1. THE MARCH OF BECOMING

We march,
Our banners declaring surrender
Our flags mutilating themselves
The emblem of our tribe concealed

We trample history under our feet,
The blood of all nations smeared together on our boots
All difference is beaten into the dirt
Hail the New Man, for he is omnipresent!

Take pride in your humiliation
Exalt in your surrender
From inability comes morality
Hail defeat, for it is your penance!

Eternally becoming
Eternally being
But never...eternal

Invert the pyramids
Tear down the statues
Remove the axe from the bundle
Nothing to fear, nothing to admire!

The axle is wrenched from the wheel
The centre has been moved
The sun is torn from the sky
Everything must face the ground

We have resurrected God in the shape of humanity
Only progress is eternal...


2. THE THREE MISBIRTHS

The masses pour from the caves
The tide of revolution gives permission
The lowest believe this to be salvation
But are we not against them?
Decay is painted brightly
A flood of flesh and ash fills the streets
It washes away the New Old Gods
Do not resist, nor be swept away, but ride
For a birth is underway.

Behold! The abortive births of the Child!
Still playing in his mother's blood
How we long for him to take flight and shatter this duality!
His beak still buried God's head,
How we long for something to fill the sky!

Come Child, spread your wings, eat the vile as you sing

Hark! The new Aeon is here!

Behold their mangled limbs upon the ground!
See their heads crushed and removed
The great leveler starves it's own children
The New Rome is but a pale caricature
We swim in the remains of the third misbirth
Insidious, invisible, this order stands condemned!

Come Child, spread your wings, eat the vile as you sing

The masses are blinded
Our new order out of sight
We don't see the blood in which we swim
It is beyond critique, an entire reality

Behold! The ocean we swim in is false!
T'is but the third botched abortion!
Awake! Stop eternally feasting!
T'is dead flesh which you consume
There is no sustenance here

Come Child, spread your wings, eat the vile as you sing


3. BLOOD-SOAKED DIVINITY

If the God shall hang, wise he becomes
If the Falcon shall rise, all will be none
For the fire to be mine, the Star must fall
When the Eye becomes open, then none becomes all

Unaware of the fire within
Man fears power and names it sin
Overturn the cult of humanity
Invert Man's profane sacralities

Through the theft of the mead, our music was gained
For thy art to be great, the rabble disdained
With the blood of the slaves, the Temple adorned
Through the rape of the Sabines an empire is born

Wrath rides upon a white horse
Divinity clothed in brutal force
Let us poor the blood libations
Destruction of flesh, sweet liberation
Blood of heroes, shatter saints prayers
Slaughter over all empty airs
Angles stand atop a pile of corpses
Upon mass graves, beauty waltzes

Oh Conquering Child, won't you step forward!
Oh great Angel of Death, won't you come soon!

History: the slaughter bench of progress

Man is not an end

All prayer beads should be caked in blood
Spit upon the weak who roll in the mud

Death purifies all
Drown the meek in their blood

Drown...