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Clavicula Salomonis
07:18
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My will is done.
Here I abjure ye, you still ones!
Thus hear me wide, you who sleep in these tombs
A pound for your souls
A cold sludgy void swallowed your souls
And like lava
Sounds surge into words…
This poor sepulchre
Osseous cenotaphs forbidden to tell the names of their dead!
Breathe again! And breathe again!
a whisper of sorrow in garments of joy
And thus the white path we are walking in, skirted by dead flowers, a burial recess
Lead us to the gravestone!
It leads us to the gravestone!
How many of you live crawling on bleeding knees?
Digging the soil to welcome the devourer worms,
Swapping the sky and the stars with that incessant choir of
“I am, I know, I have!”
No! Wrapped in a cemeterial breeze and with scars open wide
I embrace death and pain with a serene grin
And like a clock marching backwards
My life’ll spawn higher life as the years multiply!
Nomen sanctum tuam quod est: Hye, asser, ephe!
In nomine Delicti et Spiritui Sancto: Hye, asser, ephe!
Dei Luna et Saturnus, Yha! Clavicula Salomonis
Mortem, Saturnus, Clavicula Salomonis
Can you sense that sound?
Of ghosts, banshees and unnamed streams
The wisdom of chaos: the womb and the grave
And who’s the dead now
He who dwells among phantoms
Or the king of mortal emptiness!
For I am made of untamed Fire,
Everburining, high, bright, high!
Do Sin!
And believe
Do Sin!
And believe
Cathedral walls born on fleshy columns
Hide an altar of ghouls on the stairs through the void!
Open, now open!
These coffins of parchments and dusty remains
Here I proclaim myself Shaman of the Chaim!
Seer and Dreamer and Warlock and Witch!
And Life in Death and Death in Life!
V.I.T.R.I.O.L.
Visita Interiora Terrae
V.I.T.R.I.O.L.
Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem
Et scientiam pentacula sine caudarias
Majestatem suppliciter depræcor
Corporis et Animæ salute Salomoni
Nox perpetua revelasti
Et imploro misericordiam tuam
Qui Abraham Primum in fidelem servum elegisti
Cum semen sicut cæli multiplicasti…
Nomen sanctum tuam quod est: Hye, asser, ephe!
In nomine Delicti et Spiritui Sancto: Hye, asser, ephe!
Dei Luna et Saturnus, Yha! Clavicula Salomonis
Mortem, Saturnus, Clavicula Salomonis
Dei Luna, Saturnus, Mortem et Scorpionem!
Mortem! Mortem! Mortem! Mortem!
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Of The Defunct
08:44
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Here, I can still feel this dreary pain
Here, a malady serum fills every vein
Sad birthgiver of endings
That petrified body with 16 bleeding mouths
Is it still me?
Is it still me?
All senses pierced by anguish and woe
From the inside, from the outside
From grieving shades crying at me
“Where have you gone?”
“Where are you now?”
In the warm fumes spread by my own dead mutilated flesh
It is there that I am now!
In that moment in time, when my soul was torn apart
It is there that I am now!
Death! Here sorrow has eyes and wings
And it brings more pain and death!
Death! Here time is rotten and still
Here’s just reiteration and death!
And here… here there’s no flame to cast a shadow of me
Now, in this maze of poignant perdition, that shadow is me
And with every step it takes, in anger and fear abhorrent
It leads you to the funeral, to the grave, to the interment
To the interment!
To the interment!
To the interment!
Burn the past to ashes, bury the past with scorn
Where trees have taken vows of silence
And leaves are stillborn
Under that misty, humid cemetery soil
In velvet and in ebony, in silent caducity
Lead the grand hearse, carve an earthly womb
To entomb this aberration
Crippled and refused
Within deep layers of nightly profane dirt
A secret is withheld, in darkness it’s withheld!
Death! Here sorrow has eyes and wings
And it brings more fear and death!
Death! Here’s just reiteration and death…
And here, blades and worms still opening wounds
fattening the conquering beast
Do you think that I am made for resting in peace?
This place... this place is terrible.
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Fire, thou art the Key
Your Flames I am and my veins you are
And Pain, thou wast the Gate
The first step down leading through narrow clefts
Profound, descent;
From sheer drops to ravines unknown
A torchlit passage to the regions of the Soul
Walked with hunger and Pride
Revived Mountain, with coldness at my side
Revived Drape of the Night, with obscurity and stars inside
Revived Subversive Nazarene
Extracting nails from scarred flesh divine
Hammering them deep down
Right to your hearts, mothers of mankind
Emptiness and vacuity
And treason and lie
These are the names in which you hide
This is the vacuum you carry with pride
Your privileges are broken in here
A precipice towards abyssal caves
Baptized in whirling streams of ever-flowing strength
Waters and vapors to guide me through
My path is self-chosen
My hurt is self-chosen
My curse is self- chosen
Witchcraft Sun, rain on me!
Embalming crimson mist with seething shades as wings
Pillars and dead eyes from far beyond
My loss is self-chosen
My grief is self-chosen
My soar is self-chosen
Witchcraft Sun, rain on me!
Cold scarring Sun, shine on!
For I roamed the barren lands of the Elsewhere in eons unknown to men
And from its dense darkness I brought back everlasting Flames
With the power to enlighten you
Or to incinerate you.
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Il Velo Delle Ombre
04:47
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Stille di carni oscurano i cieli
Ricami nel buio tra nebbie accecanti
E tombe d’incanti, di vermi e miasmi
Piangon a gran voce il mantra del Vuoto:
“Che voi, cogliete preghiere soltanto per cumuli decrepiti”
E allora Saturno divora i tuoi figli
D’un grembo lunare malfermo e tremante
Tra stracci di fango e lembi d’orrore
Portando alla Luce di il Drappo Silente
I will shine again and I’ll make you all pay!
I will shine again, to make you all pay!
Deum eum patrem cantate,
Deorum deum supplicate.
Cum tonas, Luceri!
Prae te tremunt quot ibi te di
Audierunt tonare
Peccatimi meum coram me est semper
Peccatimi meum coram me est semper
Peccatimi meum coram me est semper
I will shine again and I’ll make you all pay!
I will shine again, to make you all pay!
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Ashes through ashes, scattering dust of red agonies ashen
My wounds are opened now! My gates are opened now!
From towers ablaze I erect and exalt my black throne, there above you all
Broken and broken! Your knowledge is broken, your hidings are broken!
Your treasures, your abundance are now mutated into frozen lava and plague!
Which whisper my names:
Comet Fire! Comet Doom!
Comet Fire! Comet Doom!
Whisper my names:
Comet Fire! Comet Doom!
Comet Fire! Comet Doom!
Your treasures, your abundance are now mutated into frozen lava and plague!
My limbs are the branches of nature itself
with a touch of perdition, bathed in sorrow
Here I became Death, and Death is the seed from which I grow…
HYSHEA M’SHEE-HU REKDA'DN
KAA DAHUA-JI ROO-KHAA LI-SHERVA
SHIMMETH, O’RORAB-TAHAN!
SHIMMETH, HO D’KHIL-HAN!
My witching essence embodies the Funeral March for all your empty lives!
Shaman chant for the Sun!
Shaman chant for the Dark!
Shaman chant for the Sun!
Shaman chant for the Dark!
Further on, further on, above and beneath, through the storm, further on!
My gates are opened now! My wounds are opened now!
Here I return to dig up from the clay all the nails, all the teeth, all the bones buried down
All in one, one in all, as dawn clinches dusk: all in one, one in all
HYSHEA M’SHEE-HU REKDA'DN
KAA DAHUA-JI LI-SHERVA ROO-KHAA
Near these cenotaphs austere and deformed
Named as mourning and pain
Whisper my names…
Comet Doom! Comet Fire!
Comet Doom! Comet Fire!
Here I call to thee!
Here I bathe in thee!
As I traverse this spectral vale
Bounded by night-spells
An enshrouding mist
Engulfed by the wind
By the wind of the seas
A glimpse of purity
Like roots to branches
And by 7 steps of Winter
I am whole again
Comet Doom! Comet Fire!
Comet Doom! Comet Fire!
There in your mortal world I cannot be reached
For I dwell among the undead
For I dwell among the ghosts of dreams
Closer than usual to the heart of Creation
And yet so far away…
Every drop of blood and every forlorn tear
Returns to my very essence
Through the beads of this crimson fog
Surrounding me, inhaling me!
Surrounding me, inhaling me!
HYSHEA M’SHEE-HU REKDA'DN
KAA DAHUA-JI LI-SHERVA ROO-KHAA
SHIMMETH, O’RORAB-TAHAN!
SHIMMETH, HO D’KHIL-TAHAN!
My witching essence embodies the Funeral March for all your empty lives!
Shaman rise with the Sun!
Shaman rise with the Dark!
Shaman chant for the Sun!
Shaman chant for the Dark!
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Saturn, lavish all your pain upon me
For I am ready to bear it!
Thy progeny’s weak, empty and torn
And I’m a Black Moon, devourer of all.
Gather a funerary crown of nails and locusts
For the still carrion of humankind
So Wormwood, fall once again
Like a torch upon the earth!
While blessed by the shadows, by a wisdom of old
I slip through your blood to spit my cancer in you!
Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn
All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun!
All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun!
Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn
In Fire, by Air, in Water, by Earth
And thus I speak to you, insects:
As you have always obeyed not only in my presence
But so much more in my absence:
Work out your own salvation now, with fear and trembling!
For being yourselves so empty,
I just spoke empty answers to your empty prayers...
And for whatever prayer may come from you,
I will answer according to the Emptiness of man:
May my claws be the deepest knives in your chests!
Bewitching this vacuity
I reject you, I reject you!
With Fire, by Air, with Water, by Earth
Swallowed is the light and upset is the worm
The moon rises black and Saturn it lies reversed
And through infinity I witness
These long dreamed, forbidden caves
The Citadel of the Underworld
With its creepy green lights
Exhalations from the path of the defunct
My blood burns and flickers
Morningstar, there is a reason for the fog that embraces me
Bright Morningstar, there’s always a reason for the silence that’s upon me!
My eyes… my eyes are an Abyss and my tongue is a Sword
Through which everything was meant and felt: Forgive me not!
Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn
All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun!
All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun!
Inside out. Inside out.
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7. |
Congressus Cum Dæmone
06:38
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I swear that my grudge will never cease to haunt you
Deep in that palace of filth and larvae where now you dwell,
And there, right on your burial cursed ground
I’ll erect my cathedrals, with pillars of nightshade, of fire and mist!
Ahash, nakh, ahash, nakh
Out, livid headless lustmord, out!
Hidden in these rotten shrouds
Ahash, nakh, ahash, nakh
Hidden in these rotten shrouds
Out, treacherous radiance, out, out!
You are not allowed to roam this halls:
Your presence is forbidden here, leave!
Your claws have withered here.
As a dreadful tremor shake this walls, things cease to move (leave!)
And all seems quiet in the dark, ‘til your breath appears.
There is a storm of words carved deep on my very flesh
A deafening silence spoken in letters, five stones of doom
And a burden descended like a perennial dusk:
Sometimes tragedy is engraved right there on the inside
Since birth, tragedy is engraved right here on the inside
Look at the suffocating dirt,
what scars you more?
your halo of worms
or my bleak crown of thorns?
Who is the dead now!
Who is the dead now!
Who is the dead now!
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