One great man was silent Of his superiority. He was openly flattered And hated silently.
Another spoke of his will to aspire To create beyond himself And the self-inflicted impotent man Felt spat at by all ambition.
The solitary pierced the skin of denial And the blood would colour the sky. A futile display to those whose heads Are always turned towards the ground.
Staring Into the mud Into the heart of emptiness Where they squirm Desperately Like wing-clipped flies.
And the whining parasite man To whom pity and gloating are the same. This spineless parody of man Will devour even himself in secrecy.
In secrecy.
Will you love me now -you, whose feeling of dignity Is a matter of subtraction? Will you love me -now that I have revealed your un-nakedness? Will you love me now -you whose perception of justice Equals your will to corrupt? Will you love me -when I cut trough all the layers of your vanity? Will you love me now -you, who cling to a heart so fragile Even your gods must suffer for you? Could you love truth?
Could you love truth Even in secrecy?
And they gathered In their halls of justice Halls of mirrors Halls of echoes.
And they gathered In their houses of worship Within the walls of the unspoken Sheltere from the rain.
Awake, O' serpent of my heart It is time The sun stands high And unfaithful crowds await Thee Redemption in their eyes And stone at hand The arena hungers for your venom Let the games begin.
Bring in the lions Bring in the beasts It is time To confront the masses With their fears, A sober moment A shred of truth To gaze into an honest mirror A disturbance of their sleep.
Violent teeth and claws Untamed and fierce Reaches far and cut deep Into the empty eye. It is time To let the bitter venom flow Trough this embodiment Of emptiness.
And the blood shall run free Like words And the bones shall form stairs To the future
Now, unfaithful spectator Are you satisfied? Did you come close enough To feel the lion's breath? On day soon Your shall be the sacrifice A nameless grave Of the past.
Were you not humble Not submissive? Would you not bend your knee? Did you question or object To the world of the many? Had you a vision of your own?
Saint of the damned Icon of the rejected Primerval insurgent Ascend O' Morning Star Ascend
[Is.14.12-14] "How art thou fallen from heaven, O'day-star, Son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, That didst cast lots over the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God. I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, In the sides of the north. I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, I will be like the most High."
Man has been reared by the four errors And never saw himself other than imperfectly. Such is then the pleasure of the common herd To quench their envious thirst in misery.
I have tried so hard To regain my faith In man Yet, I fail again To uphold this Deception His collective truths Are far too salt
I return instead To the Heart and Self And say: "Unutterable and nameless Is that which maketh my sou's pain And sweetness, And which my bowels yearn upon".
Citizen! Whence came your voice Your right to speak? Is there a purpose to your tongue And gnawing teeth? I ask thee; How deep and hollow Is your mouth? What lie is too decayed For you to stomach?
With humility and obedience You pride yourself Evasive and lukewarm Until the end
Citizen! The interdependent morality Of your collective Made too soft the bed In which you lie. I ask thee; Do you acknowledge Your own fragility When you sleep To server the "Great Good"?
United in fear Lives "hard to bear" Illusions that "we are all peers"
I preach not for understanding In you I have no faith I spit at you my truth; That you are the burden of my heritage.
For herein lies the irony There is neither room Nor air For the wakeful fire In your precious world Of equality
Citizen! You are truly faithful To tradition When you crucify Those whose voices burn Alas A hundred years from now You recite and corrupt Their epitaphs To crucify another.
The sky is clouded and grey like a mirror Dreams of celestial bliss buried deep An invisible web of whispers Spread out over dead-end streets Silently blessing the virtue of sleep.
I'm still Called by the fire My spirit Called by the fire Yes, I'm still Called by the fire Called by the fire
Eternally
The flickering light The heat of the flame creates and devours In my soul there is night
Every day I grow more immune to social sedatives Every day the web is more transparent United in fear and the comfort of reason Illusions that we are all peers Walking the stairs I am ever more awake
Night comes with a smell of murder And shadows fall long on my trail Such are the hazards of my craft
All lights disperse And the devil takes me down
There is panic in my fascination Like soothing wine is my despair Gracefully I fall to pieces
Then lights disperse And the devil takes me down
The gears keep turning And the ropes stretch far In this world of hopelessness
I have come a long way now The fatal riddles Beckon me I have come a long way now A leap from faith And gravity I have come a long way now To find the nest Where treasures sleep I have come a long way now The fairest lies Are hidden in the deep
In the deep
There is vanity in my destruction There is mockery in my ordeal Indefinite is the course of my decent
Again I find myself in this narrow chamber And my kettle simmers with the same old brew Now turning sour
There must be more to this than chemistry As my soul burns with fever
Instinctively I do repeat the simple formula "Solve et coagula"
He stands to face his fate alone Who will not be content with stone
Some distant glimmers used to lessen my despair Since then this darkened cell has lost its charm Now I seek a lightning's glare
"Grips thee, thou Superman! Where is the soul elated? Where is the breast that in its self a world created"-M
"Why grinnest thou at me, thou hollow skull? Save that thy brain, confused like mine, once sought bright day And in the sombre twilight dull, With lust for truth, went wretchedly astray?"-F
Prayers Confessions The peaceful tools Of a righteous man Redemption Forgiveness Serenity complete
And you believe That time will heal Erase your wounds Your lies conceal
Cleanse your soul In dreams of death Wherein you may concede But when you wake Remember this: In my domain Those scars will bleed
Your peace is not my peace Where you redeem I summon guilt Your fear is not my fear I beckon the fire Your hell is not my hell The life you shun Is mine to live Your sins are not my sins In me you find no heir Your lies are not my lies Such grace I do renounce Your god is not my god Where he forgiveth I will unheal
Shameless Ever defying The pride and joy Of a nemesis Fallen Godless Solitude complete
Yet - I will see Your faiths defeat Thy will undone My kingdom come
Wash your hands In frozen convictions Beyond you make your plead But come the end I guarantee: In my domain Those scars still bleed
Come suffering, Apocalypse Release the fires of Hell I call upon destruction and despair Here the days of slumber end I beckon the night to live and overcome the fear
Come sin, come shame congregation of contempt I bid you welcome to the pyre Will our objective truths withstand this affliction? I venture
Let it all come down!
The deafeaning sound of trumpets roar In celebration of impending chaos This is not terror, this is not war Beyond repentance This is the call of the abyss.
As deep cuts of truth As a fire that closes the wound So is my redemption
Beyond repentance This is the ordeal of fire
Come suffering, Apocalypse Release the fires of Hell I call upon destruction and despair Not for vengeance Not for power Beneath the ashes I walk
