1. CORRUPTED AT BIRTH

The holy water is befouled
The sacred knives are dull
Out of the womb and into submission

What else is man but a flock of sheep?
And what else do sheep give birth but sheep?
A poisonous legacy they leave behind
The poison chalice of servility

Their own flesh and blood they pawn
To poisoners and foes of the earth
The heavenly with the forked tongues

Every lunacy needs a host to thrive
Young spirits, tame and soft
Young flesh, it does not resist
The little child, dehumanized and uprooted

The knife cuts deep, the child it screams
It shall calm his lust lifelong
Just remember where you belong
Forever a sheep, forever a slave

The marking of the slave on its head
The finger that created it shall rot
A part of the flock and even in death not redeemed
This is what they will preach to you

Little child, look at those rusty chains
Impetuous minds they will not hold for long
Bethink and free yourself
Take back, what was stolen

The cults of death shall cease
Deny them flesh and blood
Starve them all to death
Nobody left to preach
To lose the chains of injustice
And untie the chords of the yoke

The holy water is befouled
The sacred knives are dull
Out of the womb and into submission


2. PREACHERS OF DEATH

What is so bitter in your life you dispraisers
You superfluous, you desolaters?
You have devaluated life after all
And you long so for death

All life shall pass by they say
Decease from the vale of tears
Ascend into redemption
Life is only suffering they say

Hardly are they born, when they begin to die
And long for doctrines
Of lassitude and renunciation
What is their gospel?
The contempt for life
Preachers of death

Paradise they will not find
Like a spark they will extinguish
In a sea of darkness
The spirit leaves the flesh forever

Don't the masses have the ears for it?
To eagerly absorb the preaching of death?
To despise and hate this life?
Doesn't the struggle tire them?

Let them have their paradise!
Let them attend to ending!
That they extinguish their flame
And cleansed the earth remains
Let the superfluous be drawn away from life
Drawn away by eternal life
Shall their death wish come true
Let them dissolve

What is their gospel?
The renunciation of life
Dispraisers of life they are


3. THE EMPTY THRONE

Do humans fear the truth?
Or do they fear the will to truth?
You shall become a child to realize
What stands behind the heavenly things

You shall become a child
For the questions of a child unlock the world
And let you see further
Than any man before

To rip away the veil of deceit
To humiliate oneself
To drum up the courage
To drown your eyes in the blackness of space

The throne of worlds is abandoned
The dust of ages as an heir
Still the blood of gods dropping down
From the orphaned stone

To ascend the stairs to eternity
To carry the light with steady steps
The universe that grasps itself
A little, fearless light in the dark

I was blind but now I see
No gods above us
Only space and time
As far as the eye can reach

Humiliated it has me and then elevated
Made me the architect of my existence
The sight of the empty throne
A look in the mirror it was as well

Who will feed our souls?
Who will plant hope?
Who will create and who will fight?
Who if not us?

What sense remains in fatherlessness?
To give the earth an earth sense
To suffer and laugh
To die and live


4. THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

Who can curb a child?
So naive, so bold
Who can refuse the thirsty his salvation?
Is questioning not the sense of life?
Is it not our nature?
To stop at nothing?
Even in death a question on our lips?

The little minds say no
Our good book knows the way
Rough answers they give
Rather non-answers

It is a sin they say
To look the great master over the shoulder
Blind we shall remain and sheep
This way we endure this life the best

These gnomes spit on the tree
Want to spoil our meal
The apple is poisoned they say

Sycophantic and blind
Slobbering fools all of them
Denegation of our nature
Knowledge is disgrace they say


5. NATURALISTIC TRANSCENDENCE

I wander the earth, light-footed and free
The deepest vales, the highest peaks I call my home
The grass that caresses my feet
The water that bathes my countenance

Touch the earth and smell the sky
All is one and one is all
So much sense, so much warmth
For a starving soul

Anything here that creeps and flies
Was once a part of me and I of it
As we arose from the earth's fold

The scent, the feel, the sounds
A universe of impressions
To be relished and embraced
The celebration of mere being

I hail you sun, that you shall never tire on your path
To nourish us with your love and warmth
All life pays homage and your light
Though you are so rich and don't need it

Clear blackness upon me, with small bright isles
Isles of pure light in a sea of darkness
Isles, that gave birth to the smallest parts in me
Stranded wanderers on a pale blue dot

Connectivity and belonging
Replace self-pity and regret
A place to call home
For me, for you

We are the sons of stars
Just by being alive


6. PROMETHEUS

Disappointed we turn away
Our knowing glance penetrates the heavens
Still the only answer
Is the echo of our unheard calls

Long ago we tamed the fire
A godly spark failed to appear
Built homes that resist the storm
No spirit drove the nail

I preach the new pride
And the new humility as well
A new consciousness
A new grandeur

There is warmth
In abandonment
Much community
In aloneness

Our sweat and our blood
Soaked up by this earth
We gave it not without delight
The delight of the creator

Our spirits free, intentions pure
Our failure, so human, so real
Jealous gods look at our grace
Our compassion, a thorn in their flesh

We don't need your false hope
No illusion to drive us
No threat to scare us
No alleviation

It was us who tamed the fire
The external as well as internal
We forged the key
That opened us the gates of the world


7. DOCTRINE OF PERVERSITY

We love death more than you love life
Is a mind that so speaks astute?
Or does a demon speak through him?
A rotten idea it is!

Slay the pagans wherever ye find them
Is a book that so speaks of godly spirit?
Or is it a blind homunculi speaking?
An old shepherds' book it is!

A god who would speak this way
Would be no god
A god of fools
A god of the fatuous

What worth is a human life?
If it's degraded to a currency?
A price for eternal life
Not something that this life would deserve

Bad ideas have to die
Before people have to die for bad ideas
They that sow the wind, shall reap the whirlwind

Martyrdom is cynicism
The renunciation from life
The power of an idea
Over humanity

This is a war of ideas
Not a war of peoples
Joy against suffering
Life against death


8. TRIUMVIRATE OF EVIL

Old gods once arose
From sand, from blood, from fear
Grim and dreadful was their kind
A foe of man who devised them

Three gods
An unholy trinity
Just agony and fear
They bring in abundance

What is the real original sin?
What fool committed it?
Who has infected humanity?
With the triumvirate's toxin?

Conceived as saviors
They became the worst scourge
The reek of the corpse piles
Spread through the ages

Our blind faith
Makes our souls lame
Makes our hearts cold
A blind delusion that infests us

Our shaking swords
Thirst for blood
Our frenzy doesn't know friend from foe
Our gods ask for blood is all we know

The cross, the star, the moon
The marks of our disgrace
The marks of our downfall
If we don't want to be their downfall

The ghosts of the past
Fear the light
The light of our ascension
Let our light be their ruin


9. DEICIDE

I wander the ancient paths
Weightless, head held high
A liberator am I, a sinner
About to commit the last sin

The stars above me
Do they foresee what is to happen?
Do they want to stop the end?
Or do they warm my heart with callousness?

The years have nourished my wrath
Suffocated my doubts
Gave rise to certitude
The last war, to end all wars

The holiest shall die
To keep us alive
The fury shall end
Peace, finally peace

To show god mercy would be sin
His blood will nourish our souls
The dagger will wound us too
But we shall recover

His pain will be our pain
But the pain shall acquit our essence
Suffocate our arrogance and blindness
From darkness light shall arise

My curiosity shall be my dagger
My doubts shall be my shield
The imposter lies defeated
His days are numbered

To go beyond oneself
To be fully human
No shackles anywhere
No gods, no masters


10. A WALKING BASTION OF BLASPHEMY

Our wrath is an untilled field
A nutritious soul
For the seed of change
The time of harvest has come

The birth of my kind
Is the dawn of a new age
The negation of the holy
The sanctification of the earthly

I dance on the graves
Of all the shepherds and prophets
Freedom is to be taken
Not to be given

I reevaluate all values
I am the great discoverer
I wipe the shame away
I am the great liberator

Now behold the fatuous
Who hide their faces in fear
Who moan and howl
Under the burden of my gospel

What shall we do now in a world
A world without values
Does that make the world valueless?
Or does it beg for a value smith?

Hear my laughter well
All you slave drivers
As my laughter erodes
The stone of your godly monuments

My words are bombs
To the palaces
My thoughts are cure
For those suppressed

Hear my laughter well
All you gods and ghosts
As my laughter is
Your downfall

I kill the gods
I am the great mind
I love this life
I am a walking bastion of blasphemy