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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.  lyrics added by Nebelthron - Modify this lyrics |  |
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