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The Amalgam
10:27
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I repudiate the imposed dogmas,
Curse, disavow the false doctrines.
Obvious hatred mutilates realities
The ground cowers with vehement insanity
The soporiphic inebriation’s era
As hypnotized madness clashes with fever.
Abberations eliminate the world to the bones and guts
By frantic force. Am I inside the amalgam?
The abundance of nocuous dithyrambs,
A radiance above the halo of the fake gods’ countenance.
Firmament duplicates the Armageddon’s tin drums
In pristine silence inside the amalgam.
Into the absolute spree, the despondency’s torrent invades;
Ordures of humanity deserve what they have obtained
A myriad of the faceless ones,
Paranoia in the vortex of the amalgam.
Only death knows the pattern and algorithm,
But the clock is ticking with ferocious, violent lilt…
Will there be time to say goodbye
When they’ll be awaken among the demons in the amalgam?
The cursed horde is ready for autopsy,
Ghost with the scythe is scribbling the synopsis
Down. Order to destroy from the Netherside
And sphere reposes in deadly paradigm.
A thousand of prayers cannot find a remedy
Through the sound of crushing icons they contemplate epiphany,
In the broken mirrors, observe the newfound priest-
Voice from the abysmal depths and misotheism.
The smoldering ashes upon the wasteland,
Voices from above implore to repent;
The poisoned existential components, the ground turns rotten
By tragic glimpses before they’ll be forgotten.
Spread by the wind of contagion
Within the amalgam and devilish obsession;
They suffer no more, they suffer no longer-
Paradox and criteria for the soul monger.
In diabolic glossolalia they disappear,
Searching for the provenance of the greatest Deceiver…
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Arachnid
08:42
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Deeprooted malice meanders in each cell of the fiber,
Odour infernal. Are you ready for Katabasis with the Spider?
The presence provokes the fall of God’s Alpha
Black heart delivers flare ad cor tenebrarum.
En regardant la toile d'araignée, vous ne verrez jamais ce visage sacré dedans. La tornade de l'inévitabilité brûle les fibres où se cachent le mal, la haine et la peste. Une aura noire glaciale émergea des profondeurs du Chaos. La résine bouillante de l'existentialisme a envoyé dans ce monde l'Esprit du Serpent, qui s'est transformé en arachnide.
Reflections are molten inside
The perdition and portentous blight,
I am deviated through Erebus,
Welcoming the Profound’s Patriarch.
Through the images, with the cosmic speed,
He appears before me like arachnid;
Extermination by fire from Hell-
Celestial realm is displaced and expelled!
Nosce te ipsum in God’s requiem,
Lachrymose prayers will never let you in!
Freedom. Inner prison remains the abode
Where decrepit obedience etches and corrodes.
Cobweb droops right from the welkin,
Arachnid enlightens the Hope essential;
In carnivorous forest of circular torment
In madness entangled, rabid, eternal, recurrent.
Dark Moon is rising through the tentacles,
His putrid muse of fetid beings above the radiance.
Blockade for desolated minds provokes the birth of the bleeding skies-
He is the Arachnid, a priest that witnessed sacrifice.
A horror divine in endless extinction becomes Paraclete-
The incarnation of the Creator, the Arachnid.
At the end of the thread begins the only road
From here and straight to the land of Nod.
All the black essence that darkness inbreeds
As the Serpent transforms into Arachnid.
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Ravenant
07:07
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Regeneration of the wicked
By outlines of the afterlife,
The swarming birds glorify the king
Hoarse and ghastly croak across the sky
The ghost, the spirit – Revenant!
A coming death – his satellite,
Supplications are muted by wingclaps,
The raven invokes Tiphereth.
Black feathers are to hide the scars of Christ,
A crow’s beak is to peck the stigmas,
Inspired by allures of Ereshkigal
As Via Dolorosa burns in pathos of Enigma.
He carries the plague under the darkness’ wings
With infernal omen he becomes phantasmal hopes’ exhumator
Hypnotized reality, its vast channel is for the mortified-
Humanity is victim, sacrificed through Jhator
Visions of the overthrown god
Spewed onto hollow martyrium
Driven and guided by Shavaioth
Pumping the souls with the slush of delirium
Everlasting curse seeps into sadness
With the gutted entrails of grief,
Beelzebub’s seeds are on the fertile ground
And shallow hearts are drown in sick belief.
Let the flies gnaw the skin of the blessed!
Their eyes should see, but they are gouged out
Bury the mongrel believers in chest,
In the coffin of Aeons. Torn and gnawed by the pythons.
He dubs the flock a carrion for Moloch,
The path – De vitae transire ad Morte
By the Raven-Eidolon souls are stolen,
Subjected to lacerations and torments.
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Agonymph
09:33
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Canonize the martyrdom,
Flagellation is not the sin.
The rejection of your own
Is the repast for the nymph.
Waiting for the dumb heresy
In embraces of agony;
Dust of silence in the imminent sorrow
(is)Molten in ebony void’s odour.
She is the vibe
From the darkest profound
And the uttermost muck.
Retaliation
That never comes
And words remain the unspoken lies.
She possesses the mystery
When the Earth is blistering,
She wants you to exile the god
By endless algolagnia.
Who has seen the angels
Through her eyes full of disgrace?
Were there any reflections?-
A nightmare to remember engraved on the brain
Ignorance is the guide
For the lost, reticent ones,
Her breath is the flame and fire
In odium enshrined.
Armageddon throbs –
Despair’s torrent pulse;
As she has worn the robe
Of terror’s paradigm.
The souls are what she needs
And nothing more at all-
She is the Devil’s fallen nymph,
Exultant Persephone.
The pain is the melody,
Tune is man’s malady…
Innards of hope are meant to be
Oppressed in mauled eternity.
The enlightment flaying the quintessence-
The vengeful phantom’s epitome.
Morituri te salutant,
Nymph of agony and spiteful tyranny.
Force the anguish and lacerations
By the spells of witchcraft and fascination.
Let the tumour of frenzy
Subdue the frayed shreds of memories.
She is the agony,
She is the only myth-
Saprogenic nymph of torment
Nascent above serenity.
Hear the steps!
The great charlatan revels in flesh.
God deposed,
All the fictive impeti aroused
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5. |
Cinder
10:01
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Unrecognized miasma encourages someone
By invisible fluids,
To the endless sacrifice
And self-vivisection,
Flagellation.
But onwards is the only impenetrable dusk
Through the mist of century
Immersed into perpetual twilight (that) begets the quest
Of the Lightbringer in tacit emptiness,
In the places where churches burn…
Bloodred rivers, scarlet ferocity,
Crimson hopes and air like magma-
Do you see God inside the cinder?
Do you consider it a prelude to eternal life?
Was it the final aim to linger the search?
Have you found a paradise in your vestal fantasies?
Hold the cinder in your palms,
Scatter it on to your own gore…
What kind of sense in seeing the illusions’ carcass
In the ashes, arcane hue, colorless undertone?
Standing here, still alone
Is there some celestial pheromone?
Cinder blinds the eyes,
Thoughts repose in the cerements of despondency.
Walking the shadows path,
Drowning in a quagmire of ignorant lore…
Binary codes of silence are encrypted!
Inside the trampled consciousness
Whispers alternate with the howls
In immesurable holes of infinity.
Impotency inbreeds the sin cyclicity,
The absence of wisdom provokes recklessness.
Cinder inside your head,
Over the bleating madness;
Lament of a heartless being
Who condemned you to perish,
Wandering among the ashes.
Cinder… Is this the trace you gonna leave?
Cinder… Is this the remnant of belief?
Gloom is hidden inside the ash
That once was a burning fire…
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6. |
Purgatoreal
15:55
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Decadent era,
Tears of the forgotten skies never cease…
As long as the thralls worship the unknown deities,
Their consciousness exists in the mist of affliction.
Scarlet rain will never end
When they’ll be awaken by bleak sound of mourning,
Invoked by somber voice of solitude.
The black Sun devours the earthly flesh,
Unfit planet squirms hacked through whir of silence.
This is the moment when the light reveals the Murk-
Dim nothingness carries the chaotic fragrance.
Pyres burn spreading the heavenly disease
Over the land of No Men. As the Moon kills,
Aeon slits the womb of hatred thoroughbred
Distress in saturnine chambers where life is sacrificed to end!
Flames of annihilation illuminates the bloated firmament,
Gasping in everlasting Utopian agony
Neither Satan, nor Mephistopheles…
This is the world you’ve created for infamy-
Pure Inferno, Purgatory.
Incoherent consequences of idiocy,
Chain reaction in mental lethargy,
A fatal dose of poison injected by own insanity.
Stygian trance for the negative
Welcomes the signs of blasphemy,
Void of the spaces is phenomenon
Of ineluctable Atrium Mortis.
Phobos, Deimos devour the human carrion,
Bathing the chunks in the waters of Phlegethon;
Thanatos, the savior and Adytum
And the cursed ones are digging the path to Elysium!
Aesthetic decay alters the alien entity,
Only in Limbo the gist can be discovered;
Echoes of despair are mingled with calamity,
Monolith of mystery and Infinum Malum.
Their morbid inwardness is a hermaphrodite
Saturated with greed, lust and debauchery,
Internality urges the appetite
To turn into ashes each living being…in purgatory.
Once the dead will arise
From the vaults, crypts and ossuaries;
Malediction is not the disguise –
Energy of woes trickles onto the solitaries.
Anguish, dolor, tribulation are the only things they feel
Don’t you understand? – Purgatory is real
Fires unleashed by static demise
Frenzied apparition petrifies the world by thrill
Abraxas scratches the perdition landscape out
Upon the tree bark of Zaqqum and Yggdrasil
The world is bemired by blood up to the roots and bowels
Only in Limbo the gist can be discovered,
Purgatory is here and under the fiery shower…
They all will be suffocated by the common Peccatum Mortale
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Haissem Donetsk, Ukraine
Andrey Tollock - instruments & vocals .
Founded in 2014.
Side projects : Sunset Forsaken.
www.facebook.com/haissemband/
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