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Apollyon

(2016)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresBlack Metal, Death Metal
LabelsNuclear War Now! Productions
Album rating :  87.5 / 100
Votes :  2
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Apollyon Lyrics

(6)
Submitted by level Eagles (2016-11-30)
1. Reflections (6:10)
Desert and swirl sleepless, shivering adrift as star scattered sky and sea
Shattered mirrors reflect confusion in countless echoes lost in abysses of fraction distance and love
From the corner of my eye/I sense that which can’t be sensed as myself, known to my only by the absence of Certitude, a ghost haunting the pilgrimage outside of heart

Longing and belonging, witness and the seen
Still as if grasping for their own names as they escape their very lips
And a billion axioms flutter about Moloch’s fire
Like grey lifeless planets circling a scourging suns
Screaming for wahdat al-wujud

Desert stars swirl sleepless, sinking deep into drifting sky and sea.
Reaching the mouth of midnight that has become an opened shell and in aeonic distress therein, shall the strangest of pearls be shaped.
(And suddenly;) In the absence of God is where the heart of God is found
That in this very moment, is pierced by satanic light
Like a terrible secret fallen from Infinity’s tongue
In a single world.
2. Conjuring the Expulsed (7:59)
… And as my limbs laid rotting in the valleys of black and blight,
I saw a burning angel descend from a burning throne
To fill my toothless mouth with its burning blood
And prophesized new life upon my mouldered bones
And I awoke to find; past and future mute and blind
Fucked dead outside the Instant’s wide opened door
And I remembered Eternity as a beastly god
Recollecting itself in the midst of its heart
Swallowing itself as myself as in I
In the shameless drunkenness of Mnemosyne’s wine
In which I can’t possibly discern
Where begins the man and ends the divine

(Se, himlen brister nu upp för Avgrundens tunga
Igenom dina grova ögonlock och lamslagna skam
Våldtäktssol bränner Lagens ordföljd till våldtäktsmening
Hamrar utomförskap in i den ouroboriska cirkelns mitt
Att sjunga den svarta Simurgens spegelbild
Över horisonternas uppskurna lår
Och kedja elementens stönande blickar
Till Mordbrandens extatiska polstjärna)

.:. And the burning I ascended unto a burning throne
From where my lidless eye beheld a burning world
As the flames sang in unison a single terrible word
And nothing else was heard .:.
3. Sol (6:15)
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.

The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a [black] light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror.
Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.

T.S. Eliot.
4. Elemental Crucifixion (8:55)
Amidst these erected concrete wastelands
That your footsteps plow to sow your barren dreams
As well as those stellar shipwrecks flickering afar
That drifts in the idle, perfunctory current of the ages
And amidst this stumbling procession of thoughts and lives,
And worlds and broken fingernails:
DUST
Yes, amidst all this, it came to pass
That Eternity was stolen
And punctuated.

The ABYSS awoke and spoke its’ name
Piercing the breath of the soul and the tissue of time
A steel-eyed Horror nailing History’s scalp
Upon the crooked crux of all destinies aligned

A spark in the alley of dry ash trees
Stretching out into meaningless obscurity
Uprooted and aflame at the end of this grave descent
At the absolute nadir of the firmament

As Everything out from Nothing became Something
Or Something out from Nothing became Everything

The feral winds flee the fetching hand yet
Ever in a moment God bends beneath my tongue
And say:

I AM THAT I AM. AM I THAT I AM. I THAT AM I AM.
THAT I AM I AM. AM THAT I I AM. THAT AM I I AM.
I AM I THAT AM. AM I I THAT AM. I I AM THAT AM.
I I AM THAT AM. AM I I THAT AM. I AM I THAT AM.
I THAT I AM AM. THAT I I AM AM. I I THAT AM AM.
I I THAT AM AM. THAT I I AM AM. I THAT I AM AM.
AM THAT I I AM. THAT AM I I AM. I AM THAT I AM.

Amidst this funeral sty that you claim to be your home
And amidst this yawning chasm of silence that you’ve flooded with your moans
Now – here: Nowhere
Death unlocks like a blazing charm of
Uncoiled. Dawn. Star.
… And traceless lightning
Traceless lightning between all that “must” or “ought”
- IS
5. Apollyonic Enstasis (7:57)
(… And from here it seems that:)
The god in man has murdered mankind
And has drowned all hopes and castrated all doubts
Hacked Adam’s face into valleys of formless dream
Wherein the Abysmal Angel feast
… Upon disputing tongues and fingers counting difference,
Twitching, questioning eyes and impotent phalluses

Clothed in this presence, this chance of existence’ careless circumstance
A mad sun drunk on the blood of every star
Which trample galaxies beneath the monstrous moans of lonely love
As a Will breaching the motion of the worlds

In a single path
In a single word
In a single name
A single noose to hang all gods of shame

And from here it seems that the greatest fear of the living (/dying) is not death
But existence itself, roaring in its tyrannical totality, upon the dying (/living) crowds lost in their hell-mazes of reflection
6. At the Graveyard of Gods (19:51)
Where shall union proceed from its self-sealed cage?
To solitary tread outside a heart swollen with certainty
Beyond this presence, of itself as in I
Crack the pearl and break the curse of One for All
(And All for Northing)

So Apollyon, slit now your wailing throat
And in silence spill forth your name
Into the black skull-cup of the universe
And with your blood wash our dreary footprints all away

Thus I ventured to the graveyard of the gods
Resting place for self-slayed suns
Where the ruins of long forsaken temples lie
That had become shrines of holiest renunciation
To pile the tongues of seven slaughtered swine
Upon the sacrificial pyres of desolation
Yes, “I” was the world that escaped me
As the pearl sank traceless back into the bottomless midnight sea

Like a shattered star as scattered desert sand
Swept adrift by the loneliness of an empty left hand
Towards Irkalla’s self-less lands
Where No One shall return from yet again

“I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God”
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