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Stary Throne of It
03:35
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It’s back on the stary throne of chaos.
It’s back for the hunting mankind.
It’s back to arrange a new bloodbath.
Incarnated in hate and wrath.
We walk the path of the primordial Serpent. Watch it’s formations through the years. Bringing terror upon the fates of the weak. Lamps to the slaughter.
The cry of men before the end.
We provoke the race of the fallen.
We have kept the best for our end.
You feel sorry for your life.
The lives you never enjoyed but always
wept for.
It feels no sorry for the corpses.
It smells your filthy burning flesh.
It’s back to hunt you oh mankind.
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Is Venit Ex Abyssus
03:34
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I cut my flesh in pieces. I scattered my consciousness. I blew my mind, my essence. I will die later... Somewhere,
somehow.
Until then I am the reason
to butcher, to judge, to cut the throne
I will never get to know you. I don’t need that permission. I just devour,
it is fantastic.
Untouchable levels of pleasure.
The stars! I’m going to cry - I’m free!
Dressed in blood.
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Undisputed, endless, abominable powers.
Glorious emperors of the deepest black kingdoms.
Consisted of chaos, creative powers of anti-matter.
Sealers of fates, times and spaces.
Black Holes, Death Planets.
Without beginning, no meaning, no reason for life.
No feeling of death, it is loss and birth at once.
Devour of stars give birth to color black.
Spit out your life - your soul human.
Conceited king of silly pride and micro cosmos.
A grain of dust in my boundless kingdoms.
Behold! Before your eyes my inrivaled strength
of deconstruction.
Finally! Your time has come, you’ll turn to ashes.
You’ve crossed my path, my undisturbed journey.
Solar power is drowned in blackness.
Life extinction is at your door.
No remains left to testify
you’ve ever lived within my world.
No memories, no feeling,
Elements recycled within the black hole.
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The Scenario
03:35
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- Why do you believe you should stay alive?
To be the last of us?
- I want to keep going, I want to see the morning.
I diseased many people tonight.
They were proud of themselves and achievements.
But this was my greatest act, I purified killing!
I cannot stop now, I shall remain!
- No, I find the purity in your actions.
I saw dementia in your eyes and
your mouth was dripping blood.
You chew flesh, you were so hungry.
You had a reason to kill, I didn’t enjoy the massacre.
I admire this celebration of sickness and death.
I stare my own pile of corpses, old friends.
What a monstrosity!
There’s nothing for us out there.
Oblivion, why live now?
-So? You die?
- Yes, die after me because you’ll be left alone
to wait for master time, bring the end upon you.
- That’s the truth, it’s bittersweet.
Wait for the sun to rise, we’ll die at morning.
Forever travel the time and spaces
with the cruelty of existence as a burden.
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Learn your place in this space.
Learn your place in this time.
Embrace the universal law of the jungle.
That applies in every aspect of being.
Let the mind and soul float there.
Where φως and σκότος fornicate.
Giving birth to zero, to nothingness,
love and hate between the stars,
to all energy.
But accept this! Accept it!
We are not humans.
We’re the bastard sons
of constellations.
Kings from the black holes.
Stardust of the death planets,
worms of the lowest pit.
Glorified Gods of the fallen,
parody is in our blood.
Always lurk in shadow
and blast always the suns.
Filled with divine energy
and fire at heart.
But accept this! Accept it!
We are not humans.
We are the fallen.
We’re the glorified outcasts.
Touched by the sweet
frozen smile of death.
And we preach the
unheard truth of life.
To start is to end.
All is nothing and nothing
will be always lurk in shadow
and blast always the suns.
Filled with divine energy
and fire at heart.
To start is to end.
All is nothing
and nothing will be.
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Dethroned
02:32
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I am the sword in the heart of god.
Τοις νεκρής ποίησης θαυμάσια.
I am the scar of the fallen one.
Τα εν σκότη θαυμάσια του.
Manifested, bloodstained.
Ingrained,I breath in depths.
Formless, incorporeal.
Paranormal,
I release the hell’s waves.
Everything will be accumulated.
Everything will be minimized.
We will plague god.
Whipping him with snakes.
And the leper souls.
The snake’s venom taste.
Everything will be accumulated.
Everything will be minimized.
Everything surrounds me unhealthy.
Stigmata of this dethronement.
Νεκρώσιμον...
Spill bloody tears
on the face of god.
Δοξάστικον...
Be the meaning of the
unproclaimed knowledge.
As you enter the new world
where the creator is inexistent.
And the blasphemies are evidence
of the artless.
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Inner Psy-trip
06:23
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Taken there where the line ends.
Where the empire of nothing is devouring
all spirit all space and time.
Take me there where desperation reigns
and silence in your mind is thick and absolute.
Like darkness in the bottom of the frozen oceans.
Beyond there is only your black cold immaterial self.
And there I float between the stars.
Leaving my screams behind
I can see my essence breath and whirl.
With the winds of fate, staring at all beauty.
Turn to ash and then in colors again.
The conception and decomposing.
Daughters to prince death and queen existence.
Dance and laugh in front of my eyes.
Giving me the worlds in my hand.
To admire and to abhor.
Speechless, terrified, alone.
The expansion of an atomic and universal soul.
That fears the astral paths of heart.
That fears the sweet smile of death.
The warm human touch
the dead hand of the beast.
Give me the worlds in my hand,
to admire and to abhor.
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People just die, so you are next. This is the plan of the great magnet.
The plan of the big black. Surrender your fate in the airy hands of infinity.
I’m the nihilist, the order of empty space. I’m the preacher of meaningless aims and oblivion. I’m the chessboard for the narcissist pawns made of flesh. That hung over the endless cold abyss.
Where you’re going there’s no life human.
No smell of death, no laughter of cry.
Trust the void, total fucking nothing.
I am Charon, human! I’m your dream and your nightmare.
Your happiness and fear what you were, you are,
you’ll always be and I’m your every tined thought, the shiver of your body.
But also the algorithm, the great concept that runs your universe and all the other.
There are no boundaries between my self and all.
Oh! Deranged!
The epitome of the perplexed theories of Nihil and the unified one.
This is the abstract zero.
The essence of paranoia.
People just die so you are next. We’ll find our way through the coffin.
We yearn to find ourselves in the heart of space.
We’ll find ourselves in the nothingness of the void.
Μηδέν, άπειρο και αιώνιο σύμπαν, αιθέρας, σάρκα, φωτιά, άβυσσος.
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Magic Chaos Psychedelia
07:29
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It's a black star, dark star.
A higher state of consciousness.
A glimpse with the eyes of the insane.
Vision through frames,
the living paintings.
It doesn't matter,
I'm of no matter.
Just vision.
A sense pulled and drowned
in the horizon black and forth.
I feel the living colors.
I put together the fragments of reality.
Puzzled left comforted in paranoia.
Will it end soon or this is what it always has been?
This is magic.
It’s the awareness that chaos is my home.
My only home and my astral endless.
Beautiful prison.
That's Magic Chaos Psychedelia.
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