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Channeling Death and Devil

by Israthoum

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1.
The dreadful legacy of man, from myth to myth | From the old bewitched crones in respect, to the less enlightened ones, projected as lore | Yet utterly feared by the reasonable animal within | With an occult following for so many centuries | A reflection in scorched circles… | It’s radiant fierce beauty welcomed as a Deathlike fear | With a sword in one hand and in the other a torch, He rises from mountain to mountain watching, standing high | Among the angels the most gifted | He that rose, won and forever grew stronger | Prince of exile, close to the unjust fate | King of things, author of all | Thou art god’s mysterious ways | Thou art god’s impotent hands | Supreme power and glorious intelligence | Eternal dator of evil and everything wrong | May my soul rest beside thee in Death | Below the tree of knowledge | At the hour when its branches intertwine | I welcome this new timeless time | Praesta omnípotens deus infernus eternae | Quaesumus, dómine crudelis, méntibus nostris infúnde | Nostros animos tibi dedimus, liberius | Magnum est nomen tuam, impios sunt vias tuas | Persequabuntur, blasphemabuntur, et eorum patientur | Qui vivis et qui regnas cordibus plurium
2.
Crossed the harshness of blessed wastelands | And cut the veins of its madness | Only to rejoice with trembling | The searing instruments of my own belief | Ritual ascension, descent of the mind | Through these eyes everything has reached its ripeness and hate is far beyond words… | Patience is that of a turbulent sea | Vexed Nimbus, crown upon mankind | Blessed is he who torn his soul | Into a thousand pieces | Until none was left to commend
3.
Rarity of rarities | Lost reason of whom passed the tunnel and washed his fear with a mask | Tore down the essence of the soul to reshape the ideals of vanquishment | ...mirror back the scented dust through this chain-swinging vessel | Time is written in ghost-lights and we are all but welcome guests in the circus of agony | Time is written in ghost-lights and we are all but welcome guests enclosed in marbled centuries of black blizzards | The chain has become (too) heavy | The air, thick as blood | The dagger of abhorrence has made me blind to sufferings... | Again...far too long | Dead black coal valleys and bone shrines await between the maze and the turmoil | Here oceans are deep, lightless | Of deathlike coldness and sepulchral silence
4.
Delusive god, great nothing of so-called wonders | Miracle-impostor in every affliction of mind and body | Corrupt are all your martyr-saints with sin and depravity | Enslaved by the rot and failure spawn through your flesh: a fruitless charade of ill-fated power and ruination | Nothing more than the mysterious right hand of the Devil
5.
[PART I: The Baying] | As if words turned to flies in these halls, something took the shape of shadows and burdens the half smothered breath | It is the shadows, it breaks the flesh | The claw of perdition dragging down | Down into the dark void home | A bleak threat fills the air and cancels one’s will | No escape from where the stairs lead to | All senses pinched by contradiction | Subdued by a morbid flux towards evil | And betrayed by one’s own limbs | No return from where the stairs lead to | Petrifying without face nor shape | All that is Darkness creeps between these walls [PART II: The Presence] | I’ve been wandering beyond the old trees | We have met many times before… | You’ve seen me in the mirror, shapeless | Beyond the reflex, the shadowy creep | Again you felt my senectuous presence through those dark and desolate corridors… | the ones your mortal body dared not walk | Your gasping for air… | All that is Darkness creeps between these walls | You’ve been walking with me all this time
6.
Snake, emperor of this world, to Thee the might of this time! | Usher the diaspora to perdition | Guide us, as the festering splinter in god’s ever tearful eye | Evil be done, Thy will be done! | Achromatic intolerant force, breathing silently across all | From thy hands we have received the gift of malice, the greatest of gifts | Bestowed upon us whilst rejoicing our wicked souls in your realm our home | A bleak fulgency mesmerized upon its prey | Held by neither mercy nor distraction | Sent to devour like a pack of voracious wolves | We (proud sinners) cursed ourselves to stand by Thy side | To tempt and mislead the creation, to evolve through actions and devotion | Oh multiform horrid being of no boundaries | Our slithering tongues and mouths proclaim Thy glorious ascension into this world! | May the earth be our temple, may these eyes be Thine | We are the stench that will fade the light from the earth! | And you shall hear of wars and rumours of wars | For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be pestilences, and famines | Now all these are the beginnings of sorrows | Then they shall deliver you up to be afflicted, and kill you | And then many shall be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another | Ecce ego mitto vos sicut lupi
7.
Praise to Thee | Lord of Perdition, Pernicious Angel | Disperser of mankind | High above all nations of the earth | Spare them not the scornful glimpse nor Thy fiery wrath | Forgive them not the idolatry of stone and wood | so they may drink the wine of affliction from poisonous grapes | May their tongs struggle in sand for their selfish prayer and feel the drought, scorching fever and blood boil | under Thy light | Have them curse the fruit of their mother's womb | and drain agape from the well of bitterness | Deceive and hinder through me | Lend me scythe and arrow | for I kneel and bleed only for Thee
8.
Sickness of Ouroboros, a parasite of itself | One step forward, several back | Set in a Nature indifferent and cruel towards its own | Failed into the infinity of the all-consuming desire | Intrinsically marked by the negation of being | Behold and admire the nothingness of man in the universe! | And thus accept the natural course of the universe: the end | In victorious opposition we can only welcome life to witness its demise | Lifeless, crawling, headless serpents | descending, obnoxious, pointless vanity | senseless, deforming, spineless serpents | Every heart a temple for misery to spread, each soul a tomb of self devourment | Moribund crawlers, a stream of rats who follow the deceased light of hope | Falling far beyond rock bottom, abstruse whimpers dribbling back into the chaos of fire | Acquiescas fata! | From behind the majestic veil of Death we have reached so much further | So much further than the boundaries of earth, flesh and soul | Subversively standing above and in radiance we chant that the true Deity needs no crown other than the slaking breed of god | Moribund crawlers, acquiescas fata! | Swarming vermin, acquiescas fata! | Acquiescas fata!
9.
Come… Come… Serpent of the watery deep | Bring forth legions of forsaken fiends | To storm under my will | Ravish those whom I’ve marked | Welcome this destructive force | Through your abysmal realm of Chaos | Grant me your horrible plagues | Slowly inject, nauseating, the absence of colour and light into those infected limbs | May their bones feel more burdened and old | With each step, through every shudder | Come… Come… | With this fire I shall put ablaze | Make them breathe disease | Sulphur catalyst, ashes of consummation | Wreak harbingers of Death | Take away all redemption | May those lips be sewn shut against me | May those bodies weaken and tremble before me | May those minds decay within their skulls | Turn stone to ash! | May their world collapse around them | May their hearts long for my forgiveness, which they will never have | Turn stone to ash! | Ixala ax antu ant allu ant kala | Destroy!

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released July 28, 2017

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