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Band Exordium (FIN) Crushing the Holy Trinity


EXORDIUM (FIN) - CRUSHING THE HOLY TRINITY (Split)

2005 - Northern Heritage Records

Tracklist

DISC 1 "Father"

DEATHSPELL OMEGA

1. Diabolus Absconditus

STABAT MATER

2. Above Him

DISC 2 "Son"

MUSTA SURMA

1. Kalpeina Helvetin Tulessa
2. Ruton Ruhtinas
3. Hän on Pimeys
4. Valkeuden Hauras Tuhka

CLANDESTINE BLAZE

5. Intro
6. Destroyer of the Nations
7. Trophy
8. Behind the Faith

DISC 3 "Holy Spirit"

MGLA

1. Power and Will I
2. Power and Will II
3. Power and Will III
4. Power and Will IV

EXORDIUM

5. Ei Toivottu Vieras (Intro) / Tyrannia Martyrum
6. Craving Vehemence
7. Unevangel
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* DISC 1 – FATHER

(DEATHSPELL OMEGA)

1. DIABOLUS ABSCONDITUS

Would it all be absurd?
Or might it make some kind of sense?
I've made myself sick wondering about it,
I awake in the morning ?
Just the way millions do,
Millions of boys, girls, infants and old men,
Their slumber dissipated forever...
These millions, those slumbers have no meaning.
A hidden meaning?
Hidden, yes, ?obviously?!
But if nothing has any meaning, there's no point in my doing anything.
I'll beg off.
I'll use any deceitful means to get out of it,
In the end I'll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense:
That is man's killer;
The one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left.
But if there is meaning?
Today I don't know what it is.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow, who can tell me?
Am I going to find out what it is?
No, I can't conceive of any ?meaning? other than ?my? anguish, and as for that,
I know all about it.
And for the time being: nonsense.
Monsieur Nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad.
It's atrocious.
But his madness, this meaninglessness ? how ?serious? it has become all of a sudden! ?
Might that indeed be ?meaningful??
My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad!
Make something of all this he who is able to,
Understand it he who is dying,
And there the living self is, knowing not why,
It's teeth chattering in the lashing wind:
The immensity, the night engulfs it and,
All on purpose, that living self is there just in order... ?not to know?.
But as for God?
God, if he knew, would be a swine.
He would entirely grasp the idea... but what would there be of the human about him?
Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still...
HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above an emptiness...

Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely
God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing God;
In the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread,
Horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing...

He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery
Divine disclosure is in direct proportion
To the degree of divine concealment
Intensification of revelation equals
To increase of god's hiddenness
Descent of the Deus Absconditus

The unreservedly open spirit ? open to death, to torment, to joy -,
The open spirit, open and dying,
Suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light:
That light is divine.
And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it,
But what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there.

Shall my only victory be available in conscience?
Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence?
There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them
There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them,
And make them without excuse

Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence
Woestruck am I realizing that the light cast on this
Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective
Division, election and predestination
Enabled by grace or left to one's own device...

Anguish only is sovereign absolute.
The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-biding in big cities.
It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it's sorrow.
Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits,
Lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror;
But meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, at all there is.

From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me
It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels
Shaped from the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that
I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God

She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack
Yet wider she used her fingers to draw the folds of skin apart
And so her ?old rag and ruin? loured at me, hairy and pink,
Just as full of life as some loathsome squid
?Why?, I stammered in a subdued tone, ?Why are you doing that??
?You can see for yourself?, she said, ?I'm God?

No use laying it all up to irony when I say of her that she is GOD.
But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy ?
That, viewed through the optic of ?philosophy?, makes no sense at all.
I don't mind having my sorrow derided if derided it has to be,
He only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound,
Who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it...
And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to ?die? of any other hurt?

If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding,
If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves,
Greater than we are despite ourselves,
Something which at all costs must not be,
Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards which we strive
With all that is in our power and which at the same time
We exert with all our power to stave off

I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee
And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction
It is Thou, O my God, Who hast called me into being through the power
Of Thy might, and has endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy Cause

The act whereby being ? existence ? is bestowed upon us
Is an unbearable surpassing of being,
An act no less unbearable than that of dying.
And since, in death, being is taken away from us at the same time it is given us,
We must seek for it in the feeling of dying,
In those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying
Because the existence in us,
During these interludes,
Exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess,
When the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide.

As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me
Seemed to me to be the dross over which man's life tarries...

?Diabolus Absconditus?: the conjunction of intellect
And psychotropic-altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds

(STABAT MATER)

2. ABOVE HIM

Chants echoing in ruins
Prayers turned into curses
Curses to condemn us to Hell
Curses to bring us misery,
What we gave to them

Forgiveness is forgotten
Chants repeat the same weeping
Asking and hoping their God
To punish and exterminate unbelievers
We have killed him
We are above him
We are Gods of this moment,
Crushing the throne
What has been built
Of bones of unbelievers
These are the hands what strangled
Last breath from holy belief

* DISC 2 - SON

(MUSTA SURMA)

1. KALPEINA HELVETIN TULESSA

Kuihtuneina, elämä lakannut olemasta
Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti,
Läpi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen,
Sielunsa tulevat olemaan
Kalpeina, Helvetin tulessa,
Heidän kristinopin saastuttamat kallonsa tulevat iänkaikkisesti mustumaan
Taivaan jumalan pojalla,
Joka ristinkuolemallaan uhrasi itsensä heidän tähden,
Joilla ei ole valtaa täällä
Taivaiden kuollut poika,
Joka opetti palvelijansa lampaiksi
Joilla ei ole valtaa täällä
Kuolleina heidän ruumiinsa nyt,
Elämä niistä lakannut olemasta
Elämä, joka oli pyhitetty kuolevan jumaluuden raunioille

2. RUTON RUHTINAS

Kuoleman yön musta ruhtinas,
Kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yö
Viikattensa terävä kuin korpin kynnet
Ruton ruhtinas,
Julma kuin itse Saatana
Kolme henkeä,
Joista kaksi yhden palvelijoita...
Pimeyden saattelema vitsaus,
Joka on kohtaava tämän ajan
Heistä kaksi,
Jotka ylistävät kolmatta,
Uhranvat itsensä tuolle hengelte,
Joka pimeydessä vaeltaa...
Musta Surma

3. HÄN ON PIMEYS

Vaivu unoduhkseen sinä valon lapsi
Kavahda pimeyttä, vihan voimaa
Pelkää Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitään
Luovu uskostasi ja katso ristinkuolema
Niele pettymyksesi, sinä nöyrä paimen
Tapa jo itsesi ja olet oleva ikuinen
Kumarra Saatanalle, sillä hän on Pimeys
Sillä hän on Pimeys ja ikuinen

4. VALKEUDEN HAURAS TUHKA

Hänen pimeä myrskynsä, jonka siivin saavuimme
Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkään tuntema
Ei toivoa, ei valoa... anoastaan kärsimystä!
Ei toivoa, ei valoa... ainvastaan kuolemaa!
Kautta miekkain mahdin, valkeuden hauraat jäännökset, nyt tuhkana käsissämme
Kärsimys ja kuolema...
Hänen uljaissa myrskyissään kohtalona valon on ikuinen kuolema!
Pimeydessä... tuomamme kohtalo
Syntynyt hänen suuressa viisaudessaan
Kylmyys ja pahuus
Kärsimys ja kuolema
Ylistetty olkoon ikuinen pimeys!

(CLANDESTINE BLAZE)

5. INTRO

(Instrumental)

6. DESTROYER OF THE NATIONS

Infernal fires of death
Corpses vanishing in the total oblivion
Heaven sent gift from man
Breeding invisible sickness
Destroying the nations

7. TROPHY

Skeletal structures
Morbid art of death
Trophies made of flesh
And clean bones

Trophy hunter
Of human remains
Fetish for reek of death
Silence of the corpse

Gray rotting skin
Tainted with soil
Broken teeth
Still stained with blood

8. BEHIND THE FAITH

I have see behind the faith
And all I can see is self deception
Betrayal, mental slavery and fear
Father, son and Holy Spirit
Representing the dogma
You need to have to be able to
Believe without opportunity
For questioning

Fear of death, fear of punishment
Makes you crawl among the lowest maggots
Nothing means enough
To truly stand out from spineless mass
And stop relying on forgiveness
Of the higher powers

Book you believe in
Values you believe in
None of those matter
When your faith is based on forgiveness
Self deception, betrayal and mental slavery
Can never lose for fear
Father, son and the Holy Spirit demands your
Confession of faith and sheep-like regret
And forgives your worthless life

Your place is under the soul
Between decayed wood boards
Shut with rusty nails
Condemned to eternal oblivion
Faith and prayer gets you only this far,
Ideals you ever had, has been blasphemed
Already by your own existence

* DISC 3 – HOLY SPIRIT

(MGLA)

1. POWER AND WILL I

We've been given claws (and) not without reason
As through strength we shall put the world to sleep
We've been given our roles of beasts so fierce
So we shall wipe the earth clear of human dust

We speak the words of destruction
We sing the songs of death
To finally speak in the tongue of the self and throw away the pest
We won't witness the Phoenix rising, yet its paws will hold our triumph
And our everlasting precious ability to strangle (ourselves)

What a way to perish
What a way to fade

We've been given teeth to tear stagnation with
Yet make us remember our carnal animal past
To find a new dimension in the worn out universe
Constant development through constant struggle

Ours were the hands that threw the rocks
And we would have thrown (them) a billion times more
'cause there will always be the shepherd, so called, hounds
And it's our duty and power and will - to kill

A time to stand up, a time to kill
Beat the shit out of the corpse of a certain dead jew

2. POWER AND WILL II

When everything else fail
With to way to turn back
Facing the wall of own humanity
Find another use for Nietzsche's hammer
Which all you cunts wipe your mouths with

Tear the walls with bare hands
Final stages of inhumanity
The blessing and the curse of ability to think
... To devour the beast

One step ahead
To be the one with the depths
To fulfill the prophecies
To be the steel hand of revenge

That breaks the eternal cycles
That crushes the idols of gods
That tears the serpent's tail out of its mouth
The bringer of light - light of the new order

3. POWER AND WILL III

It scratches my skin from below
It itches my veins from the inside
Again and again

These are the serpents that crawl through my veins
Who drank my blood and envenomed my soul
A thousand mages of the great deceiver serpent
The imperfect one who still holds his tail in his jaws

Ascension
Ascension
Thorns grow out from scars

A pulsating hive inside my head
Release the beasts in streams of blood
To build myself upon disadvantages
Strengthen through own suffering

The holy spirit devoured and tainted
Flames over the heads of the cursed
A new dawn of triumph is coming
An age of selfcreation
Selfdestruction

4. POWER AND WILL IV

Razors swepting slow
Across the skinfields
Dried blood, cold steel
Selfmutilation, enter the portal of flesh

The sun shines upon me so bright
That I almost miss its glance
Still the rays from within the wounds
Dead and cold, disturbing
Of the dead crawling up
Of the mind that has gone beyond

Piles of parchment
Stained with blood
A seed for black flames
And suffocating fumes

Inhale the breath of Satan
Let it spread with blood
Reach cells of necrophosis
Start the growth process
Light shines throughout the skin / let it out / let it out

(EXORDIUM)

5. EI TOIVOTTU VIERAS (INTRO) / TYRANNIA MARTYRUM

The golden images of celestial unity seducing to forgive his lack presence.
The wrecked dominion of vanity.
Realms of martyrs granted of us as a precious virtue.

Distorted intentions inebriating charm to place the wreath of vengeance,
To hand them clearest evidence.

And from distorted wells the illusion of ruined essence
In a mournful verses astray reality.
Unable to release from cruciating lore.

Unable with empathy the shadow of his fierce inmost vain slavery
To submit the streams of woe.

6. CRAVING VEHEMENCE

As if the beast would crawl in repentance with its
Canterizing lust priceless and unique the universal bliss.

As if you would return from where you perished
In luminous esteem, confused and suppressed by
Your own frail devotion.

Constant hopeless chants, useless plight scars
Exhausted in a mindless try to bless their souls with pure
And sacred enlightenment.

7. UNEVANGEL

They only fall impervious to reason or doubt
Than enabled oppression, magnificience of nothing,
Defiant rejection, brilliance for lifeless wretch.
Indefinite law of perverted providence
That raped the waist of innocence.

Covetous passions laid in restless sleep.
Forever ignorance of his undignified surrender while poison of compassion runs bursting through his veins.

A light, formate. Take shape for me. Your pointless dreams devoured (to oblivion).
Through your searing glance I burn to waste your might.

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