Sunday, May 30, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Wolves In The Throne Room
(A Shimmering Radiance) Diadem Of 12 Stars :
The strength that resides in contemplation
Bathes me in silver starlight
I will lead this beast on a chain of flowers
Fear not the jaws that devour soul
Between two pillars I have sat
Great oxen in the periphery
I ride in full course swift
Through the dark night and the rain pours down
You are a daughter of heaven
12 stars circle your brow
But you do not see them and the rain pours down
Our time in this garden is past
The strength that resides in contemplation
Bathes me in silver starlight
I will lead this beast on a chain of flowers
Fear not the jaws that devour soul
Between two pillars I have sat
Great oxen in the periphery
I ride in full course swift
Through the dark night and the rain pours down
You are a daughter of heaven
12 stars circle your brow
But you do not see them and the rain pours down
Our time in this garden is past
Wolves In The Throne Room
I Will Lay Down My Bones Among The Rocks And Roots :
The torment has ended
The beast has done his work
Great fires rage outside of this wooded sanctuary
But soon they will be quenched by a purifying rain
The embers of the ceremonial fire burn to ash
A new warmth stirs within the center of the earth
I am alone here no more
The wood is filled with the sounds of wildness
The songs of birds fill the forest on this new morning
This will be my new home
Deep within the most sacred grove
The sun god is born anew
I will lay down my bones among the rocks and roots of the deepest hollow next to the streambed
The quiet hum of the earth's dreaming is my new song
When I awake, the world will be born anew
The torment has ended
The beast has done his work
Great fires rage outside of this wooded sanctuary
But soon they will be quenched by a purifying rain
The embers of the ceremonial fire burn to ash
A new warmth stirs within the center of the earth
I am alone here no more
The wood is filled with the sounds of wildness
The songs of birds fill the forest on this new morning
This will be my new home
Deep within the most sacred grove
The sun god is born anew
I will lay down my bones among the rocks and roots of the deepest hollow next to the streambed
The quiet hum of the earth's dreaming is my new song
When I awake, the world will be born anew
Wolves In The Throne Room
Cleansing
Behold all that you now know... evil, evil
Let's to the darkest place we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places
To the clearing in the forest enchanted
Yes, to the darkest place that we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
Know the tune
Jaw bone driven through
The skull of a great foe
Bested with wooden spear
The tip hardened in fire
Bathe in the clear cold stream
Fresh water from the unsullied endless spring that flows from the mountain
We will sing the most ancient song
Spark the fire upon dry tinder
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
Know the tune
Jaw bone driven through
The skull of a great foe
Bested with wooden spear
The tip hardened in fire
Behold all that you now know... evil, evil
Let's to the darkest place we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places
To the clearing in the forest enchanted
Yes, to the darkest place that we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
Know the tune
Jaw bone driven through
The skull of a great foe
Bested with wooden spear
The tip hardened in fire
Bathe in the clear cold stream
Fresh water from the unsullied endless spring that flows from the mountain
We will sing the most ancient song
Spark the fire upon dry tinder
The dance must begin as dusk gathers around
Our skin drum and rattle
Know the tune
Jaw bone driven through
The skull of a great foe
Bested with wooden spear
The tip hardened in fire
Wolves In The Throne Room
Vastness And Sorrow :
Behold the vastness and sorrow of this empty land
A dark and fell rider clad in garments of shadow
Is the lord of this place
A cruel and wanton king,
A priest of a black religion is he
The hoof beat of the rider's steed pound a mournful drumbeat upon the dry cracked earth
To this rhythm the world moves
The sun blasts down upon the earth
Until the soil turns to powder and blows away
Lifeless chaos is the order for the rider has mastered the seasons
Ancient kings cairns now have been defiled
The gates of strongholds long breached left swinging lifelessly in the fetid wind
The pillars of holy places lie dead
He rides day and night
The relentless hoof beats echoes
Behold the vastness and sorrow of this empty land
A dark and fell rider clad in garments of shadow
Is the lord of this place
A cruel and wanton king,
A priest of a black religion is he
The hoof beat of the rider's steed pound a mournful drumbeat upon the dry cracked earth
To this rhythm the world moves
The sun blasts down upon the earth
Until the soil turns to powder and blows away
Lifeless chaos is the order for the rider has mastered the seasons
Ancient kings cairns now have been defiled
The gates of strongholds long breached left swinging lifelessly in the fetid wind
The pillars of holy places lie dead
He rides day and night
The relentless hoof beats echoes
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Eternal life
I hate all of you,
fake friends,
opportunists,
those who constantly talk behind my back,
The cunning and clever, cowardly, sleazy characters who believe I do not understand.Yours is just a blatant and obvious form of fear.I wish you an eternal agonizing and miserable life in the world of people who falsely hate.
fake friends,
opportunists,
those who constantly talk behind my back,
The cunning and clever, cowardly, sleazy characters who believe I do not understand.Yours is just a blatant and obvious form of fear.I wish you an eternal agonizing and miserable life in the world of people who falsely hate.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Isis "threshold of transformation"
i've arrived city of lucid dreams
before me a building looms caked in inky grime
the act unknown actor in sleep here i enter, and here i see the circle and bones made in haste
winds to anoint the faithful
amorphous specter turns from old to new rests in faith beside me we wait for the quiet fire to be born and there it is embodied by a boy
his voice small and grey whispers smoke to the chosen
upon our heads he places crowns sewn with hiss and higher tones
the boy presses whispers into her and they bathe in valley's pale rain
before me a building looms caked in inky grime
the act unknown actor in sleep here i enter, and here i see the circle and bones made in haste
winds to anoint the faithful
amorphous specter turns from old to new rests in faith beside me we wait for the quiet fire to be born and there it is embodied by a boy
his voice small and grey whispers smoke to the chosen
upon our heads he places crowns sewn with hiss and higher tones
the boy presses whispers into her and they bathe in valley's pale rain
Isis "20 minutes/40 years"
tendrils extend from the cloudy black mass
they slither and slide through the ones and zeroes prophecy of collapse unfolds last grain of sand spirals down the hole
chance has graced me with a gift grasp at gold before the dark descends sun beats down and panic reigns in this time of endings
eyes are shut, feet are bare for this journey i'm unprepared
i walk on sight renewed seek new life i seek new life walk on
seeking her, the one i wish to see she wanders the outer lands from the grasp of wolves i will pluck her
twin arteries flow with the pulse of one mighty heart
they slither and slide through the ones and zeroes prophecy of collapse unfolds last grain of sand spirals down the hole
chance has graced me with a gift grasp at gold before the dark descends sun beats down and panic reigns in this time of endings
eyes are shut, feet are bare for this journey i'm unprepared
i walk on sight renewed seek new life i seek new life walk on
seeking her, the one i wish to see she wanders the outer lands from the grasp of wolves i will pluck her
twin arteries flow with the pulse of one mighty heart
Isis "stone to wake a serpent"
we four, bound by blood standing in the crossroads
on the underside of the world waiting our turn
here we see coiled serpent black and baking in the sun
stone is flung serpent wakens arrow of poison pierces our hearts
teeth sink into tender flesh lightning strikes, too fast to see
we seek succor for the stricken pleas met with spiteful laughs
slow advance, not to stir the poison its course fast and merciless
merciless, merciless
in vast halls, buried in hurried hordes no help found here, only dreadful tears
on the underside of the world waiting our turn
here we see coiled serpent black and baking in the sun
stone is flung serpent wakens arrow of poison pierces our hearts
teeth sink into tender flesh lightning strikes, too fast to see
we seek succor for the stricken pleas met with spiteful laughs
slow advance, not to stir the poison its course fast and merciless
merciless, merciless
in vast halls, buried in hurried hordes no help found here, only dreadful tears
Isis "hand of the host"
it is here that vice indulged bleeds the living of their trust
hand of the host extended from his fingers dangles scented flesh
bodies offered spun from infant minds perfect in their empty conception
to be devoured by my lustful heart i am commanded "do as thou wilt"
through the halls i am lead following i am lead
'writhe and gnaw each other's flesh'
he lies uncovered this ancient man of bristle and bone hoary and unwashed his lonely soul
fills the room
our reverie lays broken on the floor cast him out into the throngs into unholy laughter
hand of the host extended from his fingers dangles scented flesh
bodies offered spun from infant minds perfect in their empty conception
to be devoured by my lustful heart i am commanded "do as thou wilt"
through the halls i am lead following i am lead
'writhe and gnaw each other's flesh'
he lies uncovered this ancient man of bristle and bone hoary and unwashed his lonely soul
fills the room
our reverie lays broken on the floor cast him out into the throngs into unholy laughter
Isis "ghost key"
it's cold snowing blue light dusk settles
a fire burns with failing light against the growing darkness
bending over the dying flames you were with me then as always
through the fluttering veil of frozen blue a hooded figure cuts its path
to cleave the night in two
pull its outer husk from its body and the rest escapes
and there upon the ground the remnants of our struggle
this is the ghost key
a fire burns with failing light against the growing darkness
bending over the dying flames you were with me then as always
through the fluttering veil of frozen blue a hooded figure cuts its path
to cleave the night in two
pull its outer husk from its body and the rest escapes
and there upon the ground the remnants of our struggle
this is the ghost key
Isis "hall of the dead"
the great stone walls rise above our heads, cold and sad pale light, a dusty veil
the sun makes its way in destitute, weak you're at my side again faithful guide unfailing, here we stand among the others the living among the
dead
veins still flowing full lungs filled with white light
push forward lifeless bodies swept aside they are on us cast a net of armor over our heads hide our life lest it be lifted from us
we must leave this place of deathly decay
don't look back, press on
the sun makes its way in destitute, weak you're at my side again faithful guide unfailing, here we stand among the others the living among the
dead
veins still flowing full lungs filled with white light
push forward lifeless bodies swept aside they are on us cast a net of armor over our heads hide our life lest it be lifted from us
we must leave this place of deathly decay
don't look back, press on
Saturday, May 8, 2010
scorn and revulsion
not well healed microfractures
staring at the ceiling
temples flying time
mad like moths banging on glossy transparent walls
once again into the pit
hands crapped
headedness
a flood of platitudes
forced to swallow the mathematicity of common's minds
subject to reviews of those who do not understand
the disgust you feel for everything and everyone
the repulsion of touch
what we persist to call humanity
animals do not look at each other for dignity
commonly called the submission
is instead a deadly and fierce independence
and a spirit of no adaptation there is no progress there is no evolution
only a lucid detachment from the world
staring at the ceiling
temples flying time
mad like moths banging on glossy transparent walls
once again into the pit
hands crapped
headedness
a flood of platitudes
forced to swallow the mathematicity of common's minds
subject to reviews of those who do not understand
the disgust you feel for everything and everyone
the repulsion of touch
what we persist to call humanity
animals do not look at each other for dignity
commonly called the submission
is instead a deadly and fierce independence
and a spirit of no adaptation there is no progress there is no evolution
only a lucid detachment from the world
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Coil Heartworms
Oooooooh
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
Oooooooh
Demons generally enter in
Demons generally enter in through my ears
I don't like what I hear
I don't like what I hear
I don't like what I see
I don't like what I see
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me
Liars through my eyes
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
Can't get enough to numb me
Can't get enough to numb me
Can't get enough to numb me
Can't get enough to numb me
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
Demons generally enter in through my ears
Demons generally enter in through my ears
Each beat feeds the heartworms
Each beat feeds the heartworms at the heart of me
At the heart of me
There's too much blood in my alcohol (Can't you get enough to numb me?)
There's too much blood in my alcohol (Can't get enough to numb me)
There's too much blood in my heart
In my heart (It's preventing coagulation)
I'm faithful that this stagnation's feeding my heartworms
Feeding the heartworms
The demons generally enter in through my ears
It all feels off of me
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me, over the old me
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
Oooooooh
Demons generally enter in
Demons generally enter in through my ears
I don't like what I hear
I don't like what I hear
I don't like what I see
I don't like what I see
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me
Liars through my eyes
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
Can't get enough to numb me
Can't get enough to numb me
Can't get enough to numb me
Can't get enough to numb me
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
There's too much blood in my alcohol
Demons generally enter in through my ears
Demons generally enter in through my ears
Each beat feeds the heartworms
Each beat feeds the heartworms at the heart of me
At the heart of me
There's too much blood in my alcohol (Can't you get enough to numb me?)
There's too much blood in my alcohol (Can't get enough to numb me)
There's too much blood in my heart
In my heart (It's preventing coagulation)
I'm faithful that this stagnation's feeding my heartworms
Feeding the heartworms
The demons generally enter in through my ears
It all feels off of me
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me
Ghosts vomit over me, over the old me
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
This knife's gonna make some young woman a fine husband
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