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Music for the Endtimes Full Album Lyrics

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Music for the Endtimes

(2018)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresBlack Metal
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Lyrics > D > Devil Worshipper Lyrics (12) > Music for the Endtimes Lyrics (9)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2018-11-11)
1. Ablutions (1:32)
2. Spiritual Immanifest (4:52)
So what if we can’t deny
The transient disposition of being?
Concealed beneath, within, without
Compassion - repetition - A fallacy of wrath, as fallible weaving of thorns In the maze of His diadem lasts the motion:

“The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over
again and again, and you with it, oh speck of dust!”

Seclusion! The hammer hits the nail
“So that ‘they may look and see but not perceive,
and hear and listen but not understand”
Derision of being through sight:
We’re but shapeless reflections
Formless in the sea of His mysteries

Fools!

I have such sights to show you
On fertile ground seeds of torment
Will find bearing in your dreamless slumber:
In the garden of fresh we shun light
You will be delighted!
“Consecrate to me every first-born that opens the womb - both man and beast, for it belongs to me”

Fools!

“The advocate of life, the advocate of suffering, the advocate of the circle – you I summon, my most abysmal thought!
Hail to me! You are coming – I hear you! My abyss speaks,I have unfolded my ultimate depth to the light!
Hail to me! Here now! Give me your hand – ha! Let go! Haha! –
Nausea, nausea, nausea – oh no!”
3. Degenerate (4:43)
“Oh blind world full of temptations
A deadly poison in each of thy pleasures!
Deceit, Delusion, Suspicion
Tell all who are never concerned
about this - but who would like to taste the fruits of sweet fowers?
Crazed is he who turns to Thee
if he, for less than nought, loses that possession
which seems to be above all other love and always will be
Therefore …”

Pain, penitence, torment us
Toward this dead congregation
We breathe in the ghastly fumes of their pyres
We breathe out such burning letters;
Laments of crackling fames
Caressing the wound

The sequence of death:
Symmetries squaring the circle
As axioms of being, as refections of “Self”
As fragments of light through shallow water
An ensemble of shadows twitching
And we exhale - we, thus manifest
We - Aether of existence, posthumous exhilarance

“Crazed is he who turns to Thee
if he, for less than nought, loses that possession
which seems to be above all other love and always will be
Therefore… Tell all who are never concerned
about this - but who would like to taste the fruits of sweet fowers?”
4. Fornicating Angel (5:35)
Wound upon wound,
Tattered memoirs of withered frowns
Weaving the veil, constricting the chasm
Permeating torments drenched
In fragments of reality

A journey
A rite, a passing
To none, but Oneself
Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction
Thrusting - stabbing through

“When time’s passage withers you to nothing,
you, who will not feel another’s pain,
you’ve lost the right to call yourself human”
For the vessel has been broken
Laid waste beyond the furnace of your heart
Dissolved through the black fame
In your soulless depths

Rivers through scars, the landscape shifts
Wound upon wound upon memory
Thrusting the chasm - hammer to anvil
Condensing causality

A rite, a passing
To none, but Oneself
Threading through the garden of delights
Where fesh is stranded as ornament of doubt

Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction
Thrusting - stabbing through:
“I once had a lovely dream
In it, I saw an apple tree,
And two of the most beautiful apples hug on it:
They called to me, and I climbed up”

“Your sort have always wanted apples,
Since you saw them in Eden,
And it makes me happy to know,
They grow within my garden”
5. Harlot Flesh (4:42)
Corrupt tree - Apostate!
Taste from thine fruit I shall
Malignant effgy, schemer of dreams,
Purger of restraint, adornment of the wicked
I adore Thee!

As the maggot grows in carrion
So shalt my brood from thee -
Blood shall fow freely to thine roots
May your branches be where the Serpent dwells
Foundations set ablaze, crumbling their world

The pyres remain from before!
Unsettling whispers echo deep from the well
Whose waters we’ll drain; wasted upon His desert
Sinking further - akin to each step
Their prophets took
Toward death
6. Melancholy Loves The Dark (8:21)
“A sword, a sword is drawn for slaughter, burnished to consume
Return it to its sheath! I will judge you.
I will pour out my indignation upon you,
I will hand you over to ravaging men, artisans of destruction.
You shall be fuel for the fre, your blood shall fow throughout the land.
You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken.”

Between us there is naught -
The sum of all motions equals the balance of the world
The ichor flls the wound, the blade carves the map to the stars

My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate
Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing
Between us... melancholy loves the dark

What wordplay should I seek to produce
The same foul odour of your existence?
Your bearing - that of doubt is a burl in the garden
The epicenter of doubtless losness
Between us - it is nil

Abhorrent, dissolute absolute
Castrated disbelief - pummeling the chasm as anvil
Dispelling, ever-growing, hardening

The sum of all motions equals the word of balance
Wounds spewing blades to the luminous
Daggers as mirages in the desert were I thirst
Visions through lesions counted legions

Pouring my indignation upon the fesh cathedral
Where I have lain my seed - fuel for fre
Blood streams - the fres consume
None to be remembered

My complexion lays scarred - an abrasive seer incarnate
Through the symmetries of lesions I take bearing
Between us... melancholy loves the dark
7. Heroin (7:36)
Through the scent of your absence
dancing I will rise
clapping I will come to you
with a rhythm of elation

Then die, I would die
coveting, whence the Devil himself?
If thou wouldst win...

The pain that envy quickeneth
None may escape, even in death
The wheel won’t turn
While leaves are plucked from the tree of life
Abandoned as breadcrumbs in the maze of wisdom
Eroded by the winds of predation
In the desert of His will

In the crossroad of my stigmata
His works are etched in fesh
In the labyrinth of lacerations
Where all roads meet and where all faces
Become as One, His throne remains hidden

None may escape, even in death
The wheel won’t turn

While leaves are plucked from the tree of life
Abandoned as breadcrumbs in the maze of His wisdom
Eroded by the winds of predation
In the desert of His will

“Herewith consider this also;
That thou injurest not him whom thou enviest,
but into thyself thou art thrusting the sword.

Through the scent of your absence
dancing I will rise
clapping I will come to you
with a rhythm of elation I will sink
In the sands of your devouring desert
"Do not think that I have come to bring peace upon earth.
I have come to bring not peace but the sword.”
Words rushed to the winds of doubt
Cast upon the bezel of perdition
Tightening the noose of self-doubt

Through the scent of your absence
dancing I will rise
clapping I will come to you
with a rhythm of elation I will sink
In the sands of your devouring desert
Abandoned in the maze of His Will

“For wherein did Cain injure Abel?”
“If you have nothing when your struggle comes,
How will you struggle? “

Through the scent of your absence
dancing I will rise
clapping I will come to you
with a rhythm of elation I will sink
In the sands of your devouring desert
Abandoned in the maze of His Will
8. Throat Of The False Prophet (7:14)
I tremble, all my bones shatter
As a drunkard, overcomed with excess - fallen
My ears itch from the rattling of their hearts
They too shall be silenced

A plethora of dreams to be dreamt
Of sights to be seen, I have to show them
I am the way, the Truth!

Oh hear thee -

Reap my harvest, the sweetest of grapes
Your will is your father’s desires,
Dine with Him at our table
For your works, your toil
Is our own

The hands that labor are as fsts holding
The noose at the neck of their martyrs
“Yet in like manner these people also,
relying on their dreams, defle the fesh,
reject authority, and blaspheme the glorious ones”

Woe to you - who drinketh wine as blood
For fallacies of disdain will become as daggers
Widening the eyes of seers, prophetising the dawn
Beware - let not thyself be led astray!

A plethora of dreams to be dreamt
A palette of sensations, dilemmas of the fesh
To be held and felt
I am the way, the Truth, I am the Thorn
Burying at his head, drinking his blood

I too ablaze, unburnt - speaking unheard
Weaved into his crown - I am the way
I am the Thorn, melded into his fesh
9. Parish Apothecary (11:53)
"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fre and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.”

Clothed in purple and scarlet, The Empress!
Decked with gold and precious stones
Her bosom - the blade where I rest my lips!

Lest my tongue fail to touch the tonic
Of the Parish Apothecary, her fountain of solace
My dreamless awakening in her sea!

A pariah among the stars -, fated starless aeon
Ye, whose beating hearts echo the hammer
Ye, who whisper through every breath
His name Stark essence, uttering the end – unmanifest!

Enter ye, Odious Malignant – All-ending!

Upon the altar of her womb
Through lawless and dissolute rebirth
Through the matron of discord
Be as Eris granting gifts!

Damnation! Enter Ye!

Thy unheartly fame shall cast the night
Through thine gaze through mine eyes
Runneth through me, blade of damnation!
The refexion of the waters of Ain obscures

Through my dripping essence, your blood!

Stark essence, uttering the end – unmanifest!
Rip through the boundaries of creation
Through each breath His name echoes,
Each heartbeat a step echoing in His halls
Synergies beyond - usher the twilight of time
Saturn, pierce my fesh
10. Requiem Ex Abyssus (7:59)
Question the mystery of god
Weeping within, contemplating…
As a brief moment in the light to be swallowed
By the endless shadow of darkness!

“Then I defy you stars”
The advocate of suffering, The advocate of the circle
You are coming – I hear you!

Clamorous night!
Unholy Night!
All is frenzied!
All is dim!

And all is none, and All is One!

You, Abyss inverted! Spew forth the scarred womb of aberration
Bring forth, relinquish! - You, - the sum of all motions!
Abhorred thirst, let ye be quenched! You - my most abysmal thought!

Father! Thine weapons unsheathed
Beckon my bloodlust, allow me to peruse thy will!
In-between the stars, where Your Decree is adorned
And where I will one day be devoured:

Affiction of fesh - Derision of sense
Begone!

“Oh happy dagger,
This is thy sheath.”
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