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06:47
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Our Fading Horizons
20:03
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| I: OUT OF THE CRYPT |
This grave of the sovereign corpse
no return from the morgue of godhood
Enslavement by the Earth
but we continue to climb to those ancient skies
Each time you step out of suffering
every time you are suffering
each time you would lie about it
you seal your sight
And in this morgue of manhood we
breathe only the ocean of
what we cannot be
Will we walk between
crest of Earth and heights unseen?
| II: HEIGHTS UNSEEN, UNREACHED |
| III: THE MARSH |
I carried you to the edge of the marsh
Where you drained into the reeds
To become a frog
That your spirit is indebted to
And when you were a boy
They took your second sight in ritual
They tore it right between your eyes
And you did not fight
For they told you
It would crush you
Your glorious Satan
Your penance is untaken
The forest looms from behind
Your indifference is fine
Your balance damaged
by your tiphereth
your atrophy is contained to our stained glass
Scrambling, you dug and you found nothing more
| IV: THE HORIZON |
I landed on foreign shores
having nothing to paddle towards
there is no one, nowhere behind me
only the light of a nameless divinity
"Spare me," I cry. "Lift me on high.
Take me home, Lord, take me home."
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En As I Dype Skogen
04:53
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En grind stod apen, en rytter viste seg
En kald take hadde lagt seg
over marken
Ni svarte hester, og ni armerte menn
Et øye stirret olmt ned fra et flagg
Stillhet senket seg, da følget stoppet opp
De stoppet i en sirkel rundt en sten
Stille red de mot den, og forsvant da de kom fram
For steiner var en tanke fylt av kraft
Stjerner pa en himmel, som aldri faller ned
Lysglimt i en natt som varer evig
Tusen kalde vintre, med kun kulde og forakt
Det finnes ingen sommer uten vinter
I en gammel skog hvorhen troll og tusser vandret
Var en stein som rørte seg og ble til liv
Ni armerte men, pa ni gra stolte hester
Bar en fane hvorpa øyet viste seg
Ihver en natt er et nytt morke
Ihver en vinter fryser jeg
Men dog aldri skal jeg grate
For stolt red jeg jo dengang
Ut av den dype skogen
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4. |
Shedding Disease
05:29
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Disease molten your pelt remains rotten
I'm silent
The caldera is silent
A bare staid eye
Toward reckless heights
The paradigm
The sun is felled a rotating abasement
Dungeon of the cross
Sky swells for eonian cleansing
Dīs Pater ready to open
It's done
Shedding disease
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5. |
Decades Unlived
09:49
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Unlive these years accumulate
Pores clogged with refuse and smog
Useless prayers spent on justifying submission to
Slothful tyranny
Limbs degraded and withered
For the body is but a vessel for the mind
Base incantations
Pray for salvation
Justifying submission to
Godless arrogance
Feeding your cancer
For the body is but a vessel for the mind
Base incantations from your vulgar material being
Pray for salvation from your vulgar material being
Choose the cruelty of asceticism
and see divine peace
of a land untaken
Choose the beauty of self-inflicted virtue
and be the last of
those who hold the flame
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A Prayer Adrift
07:05
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(Somewhere between the Earth and Polaris)
Fæder ure þu þe eart on heofonum,
Si þin nama gehalgod.
Tobecume þin rice,
gewurþe þin willa, on eorðan swa swa on heofonum.
Ure gedæghwamlican hlaf syle us to dæg,
and forgyf us ure gyltas, swa swa we forgyfað urum gyltendum.
And ne gelæd þu us on costnunge, ac alys us of yfele.
Soþlice.
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The End of History
18:32
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(Alight)
Stand strong, the final stone door
It guards
Prismar heilagt
You can't be that, you deserve this
It's over, there is no return
You're the finest powdered waste
प्रशान्तात्मा विगतभीर्ब्रह्मचारिव्रते स्थित
मन: संयम्य मच्चित्तो युक्त आसीत मत्पर
σταυρωθέντα τε ὑπὲρ ἡμῶν ἐπὶ Ποντίου Πιλάτου, καὶ παθόντα καὶ ταφέντα, καὶ ἀναστάντα τῇ τρίτῃ ἡμέρᾳ κατὰ τὰς γραφάς, καὶ ἀνελθόντα εἰς τοὺς οὐρανούς, καὶ καθεζόμενον ἐκ δεξιῶν τοῦ Πατρός
Young man's silence
Rites untaken
Torment before the threshold
We're men of false initiation, fell for the parasitic lie
Your penance is this hollow life
Sedent
Faineant
Αἰνείας, forgot by the minds of weakened arid contemptuous beings who were yet born dead
They cannot speak the name of
Might
We haven't any contact with the specters lining our sight
You're stopped short of being alive and you can't tell it's happening
Even as this starless sky presses down its hatred
You lie in its putrid haze demanding more
Cosmic indifference breathing you in
Like smoke into the nostril of
महाकाल
Astral funeral, casting an aurora of golden woven piety through the purgatory of sky and moon
Destroy
Depart
All of this
माया
Father cradle this lifeless world 'til the drought has wrung it dry
Of corporeal impurity
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