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
supported by 19 fans who also own “Bliss Inferno / Le Grand Néant”
The dissonant bleakness of the first track is less weird and more hypnotic than on the second track. That's why I like it a little more. But both songs together make for an extraordinary experience and a journey to the arhythmically beating heart of darkness. mourner