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Das Grammatik
03:36
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Iconoclasm
14:05
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Arise! Arise!
From the gutters that spread as our nerves arise!
Untie the Gordian knot wound within our throats
And let our voices fill the valleys, chasms and resound
Among the highest peaks
Unchained and unbound
Our hand strikes firm
Iron grip with an iron will
Clench now the iron fist
Ploughshares to swords
Redemption was never within our reach
For centuries we sought absolution
And found only despair
Ascend! Ascend!
With steady footing and trembling hands we ascend!
To take that which was always rightfully ours
To rule as emperors, kings and queens of our realms
And cut through the very fabric of creation
Let our senses hound the stars
And our hunger devour their light
And sink our thirsting veins
In the bottomless ocean depths
In search of God we have found
Only our own shattered reflection
Trauma, sin, guilt and fear
And the Devils laughing at our grief
Endless, meaningless wordplays
We spent generations
In trying to decipher
Ramblings of demented saints
Schizophreniacs and saviors
The skin torn from our shins
From kneeling before icons
We painted of our own aspirations
And projected into the heavens
Too weary and afraid
To comprehend the process
And the horrible void therein
That we give birth to God and can never truly murder him
And above and beyond our own desires
Lies nothing but ideas to which we bind ourselves to
And thus
Nothing is true and everything is permitted
So come now and rejoice!
For this new aeon is not for the weeping!
See the beyond-man arise in the Eastern sun!
As its rays wash ashore
And carry us beyond the stars!
Sailing West towards the azure twilight
Our arms extend past
The boundaries of our world
And our fingers coil around
The emptiness therein
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Die Anima
02:39
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4. |
Patricide
10:03
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It is not in hatred I place this knife upon your chest
From the open wounds I conceived a new world
For a time it all made sense, if even for a split second
For a time it all made sense, if even for a split second
My dream is my will
And my will is to power
I will craft life itself
In my own image
From the carcasses of deities
We will build new temples
And foresee our futures
From the intestines of their prophets
I am the free will of man
The scattered pieces
Of a broken mirror
Reflecting thousands of glaring eyes
Beholding one another
In malign intent
A myriad of horrors
Lurking beneath the crackling surface
And what is there to hold back now
The Devils that crawl within our flesh
Like molten lava bursting through
The hissing lacerations upon the earth
Flocks of locust that spread forth
As the harbingers of the days to come
Torrents of machine gun fire
Amassed artillery and splitting atoms
We tried to murder the divine in man
And to usurp his throne
We encrowned the lowest in us all
As if reduced to our instinctual passions
Making love to our promethean flame
We came to ignore its origin
The archetypal conduit to the Empyrean
Which ennobles and elevates us
Through each shattered vision
Is reflected man, pathology and beast
The worms that slither through our guts
And the hatred that scalds our souls
Unshackled from the concept of morality
Disjoined from that which exalts us
We are gods trapped inside beasts
We are gods trapped inside beasts
It is not in hatred I sink this knife deep into your heart
More so in arrogant despair
One day it will all make sense, if even for a split second
One day it will all make sense, if even for a split second
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