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Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread
Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices
Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever
In this place shall infuse the venom
Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth
O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight
Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time
Fulful your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence

A Chore for the Lost

An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment
of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all
humanity: non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens, it is the start of
transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical
violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object
of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture

There are places
not to be found but to be recognized,
they sheltered a fire.
The fire wherein the acts of God
and the acts of men were to melt and merge
making it a a senseless chore
to distinguish the human from the divine.
God resides in such places

Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine
Amniotic liquid of another kind
That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god
Behold the transformation, servant
Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars
Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved
Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin
And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike

From a supplication without response,
The essence of man, his ground giving way
Comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets Aflame the inner core and enthrones suffocation and the Intolerable without respite as the joyful reward for a Million aborted truths
This silence that among all man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant nativity,
And detaches itself from the bonds which paralyze a Vertiginous movement towards the void.

Breathless ecstatic experience,
It opens the horizon a bit more,

Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
And uterine strangulation by the wreaths
Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed
With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...
Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely
Vinegar stills your child’s thirst?

In a place beyond all resistance
Devouring the roots of the bush of fire
Forsaken even by the crows
The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers
And stuttering words
As mere echoes in the desert
Vanish in those lower spheres
Where shame is unknown.

La mince clameur de ces etres iniques et inabsous
Plearant a la sortie du monde
Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres
Sinistre Abscission
Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage!

Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Encharist
Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise

Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation
And devouring famine restores the new order
By contamination and incubation
Unity restored in imperious necessity
What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky!
L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule ame serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle.

I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans

In the deepest pits of Hell.
I torment souls endlessly.
Shapeless demons are all kings,
But there's only one real ruler here.
I am his faithful disciple,
Possessing humans to bring them under.

I will control all mankind to see them destroying each other.

"... anyone who
Speaks against the Holy
Spirit will not be forgiven,
Either in this age, or in
The age to come"
[Matt. 12:32]

Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God,

…Écoutez les très étouffé, le très lointain, le très pale
gГ©missement de la colombe du paraclet qui rГ©percute en
écho le terrible de profundis…

Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring
May their sear bed expel desperate drops of anguish
May these bitter waters quench our thirst
Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore

Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur,
quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit.

Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say
Praise the Lord, praise,
O servants of the Lord...
We will sing a new song to thee,
O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations, may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope...

Our skies are forever black
Here is no signs of life at all
For burning spirits we are
Consuming your small universe
Slowly but surely

Noone believes in us
We came from realms of Hell

“Everything, except God, has in itself some measure of privation,
Thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree
To which they are infected with mere potentiality”

Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem?
Christ's abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of human birth
And growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature...
Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos,

From the Thirteen Apostles men
Pregnant nymphets hast they become
Defiled with divine faeces;
Despicable rot, tortured flesh

Those eyes have witnessed.

“What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful?
What matters the death of vague human beings,
If thereby the individual affirms himself - Laurent Tailhade

The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death,
Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven
The culture of transgression is mine and my descent
Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl?

I pray, I pray for rains of blood.
Omen, His victory supreme.
I preach, I preach the sermon of Death.
Blaspheme, for zero holiness.
I praise, I praise Satan as the Evil God.

On these dark eternal grounds,
Hear the suicide calls of the hounds.

"-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3

Let them praise thy great and terrible name;
for it is holy

Odium
Oh Merciless Hatred;
Spare nothing, spare no one

Odivm Nostrvm:

"- Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3

Let them praise thy great and terrible name;
for it is holy

Odium

A plague grows, giving strength to life.
This is a miserable instinct of reproduction.
Humans beget their insects that will become Humans.
This pest and its breeders must be exterminated.

Procreation epidemic...
Satan shall destroy the weak...
A total genocide is what we seek...

Suffer… I hate you… I want you dead.
My dagger in your heart, I stabb twice…
Pleasure… to see the blood flow…
I lick the liquid of life…
Hail to Death! Hail the Ultimate Void! Ave Satan!

Afraid to die, I see it in your eyes…
I masturbate on your dignity,

There I stand, in a wood of trees pale as if bones
eroded by nefarious winds,
haunted by their barking echoes.
Were doubts to arise that God retreats slowly from this world
which until now renewed itself with every dawn
nurtured by holy breath:
behold those mountains
the rocks of which turn to ghosts

O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe.
All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy.
Exercise upon me all your rights.
I spit on Christ�s redemption and to it I shall renounce.
My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner.
My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation
All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion.

They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside
With their jaws so contagious of a disease
As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael
The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit
It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine
The least traces of the consolation of Eden
Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes.

Born of the void as a female human,
Sha was full of innocence and weakness
(Lust...Pain...mother of perversion)
Her own face soon betrayed her
It was time for demoniac vengeance
(Lust...Pain...mother of perversion)
Then came her suicide to rejoin Satan,
Her Father that teached her how to Fight the plague

The Ancient Presence Revealed

Born a fullmoon night,
In the middle of moutains cold…
Wolves feasting on your mother's remains,
She died in pain, you laughed out loud.

Beasts and a black wizard

The Repellent Scars of Abandon and

Election
The feeling of destroying the capacity for inward peace, an insane dance
with the angels of innocence admist thorns and in frenzy, the warmth of
a divine blessing, a daringness which prevailed over any imaginable fear
hovering on the brink of a voluntary act of contrition, but soon all pales
besides the cry this shattering truth wrests from all fellow men, there is

God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us...

A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is not a fall into
the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and slavery;
the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and ether:
an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet it is a
world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the wind of death
that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in permanent

Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend:
The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him
and He will make them know His covenant.
Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master
to please men and not to serve in secrecy.
Amen.
Blessed is he that maketh the blind to goe oute of hys waye.
Amen.