1. RIFT I - WADING THE DESERTS OF EARTH

Crouched on the borders of men
Between the wretched and the righteous
Lands lost to the impact
Awaiting like a child for countenance

Perpendicular doctrine
Straddling the line most cannot cross
Turn from blessed threshold
Avert one’s eyes
From raving thrice-ringed miracle

Truth resides somewhere
There, through these trials

Churning mire
Lurking muck
Subversive landscape

Oppressive choking mist
In which inhabitants cower
Eyes have seen through generations
Pitiful echoes, of greater beings

Even as
Archaic binate ritual belabours
One to take its first fumbling grasps
The slow cyclical dirge of life
Tunes its caustic song to another generation
From primordial dawn to inevitable end
The mill grinds torturously

But the burning desire
For understanding
From which the nocturnal flight
Still pumps, a rushing current
Until obsession turns reward
As a beacon, slowly, bleeds onto the skyline
Spilled glowing embers


2. RIFT II - OPENING OF THE EYE

"For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten."
Eccles. 9:5


3. RIFT III - RUINOUS GODLIKE SIMULACRA

Burning glandular blow
Neural signs snap
Consumption and conniption
Veins of fire

Psychotomimetic ripping
At the crown chakra
Occult orders destroyed
Pages torn and inked anew

Searing vision of the four fundaments
Branded in the mind
In perfect dissonance

Droning rumination fades
To a crackling gouge in space
Into which reality flows
Rippling and growling

Howling pull across thresholds
Physicality corrupted
Nuclei shatter
A dark reconstruction

Falling, tumbling and thrashing
The skewered visions
Of carvings stretched menacingly
Fading in the distance
Of a gate now revealed

From which spilling molten colour
Now pools in cracks
Upon this shattered dead surface
Petrified ground
Growth in indefinite stasis

Rising and onward
Through flaming acidic vision
Deadly and flickering
This chemognosis attained

Atonal greeting
Of horrific sawing wind
Grit and storm
Land and sky coalesce

Rippling base
Of cragged monoliths
Bursting and grating
Reaching for blackened heights
Surrounding and shadowing

Shifting paths
Dancing past
Smashed stones and utterances
Wind worn climbs
Lie for untold cycles

Desperately clinging
Ascend torrential peak
Screeching and piping
Steeling oneself for the unraveling

Heaving upon threshold
Salivating salvation
Soaring wrenching gaze
Vision asphyxiates
Sight to lock seizures

A gargantuan ecliptic monument
Halo gilded in bone
Entwining swirling morbid abyss
Shining sickly discontinuity
Embodying nihilistic and chaotic streams
Stars and cosmos sputter out

Ruinous Godlike Simulacra

Hideous reflections
Maddening whispers
Filtering horrific benumbed suggestions
A frigid apathetic caress
Absolute abandonment
Wailing spirit

As even I
Death
Am unknowing


4. BRAYING OF 70,000

(Instrumental)


5. SCALED EKPYROTIC SPLINTERS

One grand failure
Will create alignment once again,
On this moment
The stars shine brighter...

The mind numbs with terror
As moving mass envelops
And shattered carapace falls
To be trampled, again and again

We!
We will show you
The crushing force of a thousand thousands
The line bends
The line breaks
And as dawn becomes dusk again
The precipice of a world tumbles and smashes
For all to see

The hive of the aggrieved,
The plagued,
The living!
In unison with the mother, scream,
It is bendable!
It is breakable!

Secret of the elect
Hidden against the aeons
Spills forth again
Sol trembles, and Terra cracks

A primality long festering
Splits open from within the core
Who can doubt this?
Those who have stood
Between hope and fear

SEE!
KNOW!

Segmentation of their world
Chitinous howling
And twitching limb
Accompany our march to holy artery
A brain, heart and lung of an empire
Will soon be exposed

To encroaching infestation
A return
To the truth of it all!

One grand failure
Will create alignment once again,
On this moment
The stars expire...


6. EXPONENTIALLY FALLING... UPWARD

Grey wisps crusted with ice
Eyes frozen shut
As purple lips whisper:
Evoking the empty spaces

Carried on ante-solar winds
From black gulfs above
They condense
Accelerating hypotemporal forms

Achieving solidity,
Donning coats of skin
Jeweled with eyes & teeth
Dripping fingers clasp the window
As they speak...


7. CONGRESS WITH THE VOID

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