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Being and Nothingness
05:29
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God is dead.
To the East and to the West I beckon.
To the North and to the South I proclaim:
Existence precedes essence.
Seize your newfound freedom.
God is made in man’s image.
Ecce homo.
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Invocation
02:02
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We gather here to dedicate this Temple to our sinister work.
We Summon forth Satan, Prince of Darkness, and Guardian of our Gate,
To witness this rite of Dedication.
For we shall drink the Elixir which is black to the blind.
As it has been, so it shall be again by the Power of our Prince, Satan, and the powers of They who are Never named.
From the dark dimensions they will come while others sleep.
As it has been, so it is and so it shall be again!
Let the Rite of The Black Mass begin!
By my Power - the Power of Satan, Prince of Darkness - I Declare this Temple charged!
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Lilith
04:14
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She represents primordial chaos;
That order which was before order arose.
It would suffice to say that she never was,
But is and always has been
The order of the mind.
She shall be called the giver
Of darkness and the black wings of night,
And none shall outlive
Her zealous right.
Primordial Chaos
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Service of all the Dead
05:16
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Between the avenues of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices
Of linen, go the chaunting choristers,
The priests in gold and black, the villagers.
And all along the path to the cemetery
The round, dark heads of men crowd silently
And black-scarved faces of women-folk, wistfully
Watch at the banner of death, and the mystery.
And at the foot of a grave a father stands
With sunken head, and forgotten, folded hands;
And at the foot of a grave a woman kneels
With pale shut face, and neither hears not feels
The coming of the chaunting choristers
Between the avenues of cypresses,
The silence of the many villagers,
The candle-flames beside the surplices.
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In a Broken Wood
03:01
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i saw your face in a broken wood
clear as the day, wise as the night
in a dream for which i had died
each time i lay me down to sleep
i saw your face in a broke wood
and felt your trembling voice in me
and the birds did not sing
and the wind dared not creep
and the world in that moment
was quieter than sleep
save for you, save for me
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Qliphoth
05:07
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Along the sinister path
A tree of death stands tall
Twenty two dark tracks
To the acausal realm
Ten bringers of black chaos
Ten dimensions of wrath
To summon forth the energy
Of the anti-cosmic path
Ten bringers of black chaos
Ten dimensions of wrath
To summon forth the energy
Of the anti-cosmic path
Liber azerate
Liber azerate
Liber azerate
Liber azerate
I will go down to the altars of hell
To satan the giver of all life
Agios o satanas
Agios o satanas
We are the spawn of chaos and wisdom
Taste the elixir of the black light
From the dark dimensions I call forth the night
Rise with the new moon
Set with the morning sun
Rise with the new moon
Set with the morning sun
Rise with the new moon
Set with the morning sun
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Dont waste my time
I'll do what I want to
Do what I want to
What I want to do
Take it fight by fight
I'll do what I want to
Find me without you
What I want from you
Yeah
I can see your eyes in front of me now who are you am I
I can see you overcoming me now who am I am I
Oh come to the altar
Come to the fire
Enter the night with me
Dwell
Dwell in the darkness
Dwell with the devil
Dwell at the edge of eternity and void
There is no sun, no sky, no love, no light, no hope in life
The end is indistinguishable from the beginning
Of space, of time, of night, of day, today
Is the same as yesterday
Today is the same as every day
Gone
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The Fruit of Silence
01:36
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i find myself the most alone
beside my most beloved.
i find at times that chatter fails to speak,
and underneath the weight of air,
falls weak.
the fruit of silence comes to me
in winters where the flowers fail
and the frost is in full bloom
and i sit alone in the warmth of my room.
i eat of it and taste my doom
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Revolt of the Flesh
08:50
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oft i must remind myself
that time is a cold soul;
that though she deals in pleasant days,
she swiftly steals herself away,
and in all the hours i would spend grasping
at her ghost retreating in the wind,
shouting her name,
that i ever did catch her, i cannot say.
if i should leave my body with the earth
in golden mornings of crystal mist,
where the dew settles soft on the delicate phlox,
and life and youth bring warmth to the air,
do not mourn me.
and if i should marry my flesh to the dust
in somber evenings where the sky is thick,
and the winds do not howl and the trees do not speak,
and the tireless nights become quieter than sleep,
and the ink has bled dry from the sand and the seas,
do not weep —do not weep,
for i die as i live,
and i love as i grieve.
for eons i slept; for eons i sleep.
i have never felt, and i never have been,
and nothing has changed which was ever conceived
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10. |
The Wasteland
11:56
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