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Appalling Ascension

(2017)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresDeath Metal, Black Metal
LabelsOsmose Productions
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Appalling Ascension Lyrics

(7)
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1. Heart Girt with a Serpent (4:12)
2. From Endless Chasms (6:14)
Behold the cauldron of change
The ecstasy of transformation
To see what has never been known
Dar Tariki, Tariqat

By this circle do I become
By this circle do I emerge
Hearing the trumpets’ roar
And angels singing YOUR name

I go now between and beyond
I go now within and without
No transcendence - no resurgence
For as above, so below

He, who is six times great
He, who is just and pure
He, whom the Black Svn gave birth
He, who comforts in unity

Illuminate! Eliminate!
Deconsecrate! Liberate!

From endless chasms I summon thee
BECOME!!!

Solo: A.C.
Solo: M.S.

ZAZAS! ZAZAS!
NASATANADA ZAZAS!

Illuminate! Eliminate!
Deconsecrate! Liberate!

BECOME!!!
3. Poison Fumes (7:38)
I stand before you all
From the deepest pits of ignorance
For I am the bringer of woes
Cast down by the powers that be

A venomous mist dims the path of the ineffable
As they feel the beating of the serpent’s wings
And contemplate HIS seven mysteries in wonder
Mors janua vitae!

Misere mei, Deus
For I am empty of faith
Misere mei, Deus
For I have tasted HIS worm

A flute leads the fools unto the very depths
The vermin grows glorious and insatiable
An occult force that drives forward
The poison fumes that reveal the chains

Open your arms, embrace the fyre
Illumination brings salvation
And your burning flesh shall write “SIN”
In the great halls of the serpent

Inebriated by a ghastly smoke
Kneeled upon the altar of my savior

Misere mei, Deus
For I am empty of faith
Misere mei, Deus
For I have tasted HIS worm

Solo: M.S.

I am empty of faith
I have tasted HIS worm
4. Ateh Gibor Le-olam Adonai (2:39)
Instrumental
5. A Gray Outcast (6:53)
The horizon reveals a formless icon
To whom the light pierces the hands
Stretched out in deepest prayer
Emanating the ancient wisdom

A pale figure, the gray outcast
Who finds solace in suffering
Who seeks disgrace amongst the Holy
And thrives in secrecy, awaiting HIS call

I see the whip and I see the sword
With which HE rules the feeble
Let the stars reveal their fate
And spread the cult of the wound

A pale figure, the gray outcast
The faceless, the merciless, the nil
Rejoice, for IT announces the coming of aeons
And speaking in tongues, summons HIM

I see the whip and I see the sword
With which HE rules the feeble
Let the stars reveal their fate
And spread the cult of the wound

Chants of glory shall be intoned
The continual one shall be praised
In a world of lice, those who seek never find
Drag away the corpses of the blind

See now the great manifestation of HIS will
See now how the waters soar in HIS name
See now how the moon shines HIS might
See now the awakening of the LORD

With hands joined in oration
I submit my flesh in sacrifice

Solo: M.S.

Chants of glory shall be intoned
The continual one shall be praised
In a world of lice, those who seek never find
Drag away the corpses of the blind

See now the great manifestation of HIS will
See now how the waters soar in HIS name
See now how the moon shines HIS might
See now the awakening of the LORD
6. To En (5:59)
The morning star shines
Eclipsing all others in the firmament
From the Black Svn’s fire
The ominous circle is gathered

I CREATE!
All things that gather in between
From above and beyond
Spawning the ghouls of the ancestors

I CREATE!
I UNITE!

Descend to the Inferiors
Of unworthy and sinful nature
Who beseech thee to sanctify its actions
Enlight their path into the EN

I UNITE!
The one, the all, the everything
To reign as a through-thrusting fire
A true worshipper of the Highest

How many bodies have we to pass through
How many bands of demons,
Through how many series of repititions and cycles of the stars
Before we hasten to the One alone?

I CREATE!
I UNITE!

Solo: M.S.

How many bodies have we to pass through
How many bands of demons,
Through how many series of repititions and cycles of the stars
Before we hasten to the One alone?
7. As the Worm Descends (7:55)
Visiting the deepest grounds
Pernicious, disobedient I stand
Blacker than the blackest black,
And the worm descends

Mysterium tremendum et fascinans

Sentient, a glimpse of burning flesh
Shall I hear the silence, and pray unto THEE?
Shall I succumb to Phosphorous, and spit THY venom?
Shall I awake the serpent in Devil’s skin?

Mysterium tremendum et fascinans

Stretch forth thine hands and say:
Great dragon, UNTO ME!
Lawless one, UNTO ME!
Tempter of men, UNTO ME!
UNTO ME!

THOU art the vilest essence of purity
Grant me strength, truth and wisdom
And separate suffering from skin
Hen To Pan!

Hail the apparent order,
For it increaseth the possibilities of chaos
O! Nihil incognitum!

And so the great deceit thrives
And still, rebellious and obstinent I stand,
Forever blacker than the blackest black,
As the worm descends

Solo: M.S.

It is my will!
8. Consecrating His Mark (10:12)
Send thy angels unto me, I beg THEE Saviour
Bless me with THY peaceful sights
Come forth and bleed me
Until all that remains is a servant of THY WORD

Witness the moving of mountains
For it manifests the LORD’s might
Sanctify the hammer’s crush
For it reveals HIS creation through destruction

In manus tuas, Pater,
Commendo spiritum meum
I feast in YOUR faith
Reap the unfathomable harvest

YOUR mark, the sign of an age of glory
Where your reason reigns above all
Under your ecstasy we celebrate your name
Pleroma gathered in unison

Solo: M.S.

Lucifer, excelsior, magnificent
I pray for THY kingdom to come unto me
Celebrating THY wisdom with joy
Alas! The void of voids!

In manus tuas, Pater,
Commendo spiritum meum
I feast in your faith
Reap the unfathomable harvest

Lucifer, excelsior, magnificent
I pray for THY kingdom to come unto me
Celebrating THY wisdom with joy
Alas! The void of voids!

Gloire et louange à toi, Satan, dans les hauteurs
Du Ciel, où tu régnas, et dans les profondeurs
De l'Enfer, où, vaincu, tu rêves en silence!
Fais que mon âme un jour, sous l'Arbre de Science,
Près de toi se repose, à l'heure où sur ton front
Comme un Temple nouveau ses rameaux s'épandront!
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