Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and
This ain't music but a glimpse of the power of nihilistic ascension Behold and loath my lack of envy and the freedoms and powers of perpetual death Still
[Text: T.Scorn, Music: I.Hate] En rost. Facetterad i tomheten. En sanning. Ondsint blod fodde fromheten. Detta sprak. Besynnerlig kvasning av anfaders
when the antediluvians are here Incarnations of immaculate clairvoyance and literal invincibility Leviathans and valkyries of bona-fide might and virility
it in vain pride of these societal simples The awakening is labeled the grinding of the edicational revolution While those too far ahead now wait in boredom and
[by A. Casado] [Instrumental]
Earth! I summon thee and thine ears to hear the word that is never spoken, except by they father, the eldest of all who know age The word that binds and
lie I see Seers selling out to it and I know why With absolute disgust for false alternatives Armageddon becomes affirmative Systematic attempts to make desire and
Fathering the irrefutable Children that died - As aliens to the incurable The most ancient lineage - The clarity of boiling blood Of all genders and races