions and dreams died
This is where the mirrors all cracked
I awake, but it gives me no answer
Still I do not know whether I'm dead or alive
... Dead or alive?!
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10. |
Greeting Immortality
04:01
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Beneath the ground
Where I sleep among immortals
Patiently I rest
Waiting for another day to rise
I gather strength
To complete my desires
And search in darkness for purity
For a savior to release me
As I look back at my former livings
Sadness reflects within me
Wounds deep inside my soul
Wounds that never will heal
Tears are falling in despair
And the blood in my veins are frozen
As I realize
That I never will be forgiven
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White Ink is the long awaited new release from Satariel, seeing the band take a turn towards darker and more sinister domains than on their last few albums. Chapter One contains three new songs combining aggression, melody and power in a flawless and crushing production. ... more
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