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TypeStudio Full-length
GenresBlack Metal, Experimental
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Zeroes Lyrics

Submitted by level Rousseau (2015-12-18)
1. Purge Me Satan (21:26)
Never stopped staring at all these waves inside you. It is your gaze that keeps you afloat.

Multiple personalities that feed a hungry God are never really aware that they are Satan.

I have yet to awake from this lifelong quest of classifying the feelings that kill unreal thoughts of denial.

Purge Me SATAN!

Too long have these peasants ruled the earth for an eternity.

I have yet to taste the bitterness of reality.

Bleeding inside a womb can render one too confused.

These are the teardrops of a beautiful future.

The Devil is evermore, Evil is everywhere, Everything else is but disguises of evil.
I have turned my back on the path.

Inhaling the smoke that which once was the void I've come to be left off to slumber; I was but used.

Drink from the fountain of uncertainty.

I have the power to slow off the universe but never will I stop hating chaos for cosmos.

Slaves will never rise above.

Always to blame are the cruel masters with whom we have chosen to enslave ourselves forever to Him.

Night will fall upon our hale.

The Devil is evermore, Evil is everywhere, Everything else is but disguises of evil.

The dark mother must get ambush raped before she can teach The Moirai, for she will inevitably perceive the great disparity as the blooded do. By then we will also know that we are the ones who will too.

As all sprouts of the great decadence, we shall only convert ourselves. Through the pinnacle of cosmic futility; the hourglass, one can see that its essence is cancer.

Fire the dragon breathes, tells us of human nature; the slithery can form such fear from the proximity to earth. The same fear that breeds their light onto the celluloid of the mind, as the demon of the skies. They are ancient symbols of our only hope.

Night and day we pasturage the flame, we struggle hard to make it gray, but its black, oh so black. Night and day we struggle hard to pray, pray for some illusion of cosmos to be their slave, and nothing, not even its womb can be of any aid.

Stop this illusion of love and spare me a dark cloud to swell with my hate. Not that it would work without the fuel of blood and semen turned piss.

Staring back at someone while I'm turning back on Satan renders me another victim of cause. Fuck the cause and all its manifestations in abuses of little children in their wombs.

Through the hourglass one can see that the essence of time is human futility. So it is written, so we shall speculate. Bring forth the past, the endless inquisition shall begin. Through times never existed mercy we shall gather the force needed.
To find back the pain lived is real, and polarizing the unreal thoughts of denial we begin to exterminate the future. They say it is a curse, we say it is all I wish to be!

I am suicide.

I am a fool.

I am but a fool of the day.

Take me for granted and abuse my time, for I will punish myself with incoherence and passivity.

Through times of war our collective consciousness have swirled into a hate so subliminal that we started to genocide future children.

Take me for granted and abuse my love, for I will punish yourself with my reflection on the excrements of cannibalistic lovers.

Through times of religion our wish to be our sources have gathered an impeccable strength of ignorance.


They are all that there is.

They are all that they are.


They are all murderers.

They are all they can be.

Raping the newborn is the autocratic prophecy or the proclaimed hypothesis. Nightmares have just begun when searching for a hidden genesis in the pillars of pastime. If you make the one mistake you will find your way to heaven, because hell is reserved for the infertile.

You have forgiven centuries of darkness out of your falsely proclaimed sacrilege turned soul draftiness. The confusing storms of false prophecies and allies entering your unfinished equations are enough stagnation in your trivial pursuing of the classification of the black energy. Let us ask the very question in the gates of time; what exactly is the destruction of a divine relationship?
2. Seven Zeroes (21:52)
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