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Desde Nov '13 Último post 13h Visto 3h Alicante

Between the damned,
the pissed and the outright insane
Grand architects of failure,
sculptors of loss
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to seek

I shall erect myself over transience
I shall ascend over flesh
Steadfastly tearing through aether
I shall rise to the beyond
I shall reveal heights not yet imagined
I shall rewrite Summa de homine
I shall speak with tongues of angels
and I shall burn with pure light

I will burn allright...

On to rupture; bonds rearranged
Scorch the archaic remnants
and rip through primordial thoughts
On to diremption: self and kin
All glory and strenght of culture
now null and void

No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to be found
And only the locusts shall sing
at the end of the day



All is cold and frozen.
Frozen the sea, frozen the sky.
Frozen is death, but I cannot die.
Cannot die.
As the falls.
To cover this all.
And all is cold.
And cold is all.
All is cold and cold is all.
Cold.
Frozen.
Frozen is heaven and frozen is hell.
And I am dying in this living human shell.
I am a dying God, coming into human flesh.
I am a dying God.
Frozen my heart.
Frozen my soul.
Frozen my love.
I am a dying God, coming into human flesh.



Returned from a hibernal dream
Voices fell like marble
No longer by my side
Gone all that would linger

Ripped from my embrace
Melinda reflected in shafts
Red line round her neck
Met the earth in silence

White faced, haggard grin
This serenity painted death
With a halo of bitter disease
Black paragon in lingering breath

White faced, haggard grin
This serenity painted death
With a halo of bitter disease
Black paragon in lingering breath

Saw here fading, blank stare into me
Clenched fist from the beautiful pain

Darkness reared its head
Tearing within the reeling haze
Took control, claiming my flesh
Piercing rage, perfect tantrum
Each and every one would die at my hand
Choking in warm ponds of blood
At last, weak and torn, I went down
Drained from strength, flickering breath

Came with the moon
The wayward in concious state
Flanked and barred in destiny's end
Underneath with hope in laches
Swathed in filth, any would betoken
Starlit shadows on the wall
Finally there to collect me
From the bowels of sin



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

Those eyes have witnessed.

Organic procreation, mind-intromission; there comes the salvation
Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer's holy essence
Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness;
Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled

Those eyes were deceived.

Little children, praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord!
This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it

Born with the ability of begetting
Only but One gift were she granted
To excrete a new humanity unwanted
Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within

Those eyes have sinned.

Praise the Lord in His benevolence
For the disadvantage and their simplicity
Rape, incest, and insouciance
Of a magnificent power of unforeseen despondency

Those eyes lied zealously

Praise Him for His blessed act, Praise ye the Lord!
This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it

Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied
Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind
Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed
Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found

Those eyes were blind

Under the altar of cannibalism
Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism
And without pride mourned the loss of freedom,
Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom

Those eyes saw wisdom

Praise the Lord, for He is glorious; Praise ye the Lord!
This is the day which He hath made; all will rejoice and be glad in it

Inter spem et metum
Inter spem et metum
Inter spem et metum
Inter spem et metum
Inter spem et metum
Inter spem et metum
Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord.

Firmas

Adagio3
Adagio3 21 Ene
BTW, los álbumes enteros eh xD
Adagio3
Adagio3 21 Ene
Me voy de vacaciones el lunes y tengo 10 horas de viaje por delante...

¿Es mucha molestia hacerme algunos imprescindibles para escuchar? Preferiblemente folk/black/atmospheric... mil gracias amigo.
Adagio3
Adagio3 22 Oct
Este año mi tier 1 es Thrawsunblat. No sólo por su discazo, que se colocaría entre el top3, pero si por el pedazo de detalle que me hicieron. Este año es personal xD.
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