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BLACK DEMENTIA - DICTUM OF NEGATION (CD) |  | |||
| August 2007 - Aura Mystique Productions | |||||||
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Tracklist
1. Apocalyptic Breed 2. The Fall of Man 3. Disciplines of Thelemic Glory 4. Imperial Iconoclast 5. Left-Hand Catharsis 6. Proxima Thule 7. Into the Chaosphere 8. Hosmocratic Revolutionnaries 9. Masses of Perdition 10. Void Triumphant 11. Le Chemin des Ténèbres  the lyrics |
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1. Apocalyptic Breed
Disarray the world - Spread out confusion
Chaotic manoeuvres of an apocalyptic march
Chants of death and terror
Gruesome hymns I eagerly sing
Toxic ornaments for the hour of doom
I wear the devil's mask to foul the earth
A wolf among the sheep... and barbwire around
Wise silent lunatics blossom out as maniacs
An apocalyptic breed with murder as creed
Take off Man's tourniquet - Let him bleed free
Cathartic initiation through a slow agony
2. The Fall of Man
Holding to ruins
The choir of equality
Vainly sing
Their last anthems of lament
I see the signs of Man's disgrace
I stand as the prophet of the Fall of Man
The prude whore of human dignity
Shall be coldly raped for absolution
And left lying in its blood to the vultures
And twilight shall swallow
In an abyssal void
The parasitic remains
Of an obsolete world
Herald of the wasteland
I proclaim the Fall of Man !
New aeons await...
3. Disciplines of Thelemic Glory
Female silhouettes impulsively bending
Longing for the bestial rush
Of the upcoming ceremony
A circle of lustful flesh
Gathered to revere
The lure of luscious bodies
Ecstatically quivering
666 extolled
Legs spread out - muscles tensed
Reckless ecstasy in vice
Professed rituals of Sodomy
To soar up across the Welkin
Bodies intertwined in orgasmic patterns
Displaying the curves of lust
Sacrilegious homage
To the new-coming aeon
Lascivious riders of sin
Alluring defeaters of the Cross
Rubbing their sweat-oozing skin
On the altar of Thelenic glory
In this night of sexual wonder
Where action reigned supreme
Jehovah's verbal junk
Has been washed away in Semen
Glory !
Hallelujah !
Hail the horned serpent !
4. Imperial Iconoclast
Factions moving
Under command
Subject to the axis
The intemporal guide
Pontifex Rex
Leader to higher spheres
Time has stopped
The wheel of fate stands still
Murmurs to ovation
Silence breaks with storm
Eyes open wide
And voices acclaim
The coronation ceremony
Of the Horned Serpent
Hearts boil of fascination
All hail with dedication
The new-risen sun
With rays of fire
The imperial Iconoclast
Life over-passed
By self-sacrifice
Taming the Wolf
Riding it through the night
Pontifex Rex
Erected in glory
Time runs fierce
A new era opens
One voice praises
The cosmic sovereign
Eyes open wide
The future folds out
Under the ultimate lead
Of the Horned Serpent
5. Left-Hand Catharsis
Flux of potency
Along the axis of the Earth
Shakti at work
For Shiva to transcend
Phallus ascending
Piercing through the starry welkin
Sun and Moon in cosmic intercourse
The law of the Anti shall prime
Twofold monument rising in flames
The world shall witness flesh made bridge
Left-Hand catharsis
Setting ruins on fire
Left-Hand catharsis
For an overall destruction
Focus of power
Circling up the endless spiral
Then firmly cast down
Upon a decaying world
Left-Hand catharsis
Setting ruins on fire
Left-Hand catharsis
For an overall destruction
Kosmos has returned
Your Age has come to an end
The cycle shall start again
Rest is but a bare idyll...
Left-Hand catharsis
Setting ruins on fire
Left-Hand catharsis
For an overall destruction
6. Proxima Thule
Fumes surround me
Worms cum in filth
I don't belong
But I am trapped
And locked...
Parasitic thoughts
Pollute my mind
Hollow words of emptiness
Corrupt my soul
(corrupt) My self...
But I know I get closer
To that light I've always seen
I urge to burn as the Sun
I still have to hold on
O, Proxima Thule...
Past a life in the gutter gazing at the stars
No surrender
No rest against the sly
Let me feel the heat
Let me burn in ecstasy
As the armies of mediocrity
Cheerfully march to the slaughter
A new saviour is rising
From within the fires of doom
None is to be redeemed
For a new race is to triumph
I can feel absolution
It's near
Dementia
7. Into the Chaosphere
Imprisoned in a systematic cell
Projecting a blurred reality
Everlasting echoes - shrieks and metallic sounds
Resound inside my suffocating mind
I can't see the light
The Sun turned black
Screams, laughter
Futile
All grey
Falling again and again
In holes of doubt and despair
I have the answers
No one to ask
I thus keep on wandering
Only ashes and fumes
i long for rest
And eternal silence
Twilight has come
But dawn never seems to soar
I grew tired of watching
The dull last spasms of humanity
Abandon has triumphed
Shadows are prowling around me
The hour of doom must be getting near
8. Kosmocratic Revolutionnaries
Will I ever reach the upper levels of existence ?
Will I ever know the essence of the sacred ?
Will I ever walk the paths of transcendence ?
Will I ever meet the gods at dawn ?
Isolated from secular reality
I enter the maze of the soul
Climb the mountain of eternal truth
And achieve the steps of self-initiation
Self-magnified
Shining in an ocean of stars
One with infinity
I comprehend at last
The essence of Totality
Desecration of mortality
i have murdered the man in me
A transcendental destruction
Breakthrough in negation
Now one of the few
That spins with the cosmic whirl
A Kosmocratic revolutionnary
Unveiling dimensions concealed
Burning with the Sun
Cumming with the moon
Proclaiming a new era
Of authoritarian elation
9. Masses of Perdition
Death is the sentence
That I give to this dull decaying world
Extinction
My promise of redemption
Humanity
A prey to chase
Something better awaits
Something ancient
Yet something new
Empty faces
Reflections of an inner nothingness
The farce of modernity
Is getting onto its final act
Weak fires still glow
Meagre sources of light
Casting shadows of greater structures
Upon the walls of perdition
Grab your fucking bible
Your time has run out
You cherish so much your empty lives
Worry so hard for some lame concerns
Deppresive electrons is all I see
Ghosts playing life without much success
Amongst the ruins
Where the masses of perdition
Mechanically multiply and breed
In a desperate attempt to fill in the void
The trumpets are being blown in the distance
Depressive masses - the masses of perdition
Your pathetic woe is soon to pass
10. Void Triumphant
i have faced my time
With anger and scorn
My words fading in its hollowness
Leaving no print in human memory
I choose oblivion
Endless fall in a triumphant void
Sinking in the abyss
I abandon myself to the absurd
And drift away in disillusion
"There is no port, nowhere to go
Only the deepening black darkening still
Blacker upon the soundless, ungurgling flood
Darkness at one with darkness, up and down
And sideways utterly dark,
(...) so there is no direction any more"
D.H. Laurence, in The Ship of Death
See the signs of decline
Smell the decay of the masses
Millions with one face
Striding to a certain failure
A multitude
Feeding as beggars do
Spreading grotesque lies of equality
Until their rotten flesh
Be one with the worms again
Abhor - Drift - Fade
For the Void Triumphant
11. Le Chemin des Ténèbres (reprise Profane)
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