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The Sapiential books will run with blood of prophets
And only their thoughts will remain
Like a smell of murdered lovers
All the rest will fall into oblivion
As a merciless time for all fucking temples
Which has passed with fall of Babylon

Every king in history was a reflection

Naked and cursed
They draw new maps of world
Created by those who stood
for human race's annihilation

"Et vidi de mare bestiam ascendentem
habentem capita septem et cornua decem
et super cornua eius decem diademata

We all live in entirely mechanized universe...
Being a cog-wheel we just remain a premature dead dream of existence
Deprived of all passions
Deprived of all visions
We are becoming creatures unable to think, unable to feel and experience

Intoxicated with devilish wrath
we are having a dream of drinking a blood

That was an unusual, golden autumn...
The breath of a wind was gliding
Cemetery's avenues with the ocean
Of constantly falling leaves
The trees were dying plaintively
Crooning their last threnody;
They have been whispering the names
We all wouldn't like to remember…

"Et vidi de ore draconis et de ore bestiae
et de ore pseudoprophetae spiritus
tre immundos in modum renarum"

Arise!! Forgotten wounds
have now ben opened
Gratification for all humiliated lives
of those who dared to think

I am the one who hanged on the fucking cross
Putrefaction's opening it's gates for me
Meant to be dead I still breathe and cry
Everlasting pain has become a part of human's lullaby

I want to die and save all of the sinners whom I love the most
For this was the will of my father
Generations drowned in self-delusion

An incarnation of eternal mankind dream
Is that what made you worthy to bear your name, oh Icaros?
A memorable act of courage or just a deadly sin?

You dreamt a dream of having wings so you could fly above all men
So you could reach the sun and the moon, never look back, not down at the earth...

A vast, familiar feeling that often passes by

„How you would please me, Night! without your stars
Which speak a foreign dialect, that jars
On one who seeks the void, the black, the bare.
Yet even your darkest shade a canvas forms
Whereon my eye must multiply in swarms
Familiar looks of shapes no longer there” *

Vision of disorder...

„Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedal-fashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.” *
Why have you crossed the path of my life? And now you’re not here...
With poisonous kiss you’ve taken it all... away from me...

Unknown, Unseen, Unnamed, Unimaginable
You draw circles with the closed ritual
And a tear hidden in your blood
Allows to grasp the order of your world

Dead skies' symbols behind you
Shining half - consciously among the words of prayer
They are like cold lips of fallen winged souls

We - thinking beings
We - surrealistic visions
We - supernatural ideas
We have been materialized
To possess the forces of God

God who created the world
Full of lament of his daughters and sons

"Infernus subter conturbatus est in occursum adventus tui
suscitavit tibi gigantas omnes principes terrae surrexerunt
de solilis suis omnes principes nationum"

Spit on a grave of the whore
And lick the heaven's wounds
Immortal passion's flowing in your marble veins
Let them breathe the silence and its putrid smell...

May my prediction never be fulfilled...
His body was taken with breath of a wind
There was no witness, no soul to remember
Fall of an Angel in the arms of November

Luminous circles were constantly growing
Painting the sky with new constellations
Kisses of Darkness make You feel howling

Nocturnal passage to worlds beyond the frame of so called reality...
A dream that takes you for a journey across the most twisted scenes as far as your imagination is concerned...
Neurons lost in the labyrinth with no exit, an astral body unable to come back...

„A spirit passed before me: I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled -
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine -
And there it stood, - all formless - but divine:

We are thorns which killed the fucking god...

We are stars made of broken mirrors
Like fragments of dreams scattered across the sky
Mirrors with transparent bottom
We are the eyes reflecting the essence of unholy "I"
I am the tongue of apocalyptic dusk
I am the poison and the relief

"Et in fronte eius nomen scriptum mysterium
Babylon magna mater fornicatum
et abominationum terrae"

With tears in eyes they dream
Her lips bather in blood of tyranny

Fear - the only thing they

„There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between” *

Wipe off the tears that run down your face
Frozen in time of your most painful dream
And transform them all into an ocean so the dream may sail away

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight;
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind
Painting its walls with pure hatred
Freezing the flames of chaos once turned into word
Cosmic feeling once turned into dust
Together we stand and challenge the crowds of god

Annihilation of lies hidden beyond the core
Thoughts of free will spinning around

March on! Conquer and take no slaves!
For we are here to get back knowledge
That has been taken away from us long time ago,
that has been stolen from us by pigs who named themselves prophets
“Here, where a hero fell, a column falls!
Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat!
Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair