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Naturam terrestrem abole,
Barathri ignes transgredere,
Ascende ad in-creatum,
Et uni te ipsum Chao.
In aeternum sumus Precaria.
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PRECARIA - Ex Abyssia
09:09
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Dominus inversus, sic transit mors ego.
Laudate creatio, laudate interitus.
Aqua - terra - ignis - aura
On poisoned flesh I reside, in soil I decay.
My Soul is part of the "Source" (primal Oneness).
The wind brings to me a chthonic end,
Forever transfigured in God: supreme Void of Death.
...And now unleash the self-devouring beast.
I burn my soul with Theion in self-immolation.
Embraced by the Fires of Transformation.
I descend to the Abyss and calcine my layers of clay.
I despoil myself from "flesh" and rise from spiritual precariousness.
Maldito sea el día en que la patética raza humana se multiplicó como plaga,
y más maldita la doctrina religiosa que esconde su verdadero rostro
tras un velo sostenido por ciegos.
El enfermo se arrastra frente a la iglesia pidiendo limosna,
pero dentro "predican y no practican", alimentan a su padre: la Avaricia,
y saliendo se revuelcan en la inmundicia. ¡Hipócritas!
Ex abyssia, profunda atrissima...
The descension to the Abyss is the ascension to Divinity.
Ex abyssia, mors atrissima...
The purge of the Spirit is attainable through Death.
For you are all Dust, and to Dust you will return.
Regina nigra lux maxima - suprema divina est.
Theion!
In pale skin we descend.
With black wings we ascend.
As one with Chaos we transcend.
Ex abyssia, profunda atrissima...
The descension to the Abyss is the ascension to Divinity.
Ex abyssia, mors atrissima...
The purge of the Spirit is attainable through Death.
For you are all Dust, and to Dust you will return.
On poisoned flesh I reside, in soil I decay.
My soul is part of the "Source" (primal Oneness).
The wind brought to me a chthonic end,
Forever transfigured in God: supreme Void of Death.
I am the infinite Light. (Ain Soph Aur)
Black for he who sees from white.
And bright for he who "in solivagance" dwells in dark.
Oh black fire, path of my desire.
Surrender to the Noxvoid, drink from the Ophidic Venenum,
Submerge into Nigredo, achieve the state of Prima Materia.
Del abismo, la mas negra Muerte en su veneno me sumerge.
...And now I pierce existence with the envenomed sword of death.
My time has come to dethrone the self-proclaimed god.
"I'm the Void incarnated, the omniversal God."
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Las religiones son la ceguera de la humanidad,
la humanidad es huérfana y en su debilidad crea fantasías miserables.
Los órganos de la iglesia que son representados como
las autoridades eclesiásticas deben ser acribillados,
la jerarquía de la iglesia debe ser desmembrada.
Tanto el mas psicópata obispo como el mas ignorante feligrés...
La mancha negra de la ignorancia, teñida con forma de santo...
La denigrante peste, mendigando entre la gente con nombre de "salvación"...
¡Maldita monja! La "magdalena" contemporánea, la zorra de la iglesia.
Y malditos sus hijos bastardos quienes se percatarán de que no hay
tal celibato ni tal santidad.
La única corona de espinas la carga la humanidad...
(Traficando los órganos de la iglesia...)
...Derrama desgracia en cada penetración que hace,
escurre de perdición a cada ser que la toca,
envuelve en un aura de podredumbre a quien la porta.
(Decapita la falsa doctrina de la iglesia...)
¡La verdadera corona de espinas es la misma religión!
Oh dios mundano, fornicado seas.
Vierto tu sangre violada en la "divinidad" malformada.
Latígo a la víctima que de mesías fue disfrazada.
Y con omnipotencia yo mismo porto la luz verdadera.
Nigraluminiscencia...
Veni, veni dominus, dominus lux ferre...
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Precaria vida inútil humana...
Plagada de ignorancia con sus dogmas se humilla.
Desangrada observa sus heridas y atenta contra la cruz.
Ve hacia el camino de discordia y sáciate con el mal...
Magna deicidae opus nigrum est.
La obra negra...
¡La obra negra deicida!
¡Maldita iglesia, malditos "santos", maldita doctrina!
Sacrifica tu vida como homenaje a la aversión.
Las masas deben incarse ante la anti-religión que predomina.
¡Corona tus actos como la gran obra negra deicida!
¡Muerte al falso dios!
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Disinherit the fetters of Eve,
in a grand, mercurial unraveling
May the abysm-borne, zenith-bound tower
be how the fallen arise
to descend, as a guillotine,
upon the neck of treason manifest
Zodiacal bastard of the vortex Pandorum,
Death is thy birthright!
My downward ascent through a burning spire
of spirit and flesh intertwined
is a spear into the iris of a twice-descended spiral eye
and a guillotine upon the neck of treason
Manifest...
Flaw of flesh, vessel of brass, pall of Ain
Become dawn of Dis’s inheritance!
Her body is a skeletal oasis,
wherein my essence is defleshed
Like a never-flowing stream
Liberated to transform - to transcend
Ascend - Below, thee ascend!
Know we were sent to the Earth with dissent!
Ascend...
(Interlude I: “Conitor Kaosendo Somnium”)
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The relation of a ray to it’s source –
the most cogent example of emanation
Distinct forms of a common substance form relations
All else is incinerated
A glare in stained-glass traumaspheres
Shine Hell through windows into paradise
Raised hands which strain to grasp and domineer,
reach and then are seared
by the radiance of a feral, narcotic dawnfeast
Vengeance or forgiveness...
To the flames, it makes no difference
In the symmetry of sin and grace,
Slaves astray. . . so limited
to the Inferno of fury and bliss
Icons of the Uncreated Light
In the shade of which I will find
freedom through death
and thus, freedom from life...
Drowning the glacial in seas of their melting deceit
Thawing the frost of my black heart with white flame
The incendiary javelin of my adversarial spirit ascending
rips the firmament, delivering a fatal wound
Atavistic antithesis
All existence nullified in the Void
Inferno!
Forge for me a blade, so I may cut through this dense, untamed maze
Inferno!
Guide my hand to where throats of parasite jackals wait
Inferno!
Brand me with your name so all may know thee when I storm their gates
Inferno!
Drown me, in the end, into the source from whence all emanates
(Interlude II: “Le Grand Néant”)
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Before order and entropy
From chaos unto dust and everything in between
After a phosphorescent emanation
Thrives the immortal source of transformation...
Light beyond dark
Darkness beyond light
Let us go out into the fields,
where seven lamps light wreaths of dried amaranth,
exiled evermore - Awaken, sons of Lucifer!
(Metamorphosis via gnosis of Theion)
Radiate serene and manifest as an assassin
A catalyst of havoc and death!
Eons make no mark on eternity
For in the lungs of Hexen Segen breathes...
The desolating heir to Chaos’ stolen throne!
Air and fire’s all-consuming, volatile culmination
Sulphur, mercury, arsenic
Sinistral alchemical poison-as-panacea!
Under the wings of Icarus,
coursing through zephyr winds,
in the narcotic veins of Lilitu...
To wield the knife of Non
To carve my name into the heart of God
I breathe, not to inhale life,
but to exhale death unto eternal night
Create to negate profanation
Liberation, in the name of...
METAMORPHOSPHOROS
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Through thy morbid visions I arose,
in ghastly nightmares, in despair...
The seer of all your hopes,
horned prophet of your dreams...
Behind the burning skeleton of a chapel
rise the spirits of the flame.
Inflexible will of thy blackest might;
heralds of the End.
Barren lifeless dreams of Jesus...
Ashes of your empty faith...
"Ab igne ignem"
Praise the sulphur halls of the Deep.
In the scorched coffin of Jericho,
lie the ashes of your rotten faith.
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Twilight archways of heaven's gates
are wrapped in blackest fire.
Virgin divinity now gone and broken...
Nothing left behind the back of God.
Whirling chaos spheres and reign of death.
Divine screams of fallen angels,
prophetic sign of universal end.
I stand on a pile of wingless bodies;
God will reap as he has sown.
Oh, old man in clear-white clothes
with a fading nimbus above the head:
For how long can you stand before shining crystal darkness
looking as your servants fall in agony?
What is the reason for you to exist?
When i stand in the ashes of your temples.
Angels, silent beholders of your final fall
now lay frozen and forgotten.
The new era has finally come:
Nothingness, chaos, total death.
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Dying in the realm of the living,
I was born in the kingdom of the dead.
Into the fathomless worlds of darkness...
I will become the eternal coldness.
The witnesses of all four directions
have been convoked for a final ceremony.
Charcoals of the black flame
will be blown out by the coldness of my presence.
Predecessors of life;
their whisperings are the revelation of eternity;
black shadows are calling me into the reality of dreams.
I am the burning pentacle.
I am wandering through the invisible abysses;
blaze of the soul illuminates my way.
The mind is not imperious here
and the world does not yield to be defined.
Into the fathomless worlds...
I shall become the eternal coldness.
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I, Voidhanger Records Italy
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