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Sokushinbutsu
06:35
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Embracing emptiness inside
the churning guts to fight
I'm reaching for eternity
I'm ready for it now
Life was a mere prelude
A detour in physical form
Time to detach and strive to be
A lotus, forever tanned by death
My life concludes, I have my roots
Shugendo and the great Kukai
My love for the mountains
The muses for a sage
The mind controls the path
My body marks the end
Enlightenment at last
By sculpted self-destruction
Embracing emptiness inside
the churning guts to fight
I'm reaching for eternity
I'm ready for it now
Towards Buddhahood in the flesh
End life in complete darkness
in supreme subliminity
transforming towards the spheres of eternity
A thousand days of slow starvation
rejecting further worldly needs
this ultimate act of self-denial
frees me from their tyranny
Increasing movement, excercise
until my every muscle cries
until my mass reduces
and I hear the voice of pain
Chewing the bark of trees
taking in most toxic teas
Becoming a poisonous shell
maggots it shall thus repell
I wither away in no man's sight
my self-chosen crypt, cocoon of death
and when the bell speaks silence
and they'll seal it airtight
Embracing emptiness inside
the churning guts to fight
I'm reaching for eternity
I'm ready for it now
It gets dark, it gets dark
I need nothing, not even air
I don't need this life
This body I no longer bear.
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Starcast the Sarcast
08:34
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(We might as well capitalize on hell
Fascination for the morbid and the macabre
Erect a theme park of repentance
"Collective virtue is a hoax," he sang
And pulled forth the chain with slaves
Who all wept for fooling themselves.)
They walked past a wall which read "I am like you"
They stood beneath clouds with the colour of flesh
A fake priest bid them welcome and talked of sin
One of which was a lie, but both found a hearing
In walks Starcast, nothing left to lose, a lot to say
His tongue set to be cut off: A purse for the Greedmaster
Re-growing afterwards like a rotating procedure
Speechless Jesus says "Hi" to little boy soldiers
They readied their rifles in reply and shot him on the spot
For in Hell all errors are infinite and mandatory for success
Starcast abandoned reason long ago
No time for such luxuries as pity or compassion
Thus he stood up and reported to his Mistress
The one who let be build the Monoliths of Disgust
With words from a blood-clotted alphabet saying:
"We shape our buildings, thereafter they shape us"
Indeed, he saw one such lamentable creature
Once a living human, now a soul in anguish
Bowed down in worship at the foot of disgust
Then absorbed and spat out like decomposed tissue
"My love is for all" said the Mistress
And she gulped down the sad abomination
Starcast turned to her and replied:
"You sound like a Christian!"
She said: "Not so. They become their own punishment.
Only I can digest the indigestable!
My acids are the tools of Nothingness
And Nothingness is the greatest love"
Starcast spoke with dribbeling words:
"Your love must have a lot to offer!"
She said: "Bow down and you shall see"
He said: "Worship's not my cup of tea"
The Mistress said: "This Monolith is a mirror
If those in worship see their True Self
They will become what they deserve"
And Starcast said: "You must be the fairest of them all!"
She said: "Verily. I came in and out unchanged.
I am the Chosen One. Appointed by myself.
I have a wonderful purpose. Do you?"
He said: "I have a wonderful purse with words like worthless currency!"
And thus Starcast became ordained a priest
By the Mistress of the Monolith of Disgust
A servant of the Chosen One pulling forth his chain of slaves,
In his mouth the purse for the Greedmaster. Never failing.
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Ferry Cross the Heresy
07:09
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Charon is my companion
I count his coins and souls
While his boat cuts through the Styx
The voice of Asheron calls
I wade through the waters of blasphemy
And drench all gods in a thousand curses
I bury them all in silence and denial
For they rule in indifference and from afar
The Holy: unattainable
For it is all that man is not
All religion: fallible
Like all that man is
There is nothing... nothing you can do
To evade your linear path
Thou shalt be who thy are
Thou shalt be but a speck in time
Ferry cross the heresy
From one shore to the next
The curse that is your life
Mere dust in your Creator's eye!
I am Charon's companion
I feed on reflections and sounds
Above the faint screams of resistance
Below we set sail to the quiet Everlasting.
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Christian, Christian
08:38
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Christian, Christian
Are you looking like me?
Are we all born equal?
Well it ain't what I see.
Christian, Christian
With you firm belief
In medieval fantasies
What's next up your sleeve?
Christian, Christian
After Jesus' blood you thirst
Once drunk, losing sense
Your sense of dignity goes first
Christian, Christian
With your modern facade
Cherish so-called charity
Though a philantrope you're not
Christian, Christian
Catch a heart and mind
With your false rethorics
Of the greediest kind
Morphing to a different shape
It's all mental virology
While we're prospering towards
A Malthusian catastrophy
Food and fuel depletion
Global moral bankruptcy
Jesus couldn't save himself
And neither you or me
Christian, Christian
'gainst an atheist earth
They demonize Darwin
Clinging on "rebirth"
Christian, Christian
Self-righteous frown
Go walk on water
Like a witch you drown!
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Their Mercy
08:55
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Earthling, surface dweller
Unbeknownst of the greater scheme
There must be greater powers
Beyond the state of wake and dream
I know why we are losing touch
Don't need to believe in anything
Shackled by life in oblivion
The vultures of greed are on the wing
Deity or reality
Patriarch or fatality
Choose whichever of them
Though none will reveal their mercy
Ask the Big One in the sky
But the answers his own to keep
Can you find hope in rhethorics?
While dependend on others, could you sleep?
Fact is: you will die, dissolve
Crumple like books on a shelf
Man was never made for the celestial
Just an anomaly to marvel at itself
Deity or reality
Patriarch or fatality
Choose whichever of them
Though none will reveal their mercy
Divinity is in consciousness:
All we can have but can't see
Knowing life is cruel,
Why should the afterlife not be?
Mere drops in a stream called time
How can we sustain our needs
When everything we strive for
To oblivion where it leads.
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Dreaming of the Underworld
I'm pulled towards the chtonic spheres
Belonging to the guide of souls:
The psychopomp
I saw the fields with olive trees
The sands of vertile red
A funerary cart that was
Led forth by sorrow
No longer "I," for I was Vanth now:
Omnipresent and all-seeing
A companion to Charun
Who guards the door to Hades
Eyes migrated to my wings
They flew towards the task to testify
And watching with bearded snakes
Entwined around those arms
I have seen slaughter and sacrifice,
I have seen massacre and murder,
And I can see the inevitable,
The omnipresent and the lifeless
My torch lights up the darkest corridors
My scroll contains grim destinies
My key gives passage to the door of doors
My sword the voice of a shaman
I was at the sacrifice of Trojan captives
On the grave of Patroclus
Where Achilles' sword spoke most gruesomely
While the sons of Oileous and Telamon beheld
Hate for every day grieved,
Death for every tear shed
Twelve days twelve heads
Eyes cold as bodies
For fear of mortality he became death incarnate
Woe to his captives (but my heart is big)
I awaited them as they turned into vacant shells
Set free for good by Myrmidonian wrath
I wield the sword of the benevolent
Though Charun may be cruel
To anyone undeserving of passage
As his warden hammer judges swiftly
Hades is my realm, I am Vanth
The guide of transition
Dreaming of the Underworld
I fly through air and earth eternally.
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7. |
Black Hole Factory
13:29
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Cosmic chance, the world's creation
Debris from which the Earth was born
Burst in a most hostile manner
Destruction just a forming matter
Man's existence measurable
In Deep Time's awful endless while
By arm's length, so very short:
A stroke of a fingernail's file
And look how much archieved within
Such an unsignificant whim
And look how much has science brought
And what the cost of faith has bought
This is man, in script and word
A mammal flying as a bird
And like a fish beneath the waves
It's space for which it thenceforth craves
On planes of Mars there's exploration
'neath Earth's mountains is a station
Science moves towards the next
Chapter in man's final text
The Large Hadron Collider
Mighty this Man-made machine
And the chances likely
Nothing bigger will be seen
Higgs-Boson wished to detect
Who knows a New Manhattan Project
Financed by the banks of war
In the name of science and lore
They don't know the outcome
Black Hole Factory: A ridicule
Planetary annihilation:
"Totally miniscule"
Welcome to the infernal machine
The bigest man has ever seen
Prosperity goes at a cost
And maybe soon all will be lost
The Large Hadron Collider
Mighty this man-made machine
And the chances likely
Nothing bigger will be seen
We stand, we watch, we wait
They work in their laboratory
Building the Black Hole Factory
The last mankind might ever see.
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Krvorog Croatia
Krvorog ("blood horn") was a two-man side-project between me and Amalgamoth during our time in Ophidian Forest. We recorded
one album which was never released, and there will be no more, so I uploaded it here in 2018 as a "name your price" release because it deserves to be heard. Support is welcome too, because nobody makes money from music these days. Enjoy.
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