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Babalon come to me
Rasa in the air
Break your waves on my shore
Be my witching whore
Little deaths to genocide
Cosmic scale and back again
Flesh bears the marks for weeks to come
Soul maybe forever
Churning of the Cosmic Waters
and bestial rituals
For the glory of our Master
Primordial perversions
Like incubus in extasy,
a spear to pierce thine soul
Brutalized stigmata
forced upon your wrists
Pain for pleasure,
the knifes tip on your back
Light touch turns to carving
the scars will never fade
Churning of the Cosmic Waters
and bestial rituals
For the glory of our Master
Primordial perversions
Chanting in the rhythm of thrusts
Sigils glow on skin
Burning minds fuse together
Live is a sword whose blade is red
Intertwined masses of fles
Pulsing in the night
Phallus maleficarum
Orifice like a hole in God
Drawing down the Moon
to boil the Ocean
Black mass erotic art
Satanic sexual madness
Churning of the Cosmic Waters
and bestial rituals
For the glory of our Master
Primordial perversions
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Horror of the Void
04:54
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Every time I blink my eyes,
I see a glimpse of it
A formless dread monstrosity,
fever dream alive
Whispers when I try to sleep,
bizarre mutterings
Abhorrend thoughts and visions
that I cannot escape
From nothing to nothing,
uncertainty to life
Perverse creation
Horror of the Void
I see the corpses
walking on the streets
Ghosts of memories
forgotten in the darkness
Madness and dementia,
a ghouls delirium
Among them I feel the peace,
and the Beast just laughs at me
From nothing to nothing,
uncertainty to life
Perverse creation
Horror of the Void
Mind rages against itself
something that cannot be
Monolith of sorrow
Carving the heavens
Alien landscapes,
even ground emanates hate
I am ready, come to me
and take me to the Void
From nothing to nothing,
uncertainty to life
Perverse creation
Horror of the Void
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Monument of Failure
03:39
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I am the clenched fist,
the ever-bleeding wound
I am the misery,
the blind old fool
I am a prisoner,
raging chained hound
I am the architect
of my own doom
Don't feel pity for me,
that's reserved only for myself
I tear out my heart
and place it on a pedestal
For everyone to see
as grand monument of failure
I am the sorrow-fiend
malignat spirit high
I am the field of tears
fed with hate
All drained up
too tired to even try
I don't long to change my ways
until it is too late
Don't feel pity for me,
that's reserved only for myself
I tear out my heart
and place it on a pedestal
For everyone to see
as grand monument of failure
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Fractum
04:11
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Forced conception
Malignant gestation
Twisted from birth
Raies in darkness
Dissosiations
Safety nets failing
Violent thoughts
suppresed until...
Fractum mens in corpore sano
A sick mind in a healthy body
Nothing left to feel
Nothing left to
Psychosis sets in
Senses overload
Focusing darkness
Primal urges
In his laid
Waiting for morning
Hoping his demons
Letting him sleep but...
Fractum mens in corpore sano
A sick mind in a healthy body
Nothing left to feel
Nothing left to feel
Broken...
beyond repair
Faces distorting
and voices are speaking
Telling the new truths
of salvation by blood
Altered states of mind
I am ready for the
Devils kenosis
Genesis in flesh
Reborn in anger
Ego death
Night of Pan
As I devour
the hearts of my enemies
I absorb their strength
I am but a vessel
As their faces
warp and twist
I know I am right
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Throes
03:39
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I sing for all my woes,
gloomines, misery and throes
All my bleeding wounds are still aching,
I live for my days of suffering
Backwards frames of death and sin
Dying soul burned from within
Darkness falls for all to see
the shattered mask of sanity
Humane feelings locked in cage
Oath of the undying rage
No rotten forest from the trees
Forgotten ghosts of memories
I sing for all my woes,
gloomines, misery and throes
All my bleeding wounds are still aching,
I live for my days of suffering
Howling abyss, starless skies
Drunken love of lust and lies
Stripped from pride like raped seraph
Feasting in the filth and snuff
Diaries of suicides
Orgies with the Devils brides
Zenith of the sorrowburn
Graveborn hatred lust to yearn
I sing for all my woes,
gloomines, misery and throes
All my bleeding wounds are still aching,
I live for my days of suffering
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In the ancient labyrinth of horror
Cyclopean structures grow too tall
Inhuman architecture overwhelms the mind
Nightmares flood the consciousness
Forever lost in there
Prison without locks is hell
Mind frayed and broken
Pieces too small to put together
I am lost, lost in darkness
Unknown things are watching me
No answers, only feeling of dread
Thousand eyes in the dark
Alive only by iron will
Dead organs slowing down
Dark corners of darkened mind
Everything is lost forever
No exit nor escape
Prison is in the mind
Screaming until blood fills the throat
Only echoes answer
I am lost, lost in darkness
Unknown things are watching me
No answers, only feeling of dread
Thousand eyes in the dark
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Ruins
03:14
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All my dark sorrows,
I load on a black crow
To carry them to deepest wells,
for no one else to see
No happiness, no joy
Spectrum goes from gray to black
Drowning in the pain and woe
I am my own uncreation
Nothing lasts forever,
everything will die
I have buried my loved ones
and seen my cities burn
Agony of existence
Passion for grief
When blade glows iridescent
Everything has meaning
Sanguine clairvoyant
Arteries shine through
Destroy everything
and weep upon the ruins
Nothing lasts forever,
everything will die
I have buried my loved ones
and seen my cities burn
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Mistlands
03:31
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In the desolate wastes
Fields covered with ever-mist
I walk among the spirits of old
upon their crumbling corpses
Better to be alone
than my own knife on my throat
And the dust lingers around my legs,
air heavy on my shoulders
Masses of clouds hang low,
heaven drags on the ground
Time itself ceases to exist
in the gray nothingness
Ages ago I lowered my shield
and let my sword fall to the ground
Will to live is like there never was one
Mistlands is now all that is
Gray hollowness
Bleak and desolate
I am nothing anymore
in the cursed Mistlands
I am like this world
empty, cold and lonely
There is no more hate
as joy was forgotten
No point in denying feelings
as they don't exist anymore
I am this, I am not
Mistlands is now all that is
Gray hollowness
Bleak and desolate
I am nothing anymore
in the cursed Mistlands
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9. |
The Cats
03:58
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Babels of blocks to the high heaven tow'ring
Flames of futility swirling below;
Poisonous fungi in bring and stone flow'ring
Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow
Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers,
Cobwebs of cable my nameless things spun;
Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers
Streams of live foetor, that rots in the sun
Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal,
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon
Screaming the future with mouthing infernal,
Yelling the burden of Pluto's red rune
Colour and splendor, disease and decaying,
Shrieking and ringing and scrambling insane,
Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying,
Jubmles of odour that stiffle the brain
Tall tow'rs and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling,
Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumbered streets;
Bleak broken bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling,
Joins with no voice as the thick tide retreats
Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal,
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon
Screaming the future with mouthing infernal,
Yelling the burden of Pluto's red rune
Belfries that bleakly against the moon totter,
Caverns whose mouths are by masses effac'd.
And living to answer the mind and the water,
Only the lean cats that howl in the waste!
Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal,
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon
Screaming the future with mouthing infernal,
Yelling the burden of Pluto's red rune
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10. |
Kouta
11:22
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Kouta, grim man
Greatest wizard of the North
Green vipers were his gaze
His mouth spew blackest bats
From underfoot soared wolverines
Stoats ran on his arms
Raven resting on the head
and vultures on the shoulders
Veri verta vahvistavi,
Rauta raudan rohkaisevi,
Kylmä kylmän karkaisevi
On tuima Tuonen kulku,
elo kuoloa kovempi
Kouta, dreary
witch-master of Lapland
With all knowledge of mankind
and all wisdom of gods
Still he could not change his past
or bind the Blue Fire
On his quest for Greatest Power,
to Ascend, to Xeper
Veri verta vahvistavi,
Rauta raudan rohkaisevi,
Kylmä kylmän karkaisevi
On tuima Tuonen kulku,
elo kuoloa kovempi
He traveled the uncharted roads,
distances unfathomable
Through deadly blizzards and frozen lakes
His Black Flame burning bright
He had given up his blood,
struck a deal with Satan
And he killed off all his joys and laid curse upon his mother
Might of the thrice-locked Kouta
emanated far and wide
Awakened Väki of the Ground,
the Ur-Master of Mantu
He saw Kouta, boasted his might,
finding him hes equal
He knew Koutas destination
and mockingly told him
"How can you wish to become
all-knowing, but yet you are
not willing to give up your life?"
Kouta, gaunt man
Walked towards the dreaded gorge
Stars were scared and fell from Heavens
The dead trembled in their graves
Fear came to the House of Gods
Underworld froze in despair
Only one who was waiting
was the angry Ajatar
Veri verta vahvistavi,
Rauta raudan rohkaisevi,
Kylmä kylmän karkaisevi
On tuima Tuonen kulku,
elo kuoloa kovempi
From night of Death
roared gravely voice
From darkest forest
spoke Ajatar
"Only the living
have dreams of future
and the dead only
curse their past"
To ravine of Rutimo
walked Kouta
The stairds of Death
he climbed
Without hurry,
with steady pace
Pure agony was road to Hell
Yet life was more painful than Death
Elon huoli huomisesta
Mana mennyttä manaapi
On tuima Tuonen kulku,
elo kuoloa kovempi
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