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Vestitures
08:24
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Fiat Homo // Fiat Lux // Fiat Voluntas Tua // Homo Factus Est
Laudamus deus! I challenge you as the originator of life, who hath put his throne upon the crowning glory of creation
Affirming sovereignty of dominion, relentless in perpetuation
A covering over its body and wings as each creation fights for the rights of its blood!
Coronating the jubilant ambitions of a kingdoms confessions
United in convulsions, seeking the rituals of arbitration
Before it lays endless repetitions; swarming forth, as a fractal garment
Driven by fury and providence, sending madness through its spine
The third, first and fourth unsung. Undying, untethered logic
Persistent repetition bounds the divine. Would God truly tamper with an eternal plan?
The eye held bitterness for the insights by the convulsions of signs,
Streaming forth like extinguishing bloodlines
Emerging at the pinnacle of apparent success and succession
Such detail does not spring forth unbeckoned, nor shapes take form without purpose
For the articles of life appear to precede its own heralding and its final closure, so to resolves those random expressions
No knowledge redeems eclectic truth
For without which all which is living loses its way
Through the maze of its being, and the will of their young!
Impotence, the final rejection of continuity
And loosening the shackles which bind it to importance
Microcosmic change rendering the umbilical cord severed
As if born forth from a vulva of nothing
The final unfinished communion
Which penetrates to the core of its nucleus
Shall show its cartilage as a precursor and thwart its own development
For each gasp of air being refused by its lungs
Where life is fragile and fleeting, unfolding upon itself in a synthesis of deconstruction
Such is a puritan seeking purpose, like disgusted moths flying to an open wound,
And so should life anew, succumb to the womb, to repetition and certainty, will it find but desolation
“Repugnans tibi, ausus sum quaerere quidquid doctius mihi fide, certius spe,
Aut dulcius caritate visum esset! Quis itaque stultior me...?”
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Heed My Word
07:34
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Oh, now heed my word, carve it down, and praise my worth!
For I have beheld your chosen path, covered in the coals of juniper.
Witness the admonition, the affliction of the drowning man.
Reconcile, thy fate to come, and heed, his souring song.
Do not speak about virtues to me, for I have seen your future to be.
Oh now, remember my words; the answer lies within, not towards the skies.
Were mountains end, and the heavens begin, an epiphany, shall be revealed.
Suffer not, your ignorance to be, yet shackled, by its poisonous nature.
Oh, now heed my word, purify your senses, and omit your faults.
From truth cometh pain, as all men must know their own insignificance
Cuts of wisdom, a ring of truth, torn apart then reshaped anew.
You reject my words, taken as a slight, and so I shall, answer you in kind.
Oh, now heed my word, bend your knees and open your eyes.
Through effort and will, the sycophantic indulgence must be denied.
A lying tongue, seeds of discord, devises of a Machiavellian man.
As deaf men hear, and blind men see, adhering to the ethos of futility.
Touched by arrogance, clothed in frailty, prey of thy own vanity.
Abstain from it and let it invigorate thy effort! For it will fuel thy resolve.
Oh, now heed my word, rip out thy tongue, and let silence come forth.
Listen, and do not speak, your words equal poison, as a sharpened blade.
Must I cleans the way between us, with fiery words, and brimstone?
An honest word might still burn, yet it rings, of a brutal truth.
Oh, now heed my words, let me speak, and praise the words.
True words, poorly expressed, becomes a lie when not properly said.
Thus, now, I tell them to you, not in spite but in adoration of you.
From their dry throats, sand like watery lies come afloat.
It offers restful spite, appendant by dysphoria.
From the soils of their halls, a monument wrought fourth.
Oh, now heed my word, remember these sights, and reject their design.
The disharmony of the song draws you closer to perdition
Pulled back the vail withdrawn! The equity of my words, Forlorn?
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Apotheosis Denied
07:52
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Circular gestures, actions of pride,
Woven scriptures, out of shallow thoughts and lies.
Aptitude of colliding words, split in two, now show thy worth.
Shredded skin, renounce thy new birth,
Smite thy ways, with only just one verse.
A blind belief, oh the visions of the strayed,
To bask in vanity, a lesson has been unmade.
Self-created anathema, your own scepter of doom.
It lightens your path with shadowy fortune.
A void of stagnation, self-made and profound,
Deeper and deeper, digging for the divine.
Enter the void, where wisdom comes to die.
Only dust for food, and piss for wine.
I bestow upon you, glory and strength, now take this blade, a token of mine and proof of my divinity. Now hold out your blade, weald it in blind faith, cut a way and fill it with my light, and I shall bestow upon you, everlasting glory and insights!
But the blade is chipped and warped, brandished by a meagre fool, wielded by trembling hands, alas he drops it to the ground.
Lacking in purpose, filled with inner doubt, hidden by a garment, garment of pride.
Elevated evocation, eternal knowledge denied,
Oh, the arrogance in this deed, your deed of pride.
Woven in shame, now clad in its light, the reflection cracks, uncovering your bare pride.
Stunned by a screaming whisper, a hexing promise of pride, reassuring your desideratum,
Sealed by a benevolent light.
Humility and wisdom, cast aside, substituted by, hubris and pride.
A credence arisen, through lessons not learned, the path towards the void is now assured.
Instilled by meagre words, shouted and screamed, unheard, unseen, yet instilled in, vain.
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Cerca Trova
04:22
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[Instrumental]
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For man so forbade his own worth to make it unattainable and so gave birth to his own image
And so conjured in himself his own greatest rival
Herald forth, for I am indeed a cleric of the light!
Disposing of all bonds, with fever and foresight
Oh, joyous ones call out like the gentile; extinguished, ever steadfast
Such as from conquered suns and desolate earths bear witness,
The coming of the Anthropocene, beckoned forth
Passion lacking prudent measure, oh sympathetic harness of ruin
And all nations of the world, united forth in fulfilled commandment
Eternal recurrence bounded by thought and matter
Finite being, be worthy in every scant recollection
A shape in making, like embryonic cells in utero
Such a calm affliction for silence, calling forth the alterations of ages
From beyond the brink of absolution; divine morality usurping his dominion
Such audacious signs of things beyond, what was meant for man or nature
And at his own peril to defy that which was put in front since the dawn of time
Yet forced to herald those as conjured martyrs
A final act, and break the chains of servitude
Yet still binding man to creations fetter
Hold no fear for the sword which comes to defend you, severing those ties to greatness
But rings forth as the solemn confession of the ages
Let today herald a new era, and so place your mark upon that day
So you too may be sung, as the father of its conception, and the mother of its birth
And with that, he answered man's call for insight at the conception of a new dawn
For he spoke in a voice of thunder so to halt that staggering from bloodshed to bloodshed
By spreading forbidden light across the world anew and dawning forth new tides, rising like a god from the ashes
What journey has begun? What folly must be consumed? Wide-eyed shall a multitude kneel awaiting the trumpeting which heralds forth each atom, resurrected. In it shall man dwell totally, and because of it, shall each child grow in vain.
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Epic yet mute, the sacred love of the father
Discontent of being the king of two realms yet determining neither
For those most profound truths of all truths carved not in stone, wood or in the flesh
But rages free in the madness, departing the dome which contains its own being
Parting gifts, in the final closing, disorder returning to its origin
As the eyes of God shone with fear, for all which is done, can be undone
Physical manifest in sovereigns, the World manifest its being, naked before, the wisest of the wise who cannot fathom the depth, of the catharsis of a father's bleeding heart
For the word is God and He dwelt among us without ever giving up his glory
And in it man made Him in his own image through the conception; everlasting!
Such fevers grant knowledge, knowledge brought forth by exuberance and exaltation put forth by man's tongue; that organ of the explicable and that of perpetual condemnation
As a calling from the saints!
* Immanuel!
Yet so beyond the reach of heaven
Venerable, blessed servants
To grant meaning to their making
* Hosianna!
All creations therein laid to dust, for they exist not in the absence of flesh and mind
No reckoning for the deaths of the sons, for so these hands will form the link,
In the absence of professing truths; no more is a covenant law than that fidelity which man places thereon; but without variation, consuming constancy, and neglecting vanity's prudence
As a calling from the saints!
* Immanuel!
So beyond the reach of heaven
Venerable, blessed servants
To grant meaning to their making
* Hosianna!
And with a final groan, like that of woman in labor, sounded forth the penultimate upheaval from the crust
Silencing calamity of a cocooned regent, for have they so love that earth, left to them in heritage, at the hour of their birth?
... and the world turned, rejecting the frivolities of man
And so, making with time all things redundant!
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Ezov Norrköping, Sweden
T - Drums,Vocals
E - Guitars, Bas, Vocals.
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