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I - The Serpent

(2016)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresBlack Metal
LabelsOsmose Productions
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Lyrics > L > Liber Null Lyrics (6) > I - The Serpent Lyrics (6)
Submitted by level 12 MasterChef (2018-08-14)
1. The Unrepenting Son (8:17)
Save all your children, disown but one.
The blessed by horns, the unrepenting son:
he sinned of pride, of gazing high and stare into the saviour's eye.
He raised his staff with tears of rage
and swore the eight paths of the mage.
Hail denigration of the clean, sanctification of sin;
a fist for every other cheek, a well of flowing lust,
the scar into the heavens, the iconoclast.
Hail the enemy of human salvation, unborn and undead; supreme
obliteration.
The stone and the gallows will be his communion, blood and sand will be
his resting place.
For none have seen the light of perdition! For none walking the earth have seized him!
Save all your children, disown but man himself.
Cantus firmus: Ave Satana.
2. Below and Beyond (4:13)
Black and deep, the orbits of the skull. The conscience of the dead, the incense of the soul.
He dreams within dark chambers. Once a king, now lost in the dark. His empire burned to the ground, his hatred still seeping in.
Death's image: the orbits of the skull. They stare unto us all, they share a
path once lost.
He dreams within dark chambers. Once a king, now lost in the dark. His
empire burned to the ground, his hatred still seeping in.
We speak his name, a malignant curse to forever resound.
We speak his name, a malignant curse to forever resound.
Full of blood, the orbits of the skull.
We swear our oaths against the stars.
A malignant curse.
To forever resound.
3. Dereliction (6:18)
Both man and animal, the fruitful trees, the standing stone: cursed to fall
aside, to wither to the bone.
Thus is the demiurge will, most cruel of all,
from the temple of the I till all universes will fall.
Enemy of serpents, the denier of all light, born from the entrails of
darkness: generator of life.
Such is the ultimate curse upon this earth and all corners of cosmos,
feeding from the impotence of the spirit:
yet to be revered by eating the flesh of your own ruler.
Such is the apple's venom to be spit unto man
and his own breed, the supreme proof of disgust.
And such is the lack of salvation in the act of death.
By man's own hands, the embodiement of thraldom.
Yet to be revered by eating the flesh of your own ruler.
Both man and animal, the fruitful trees, the standing stone: sentenced to
be destroyed, they all will be gone. Yet to be revered by eating the flesh
of your own ruler.
A call upon the demiurge to get rid of dissolution, receiving as an
answer the supreme weight of dereliction.
4. Unholy Cosmogony (8:05)
The earth calls. The stars resound.
From the heart of the cold ground, to the staring eyes of cosmos.
The axis of reality collapses.
Unholy cosmogony, a wicked rite of deconstruction.
Hissing Cakravartin - with flaming eyes,
his bones are sulphur, his blood, our wine.
Earth. Sky. Lucifer. Deathcult salivating
on the feet of the maker.
With vigorous pounding the drums of uncreation will reach the heavens.
Hear: the gates will be opened. I now eat my own eye:
Imago mundi.
His bones are sulphur, his blood, our wine.
Thus ends the descending path of mankind. Here at his throne.
Truth is disclosed in a whirlwind of ash.
Truth is disclosed in a lifeless sight.
Truth is disclosed in the absence of God.
Truth.
His bones are sulphur, his blood, our wine.
5. The Heretic's Tongue (5:20)
The flesh burns - melting halo of light.
Stars descend from the lowering sky.
Unholy rain of a fallen universe. Over the ashes of this dead body.
Consummatum est.
Let the soul cut these mortal ties. Let her ascend, let her descend, let her
absorbe the whole.
A maelstrom made of pure spirit, pointing towards the seal of the
unknown.
Secrets untold, unveiled by human sacrifice.
Secrets untold, black as the Devil's blood.
Earthbound! See dimensions through the fireflies spreading from your own
ashes.
Born of serpent fire! Death itself would not face the pyre.
The empty cauldron of life and the venomous weeds.
Open the gates!
Sworn to the highest, inhaling the end through whirls of flame.
Secrets untold, cast in gallows and crows.
Secrets untold, black as the heretic's tongue.
6. I - The Serpent (8:56)
I sit on the usurper's throne. I see through here and beyond.
I am the cracks on the altar of stone. I lay where their war has been won.
I hide under his divine dome. Nourishing a fire long gone.
I - the serpent.
I bled on Abraham's domain. My blood, the blackest of rains.
I live through the offspring of Cain.
I - the serpent.
The hiss of the eruption, the red desert's sand.
The marks of corruption all formed by my hand - I live on.
I am the primeval fire. I lead death over the pyre.
To walk again to a future so dire.
I - the serpent.
This hiss of the eruption, the red desert's sand.
The marks of corruption all formed by my band - I live on.
(Ave Lucifer)
To be fed again from the breast of the impure.
The structure of cosmos will no more endure - I live on.
This temple of dead flesh will soon pass us by.
Like cataclysms, ruin, with no reasons why.
And slough off the earth to leave nothing but I - the serpent.
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