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Gatekeeper: Iconoclasm
07:18
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I have been waiting for many years
For a gate like this one to open
I welcomed the abyss into myself
I crept silently like frantic hunger
It was there I escalated in the colors of night
I saw the stars clearer than daylight
The suffrage behind the glass
Shemhamforash, it is done!
The most incredible malcontent I could gather
Was found beneath the shade of the world
My most focused distaste was now far more palpable
There I was, ripping apart my calluses
Old blood running over new flesh
The nightmares that live within the withering tree
continue to exist where dead leaves fall eternally
I have long endured my practice
Legendary ironwork
Forged from fire and hatred
I am the blacksmith of your frustration
Many generations strength
I now embrace this curse
Nothing can befall the northern truth
In everything is darkness
and so it shall be called clarity
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Christ Never Rose
04:24
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Tyrant of the pigs
He who fucked his own mother
A crown made from twigs
Told by god to kill his own brother
Poisoning the masses with lies
Poisoning the masses with lies
I see Satan more clearly
Since I was shown the meaning of life
Constructed blood oath black wizardry
Murder the sleeping babe in the stye
I have no need for the implicit artifice
Flames catch as I graze through your fields
Existitential Ravaging madness
Feel the frost in the wind as I block the sun
Christ never rose
Just a figment of your imagination
Holocaust of Shakespearean Prose
Fuck your cultural appropritation
Canvas portrait drawn from humiliation
Outpouring of the guilt dividend
Wretched flesh and fractured bones
How could you believe you were ever forgiven?
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Living By Torch
07:37
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I have seen all the colors In the last dying light
I've adapted to a comfort found only in night
The darkness abundant, unleashing a spell
The ringing in my ears is far too difficult to quell
Lucifer awaits in a chair on his porch
The apotheosis of those living by torch
Surrounded by only the sounds of my steps
The way this cave echoes sounds like it has wept
For thousands of years and hidden out of sight
A pathway to sacrosanct Satanic might
"The mud may be cool but the soil reaches deeper
Harvest your grain" so speaks the Reaper
"The pain within patience brings forth your frustration,
this stillness is far different than stagnation!"
Claw at the dirt , the rock and the grime
Lull yourself with an indicative rhyme
A tale of woe, of a tyrant called reason
The soliloquy of solitary decadence and treason
And so while Satan laughs and offers up some tea
You think "that terrible smile has nothing to do with me?"
And when the mirror never lies and your innards begin to scorch
You then realize what it truly means to be living by torch
There is nothing more clear yet hurtful and strange
When everyone one around you suddenly seems far more stupid and deranged
Their eyes they squabble at your desperate attempts
To collect all the pieces of you that you still have left
Living By Torch
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The Tormentor
05:25
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The desire to conform has left many with strife
Cacophony dilemma, dark reflections of life
I journey for the tormentor, who can cause most pain
My obsession with brutality emotional healing in vain
I have found the tormentor in the grave of diversity
He speaks wisely of black magic and blood pride mercilessly
Take me to my Coffin
Bury me alive
Suffer starvation
Alone I will die
Branches break underfoot
the great hunter is made
Though only few lie and wait
The ignorant evade
Color means nothing it is the way of the wild
I've been shedding the skin of acceptance since I was just a child
I have found the tormentor in the face of adversity
The mirror scratched and bruised
Nothing could shine as bright or as violently as the morningstar
Take me to my Coffin
Bury me in mud
As I become one with the earth
You shall feast on your own blood
I can hear his voice, a whisper divine
It takes no form but twisted shadows
Playing tricks on my mind
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Stormskyer av Hevn
04:22
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Rop til ravnguden
herren av min bevissthet
Kalkulert avvik
underkastet den iskalde sorg
Hedenskap og nidingsverk
danser i avgrunnen
Skyldbetynget fiendenskap
bli opphøyd i den mørkeste avgrunn
Påkaller stridsdyret
Jeg vil slukke din livsgnist
Ved solefall vi skal feste
på din morgens bortgang
Forhekset av frost og snø
En horisont uten varme
Nådeløse dødskramper
skal følge ditt nederlag
Du vet ei om mine øynes ild
Mitt blod skriker mitt navn
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Aeons Ablaze!
06:20
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Oh great despair,
why do you touch me so
The honesty of existence,
lamen powers bestow
I have seen the future
What has become of us?
An infected wound we cannot suture
Buried by time and dust
Vines and thorns tear
Like a claw in my brain
Time to thin out the heard
I will show you the meaning of pain
You live in a prison of lies
Faith without reason
When sinning becomes too comfortable
You blame it on the season
A construct of amicable distress
Created by a reason to confess
An ideal of purity
Void of rational maturity
Entities of Hell & Heart
Aeons Ablaze!
*The 13th Enochian Key*
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Woeful Malignance
05:57
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There is something evil in all of us
Something twisted and surreal
You believe that what it is should be more obvious
Based on the way you fucking feel
My silence does not fit into a body
It does not take on a holy name
It is defined by pessimism and longing
And to obstruct what is commonly sane
The silence calls you deeper into the void
A burning lust to cause stress
A pragmatic volume of decrepit phases
The quality of life yet I digress
The tyrant shade behind your eyes
Takes matters into its own hands
A Woeful Malignance exists eternally
Clash of morality and demonic demands
Choose to deny it's presence
And lose all your power
As your conscious mind begins to decay
You blame it on another
In Nomine dei nostri sathanas luciferi excelsi
The supernatural is a myth
And is nothing natural about society
For what was super is now buried
Forgotten and wasted, mocking sobriety
You feel a presence outside of the self
Is it a manifestation of your fears?
In your darkest corner, where Earth's secrets dwell
Who will be standing there?
SATAN
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Echo Of Evil
05:07
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I am fighting for the spirit
I am fighting for truth
I am craving that evil feeling I found in my youth!
Immortality is a mindset
Cross your heart and hope for death
Smile you peon and take your last breath
I like it when you slither past
A sack of broken bones and warm muscles
Desperate for a touch of normalcy
Screams of horror at each re-break
Pain is the motivator
This is only an Echo Of Evil
FUCK OFF!
If only feeling was plausible and tangible
The snakes we swallow could go down easier
Do they choose their own path or are we forcing them?
My intestines writhe with joy to feel life beneath the second skin... Or maybe it's the third
I am drunk in the pool of eternal sin
Immune to venom
I Taste a bitter hearts regurgitation
Your meat is tough to chew
Cannibalistic predication
Pain is the motivator
And this is only an Echo Of Evil
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The Goblin Reaper
08:52
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Cut into this world with poisoned blood
A sickness inside spreading like wildfire
It takes over with a hunger for destruction
A child's mind develops demon sight
The call to the dark rang clear
And electrified my livelihood
Shapes of inverted pentagrams flash
every time I close my eyes
Mysticism was at first a deviant mystery
I longed for the power of the horns
A sensual majesty beastified
The night was calm and silent yet thirsty
The moon gazed upon terrestrial fields
The wind blew differently that day
The door to hell opened just there
Naked she lay upon the altar and before her I wretched
Pain indistinguishable with plasma flow
One candle of white one candle of black
Hate overcome me, no turning back now
Within a moment I came and came to
The flickering candlelight drew my attention to the shadows on the western wall
The shapes danced into demonic form
The corpse motionless scabbard upon the floorboards
The air was thicker than the blood on my hands
As if sun light invaded the dark hall
Satan spoke "Put on the mask"
It was there I first had sight
It was there I peeled out my eyes
It was there I took my last breath
It was there I was human, no more
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