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Absence
07:47
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Absence
When the living subverts
When it is a truth in itself
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
To a seething mass of dread
To embrace this darkened ecstasy
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
The rage of the damned and persecuted
Their seeing eyes as trophies for a sightless throne
Building and smoldering with violent promise
Like claws set to rend a deathly reality
Like a blade forged to split a hateful unity
This war bursts forth from mouths of flame
Shattered teeth, soaring words, hell untamed
To crucify the sanctity of suffering forever
To carve a nihill for this false abyss
Artifice devoured
A silent inward gasp
Exorcise the world spirit
All that is ancient and crooked
So that light can burst forth in its absence
A thousand secret springs of wildfire
For the daemon champions of this earth
A thousand secret springs of wildfire
For the daemon champions of this earth
To compete for such divinity
A phantasmagorical emanation
A man-made sphere of inclusion and exile
To compete for such divinity
A phantasmagorical revelation
A mandrake root which burgeons and crawls
Fear turns the thorns inward
Spectral spires and pits
De profundis, the deception calls
Aeons’ shadow values
Raised on power and fear
When the living subverts
When it is a truth in itself
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
To a seething mass of dread
To embrace this darkened ecstasy
When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word
Trample this dire deity, this broken entity
Of lust, dread, awe
A loss of life, a defiant triumph.
Vengeance a duty, a protection to mar
Vengeance
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A Marriage of Flesh and Air
A conjured creation in knots and bones
in a pounding of fragments, a rupture of stones
As in death we dance, we crawl through this
As in death we dance, we stumble amiss
Jilt and jitter to an ending of worlds
where our hearts will either break or bronze
Dervish twirling to horizons uncared
in dances ferocia anima downstared
Wingless and withered but raging alive
The dueling dischord just magnifies
The rhythms of rendering rhymes
with which we vengeful gods destroy the hive
Celebrate the marriage of flesh and air
Faceted eyes see all but none
Guided by the grasp of drones
A crawling chaos , follow the horde
Carry the void toward its throne
Throw away the anchors, the steadfast, the light
and tell of that which you see in the dark
A shared immersion in blood and cadence
A syncopic structure of stabbing sparks
Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal
Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel
Whirling and weakened but wasted no more
This flame rekindles the embers of a once before
A cessation of life extinguished by a forging flood
A time anon, born from the ashes of brine and blood
Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal
Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel
Ripping the fabric in strands tied to naught
To bear the raging worlds within
Through the ruined gasp that surrounds
a seething silence forced to whims,
the impulse of passion, impetus’ charm
this is a vowel of encompassing harm
of cathartic deliverance through purging blaze,
through shedding the shells of this suffocate haze
Jilt and jitter to a beginning of worlds
where our hearts will either break or bronze
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Averoas
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Averoas
Dragging feet on paths uncarved
I am the beacon of fault
Sinews and raven's cloak
You mock me? Ah, ye would.
Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones.
A sole symbol this corpse
A race conscious enough
to know it is vile,
intelligent enough to know
it is insignificant.
These are the bitterest of mockeries:
Pain is not an evil;
Death is not a separation;
Sickness is but a blessing in disguise.
Weary and weak
I make my way home
Collapsing under entropy
this specter of universal death
sits among the guests at every feast
It lies in bed with all the lovers.
Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones.
I have wandered to find him.
Stared at abysses before which thought
must be silent for fear of going mad
must be silent for fear of becoming naught
What is this shame in ignorance? Is it not a duty?
Am I searching for the second coming, the adjacent advent?
Or am I clutching at this imposed immortality?
This taste of death I yearn for,
I tarry behind, what is that to thee?
Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
good spells, godspeed you, fallen one.
This taste of death I yearn for,
I tarry behind, what is that to thee?
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Contre le Monde, Contre la Vie
'What may this fluorescent pageant mean?
Who can the evanescent object glean?
He that is dead is the key of Life—
Gone is the symbol, deep is the grave!'
To those of us for whom
Sight has meant seeing abysses
The waking world has been an insult
Our instinct has always been
To turn inward and turn away
From the life of the polis
Turn inward
To horrors more gloriously vibrant
Beyond vistas of fabrication
Where wars of psyche and shadow
Devour and deform and give birth
There, under our own raging skies
The breath of Moloch torn away
We were free and wild as the ancients
We have been the shadows of this age
Our dreams crawled like pioneer weeds
On the trail of new death
'Man is a breath, and Life is the fire;
Birth is death, and silence the choir.
Wrest from the aeons the heart of gold!
Tear from the fabric the threads that are old!'
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Geryon – See Extinguished the Sight of Everything but the Monster
Carry on, and avoid the pains
of looking inward and seeing how I've been obtained
Carry on, and cherish this power,
these remnants of pride that have remained
To know whom I belong to
Is to know what moves my hand
I have taken a high seat
among the devils of the land
Thus I spake:
If not me, who then?
If not me, how then?
So it must be.
So it will be.
Beyond the bounds of permitted aspirations
History claws upward
Below the ringing of noble discourse
Fate devours the world
And so, pattern and plague,
It claws through me
And so shapes the reach
Of my dreams
So it will be
So it has always been
I have gone into the lands of torment
And within the pale of exclusion
I held a banquet
For the elevation of the self
Hells exposed and tamed
Into hierarchies of fear
Accepted
I create distance and division
Pardoned
I am cloaked by circumstance
Esquired
I give in and let go
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Sacrifice – A Final Paroxysm
What resolve remains to me
When nothing survives and nothing suffices
When doubt has broken all horizons
But to extend will
Beyond will’s capacity
To cast off
The corpse of lies
Through sacrifice, to hidden grounds
My means to probe the self
Are careful, violent, final
Long shuttered life
Now shudders and trembles
With boundless, groundless desire
For plethora, openness, disorder
This is the antithesis of ritual
Put an end to sin, if sin there is
To expiation, if expiation there is
Reeling toward onrushing crisis
Toward willed annihilation
No vain flight on wax wings
But a leap to end all faith
Through sacrifice, to gateless gates
My means to probe the self
Are careful, violent, final
The creature, the traveller, is torn apart
Opened, turned outward toward death
Its thinking deranged and outraged
Its seamless garment rent
A corpse of lies
Cast off
Opened, turned outward toward death
Deranged and outraged
The seamless garment rent
A final paroxysm,
The birth of sight
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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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