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Prometheans
03:51
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What is torment to us
Who have stolen such insight
What is the passing of days
To us who can hear
The grinding of immortal teeth
Eagle shadows grace us
In blasphemous communion
With ripping talons and crooked beaks
Complicit in our proud rebellion
And while we may heal
And our spirits flourish and be fortified
Our blood seeps ever deeper
Into the blind places of the world
'till A knowing in our smiles
And a gleam in our augurous eyes
Draws down the gods themselves
In an impulse of paranoid jealousy
Unbind us
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The movements of the world
Rise and tower over me
Lovecraftian gods
Inspiring vertigo
Mindless demons flourish
In spaces beyond reason
From whence no thought
Can return unharmed
And cut off at night
From gravity and the stars
I shrink into meditation
Before the grinning white face
Of this endless inhumanity
And cut off the night
From gravity and the stars
I retrun to this cathartic terror
This seasonless equinox
This dread incarnation
Of universal suicide
Conspiring with dreams
For the reins of my mind
A coming of age
A crossing of worlds
I will make this devourer
My vernal sacrifice
Come, be revealed
Face me
Where the howling avatars
Of my most desperate passions
Hold court in the bowels of my spirit
And I wade in the blood
Of the conqueror leech
And like Mithras bring forth
Another unsteady awakening
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Cry out for the king
To bring salvation from the plague
Cry out for the king
To bring the cleansing flame
And build the new Jerusalem
The king is the cause of the plague
We capsize, overwhelmed
By cascading oedipal revelations
Jocasta's feet have finally left the ground
Fissures running all the way down
Our sacred visions of Apocalypse
Epic comic-book escape fantasies
We are conveniently unworthy
Lull our budding concerns to sleep
And every doomsday tragedy
Ends with a place in eternity
The Delphic oracle grows fat
On self-fulfilling prophecies
And the Ark of the Covenant
Holds a pair of golden brooches
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Non Timetis Messor
07:52
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The function of men is to live, not to exist
I shall not waste my days prolonging them
I
shall
use
my
time
All of our lives that have gone before
All to come after it-- so we ignore
So we make perfect the present, condense
Thoughts and feeling, soul and sense
A rage of rapture against the dying of light
Let our whirring dances keep the dark at bay
A merging moment, this final absolution
A heretic's antinomy to the ending of days
The moment eternal, just that and no more
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core
Our shadows cast will bring the tiding
This is our ending, this is where it starts
Our coven's summer solstice
A welcoming omen of beating hearts
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Terzij de Horde Utrecht, Netherlands
Terzij de Horde combine an amalgam of progressive black and doom metal with a rawness reminiscent of extreme hardcore or
chaotic screamo.
Terzij de Horde is Dutch for “athwart the horde”. It is a line from the poem “Einde” (ending) by legendary Dutch poet Hendrik Marsman. Marsman is an inspiration to the band, as are many other authors and philosophers in the same dark vitalistic vein.
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