"hELIed" & "Anarchonic Deathworship" EPs

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released February 1, 2010

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Track Name: A Scourge Upon The Flesh
Ulceration is The Mark;
the cloying love of an cannibal god
…and a Light for lepers to follow.

Lead by an inebriated shepherd, who himself, is also lost and unaware that his task is of no crucial relevance.

It is a mere charade, a masquerade
where none is required to bring a mask or disguise,
for as soon as we are spawned into existence,

the subterfuge is already provided to us in the form of Flesh : bound to eventually age, decay, reek and nourish the soil.

We are first stripped of all gnosis then, obviously, of all hopes.

But what if I, child of serpentine lineage, was the cure, the remedy against this travesty; a scourge upon the flesh?

The hypothesis in itself, stated with vigour and conviction, constitute change and a re-evaluation of values altering nothing less than the facts; Reality as we conceive in order to find a Hell to call own. “Home”…
Track Name: Delenda.Est.Kosmos
The Prophet, alone, standing on the brink of what was but shall never be again, wept for what seemed like days. And when it did finally let go of the thousands of sacred pages that he had written during the long lasting years of his life, he felt as if he had dropped the heaviest burden he had every carried: The One Lie.

Alas the Truth was so eminent and he knew, deep inside, that all this time, he choose to be blind. But the spark inevitably grew in intensity; until he deemed his eyes unworthy of sight and his heart to be far too weak.

The prophet took his faithful pen once more, although this time, not to spread anymore lies but to stab his own eyes repeatedly… hoping that he would, at last, bleed to death and that his heart would fail him and simply stop.

Once the Cosmos shall take its last breath,
Who or what shall remain to breed, dreaming in breathless sleep?
Track Name: Liquid Faith
Fuck YHWH!
Get fucking drunk off of Me & puke black Fire!!!

Fuck YHWH!
Get fucking drunk off of Me & puke black Fire!!!
Fuck YHWH!

Absorb,
the dreadful emanations of Ain Sof;
Open,
the nexus to our Un-becoming.
Black Light flows trough my body with haste,
as Blight slowly turns this infirm shell of mine to waste
Projecting the streams of Sitra-Arha;
the welcomed return to a primeval era.

I have become… (X3)
I have become [a] God!

Staring at the center of the 11 angles
Beholding the womb of the two-headed Draconite;
Spewing forth endless streams of surreal possibilities.

Revealing the flaws of human nature
This material prison of the deceitful Tetragrammaton.

Pierced by emanations of Ain Sof;
Sucked in
the nexus to our Un-becoming.
Black Light flows trough my body with haste,
as Blight slowly turns this infirm shell of mine to waste

I have become… (X3)
I have become [a] God!
Track Name: Dark Onyx Fur
..To be clad with the GoatLord's profane vestment.
To wear this devilish Armor with indescribable grandeur;

Revealing whole worlds with a single glimpse,
To rebel, not by mere superficial instincts but by utter devotion,
Such is The Way; to ignite what shall eternally remain black.

Chaos in motion; voiding nothing and everything
Chaos by birthright, Illumination by The invisible Light

The Left-Hand path, broader, narrower, directionless;
Permeating the structures of the feeble Demiurge
Dark Onyx Fur, my skin is of Anti-Cosmic origin…

11 reasons but none to be given!

Call me empty;
but my Energy alone still swallows the very core of Existence.

Under my dark veils,
every cosmic laws are invalidated
as if never fancied in the first place.

No Life, No Hope, No Dream, No Barrier,
No Cause, No Effect, No Logic, No Border;

Ultimate Deathworship from the Highest Order!
Track Name: Cimmerian Sight
I am the Devil's vertebrae and with me, He deconstructed time and rational space,
My cortex serves as His instrument, to breed creatures unknown in form or kin.
My thoughts not only pervert those of others but literally un-make physical realities.

Part of his entrails, I am nesting in his womb;
for I am The Fruit, The Seed and The Growth of His unholy trinity.

My urine is endless oceans of dark crimson blood, poisoning Gaïa’s streamline.
My sight, of a bleakness so profound, clouds aeons of History still to be unfolded.
And my words cut trough Flesh, stripping every particles of god out of your soul.

My laughter is the equivalent to the sound of a hundred children screaming in unison, terrified and trapped inside a burning cathedral. A choir most divine to the ears of my Master!

Fear me, of ye Mortals, for my seduction knows no bound.
My mercy is absent and my cruelty is colorblind.

Succubus; Great Sea-serpent of the deepest depths,
Remember me for my deeds in Eden.
And forever know; than I am deadlier than Death it self!
Azrael wouldn’t dare to defy my Will!

He’s still the bitch serving under the One fearing me the most!
Track Name: Hendecagram
I, Scribe, scrying through the Codex of Hate, Crippled by life, I’ve simply deny, Still I breathe for now… Spewing forth the Storm; the 7 plagues! Plunged to the hilt, my sword is rusting Nestedd between my ribs, right through my lungs 11 backward is still 11 11 upside-down is still 11 You can't go against the Anti-cosmic Current 11 of descent, 11 is the END Druj-born, perspiring sulfur I bleed the PCR dry off its 3-dimensional edges, by renouncing this clay-shell, my soul shall not be recycled aimlessly... With Lucifer, as fatherly figure 11 backward is still 11 11 upside-down is still 11 You can't go against the Anti-cosmic Current 11 of descent, 11 is the END Run along, castrated sons of the Sun Proliferate in your Eunuch ways And forever live a life of woe & dismay