Vader De Profundis Trystero is the name of the oldest conspiracy in the world which started off in the early XIII century and has supposedly survived until our times. In modern times the Trystero couriers used waste bins to pass their secret messages. The main aim of the organization was undermining of all official power in all its guises. Trystero is reported to have been active in America for the past 200 years, but no definite evidence has ever been found. Silent Empire We await the silent empire The timeless domain of disinherited ones We do believe in silence All that is hidden and hushed serves our quest The spaceless kingdom of ones that expect The nameless worshippers of future to come When the courier's sign glimmers in the dark We rise our eyes in wait Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn We wish to disremember the defeated cause Lost in the maze of the world We restlessly seek way out and up To evil towers, to another fall from grace into pride There in the world they think they conspire How pitiful seems their toil and plot We drop out letters into waste bins in the streets And gather to read the words of those who concoct Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn The empire, it is in us The horn, there you can see The message, this should come soon Trystero, the name we behold We're from the outer empire Our heads - that's where it dwells Our hearts - that's where it ripens Our hopes - that's where it reigns You'd better never antagonize the horn We await the silent empire In the so-called "Enochion" system of Magick, the 10th Ethyr (a non-dimensional sphere of the Astral) named ZAX is the place where the Psychonaut must meet and battle CHRONZON, a deamon-god to some, yet an illusory non-entity to others. This devil of Dispersion is the guardian of the Abyss, the Dweller of the Threshold, and the Gate itself, thus identical with YOG-SOTHOT of H. P. Lovecraft's mythos. An Act Of Darkness An act of darkness is in us Holy times and sacred season sites Oh, black hole empty God Let them devour their own light An elevenfold cross eclipse Symmetric fourness not to be found Brightness protons vibrate outside The 10th Aire very unGod Blind larvae of moonlight souls Trapped in the saliva of Times Root their lairs in mucus of the void A name of none and nothing An elevenfold cross eclipse Symmetric fourness not to be found Brightness protons vibrate outside The 10th Aire very unGod A non-form of all-forms is The paradox of the Highest Monads Haughty Lords, Gehenna below Govern those who govern An elevenfold cross eclipse Symmetric fourness not to be found Brightness protons vibrate outside The 10th Aire very unGod And was not Man created from the blood of Kingu, commander of the hordes of the Ancient Ones? Does not Man possess in his spirit the seed of rebellion against the Elder Gods? And the blood of Man is the blood of vengeance. And the blood of Man is the Spirit of vengeance. And the power of Man is the power of the Ancient Ones. And this is the Covenant. (Of the Forgotten Generations of Man - taken from "The Magan Text") Blood Of Kingu We - from the blood of the dead We're burning with fury and hate Bloody vengeance still growing in us Waiting for mighty lords who'll praise again Cry of the dreaming-dead Still existing in my head They are spawn of the lords And venom of the evil gods Through the caverns of the earth the creep Still waiting for the right time They revolt against the holiness Leading me the mighty realm of madness Primal lords Eternal creatures of the earth Moved before the upcoming revolt Listen to your sickest dreams Awakening of the fallen is written in us Secular war Among the giants of universe And race of man created in hate Lead your thoughts beyond the time And wake up the ancestry of our entity Distant worlds Abominations unaffected Waiting for the rebirth of the ancient race All creatures of darkness arise I open my mind for coming of the lords The nephilim (Hebrew for 'giants' or 'the Fallen Ones') of the ancient Jewish legends are just distraction of what cults of Sumer and other old civilisations refer to - a race of partly divine, partly organic, so to speak, creatures from the Outside, be it other worlds or another planet. Almost all prime great cultures teach that these beings provided the mankind with the godly spark of wisdom, both mundane (like agriculture) and mystical and that they and people were severely punished for that Promethean rebellion by forces trying to hold the mankind in the state of animal-like state of blissful ignorance. Yet the seed was sown for us to flourish. Incarnation A soul in blackness once enslaved Reaching an outer dimension To get my unrest slayed Wisdom ideas in seven steps I saw them flying, falling, dying Immortal till the strength's come Dipped in pains of disdain Humbling themselves until dawns An outer space, inconceivable Forbidden regions for the mortal ones You find out the mysterious way And touch the beginning of time before the light I saw them flying, falling, dying Immortal till the strength's come Dipped in pains of disdain Humbling themselves until dawns Magick triumphers whisper with drone Of their victory, napping through the ages A cipher of books of no return To bring you near by their calm Ritual dementia hour to be higher Prenatal atavism exploding again Phantasmagorial ones awakening To lay their power onto me I saw them flying, falling, dying Immortal till the strength's come Dipped in pains of disdain I saw them falling down To ancient Egyptians no star, except for the Sun, was more important than SOTHIS (SIRIUS). Robert Temple in his "Sirius Mystery" tells us much about spiritual and mundane influences of the very complex symbolism of this starry emblem, tracing its cult to the pre-Egyptian sources. Sothis was a star of many gods, standing for Isis, Osiris, or even daemonic Seth. Modern occultists, especially Kenneth Grant (the head of Typhonian O. T. O.), name its influence as very important and identify it with the current of the present age, Eos of Horus, Crowned and Conquering Child, yet with the Sethian element still present and valid. A slightly different account on this great enigma may be found in a fascinating "Cosmic Trigger" by R. A. Wilson. Sothis No more a thing I knew... transformed - transfigured Transcended... in an endless progress cycle DNA metamorphosis... of the dying cells Into something that will last... last forever Immortal... my soul... alone under... The cracking skies... on trembling Earth Closing the eye... of blinding Sun WHO AM I? - a question... already answered I am who I am... no less, no more Destined to be... never to extinct Remaining after... everything dies Remaining... a Dog Star's Son... beyond the Sun For ever... and more The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. From the dark stars they came before the Man was born, unseen and loathsome they descended to primal Earth. Beyond the gate dwell now the Old Ones, not in the spaces known unto Man, but in their angles betwixt them. Outside Earth's plane They linger and ever await the time of their return, for Earth has known Them and shall know Them in time yet to come. After day cometh night, Man's day shall pass, and They shall rule where They once ruled. ("Al Azif" The Book of Dead Names) Revolt The mighty lord of universe That moves the stars above Hearken and remember Your spawn of race of men ... Here is the key IA - to set the madness free Ruler of the underworld Who came from blackened stars I hear you in my dreams Your voice is calling me again I am the lord of darkness The power and the knowledge of the gods Before me was made nothing that was made I am the ancient race I feel forgotten world Where only madness dwells And all the creatures Hail the name of Kingu I am the lord of hell No man may seek my resting place Before me was made nothing that was made I am the father of the race Forbidden caverns in the ground filled with the evil spawn Still waiting for the prophesied revival And when collapsed stars come into sight They'll rise up to rule the Earth again 'cause they're rulers of the world Lunatic screams inside your mind tear your souls apart You're the chosen one to join your primal being The ultimate revolt like transformation of the form Will bring to ruin the Nazarene's empire 'cause you are rulers of the world Of Moon, Blood, Dream And Me [I wonder what happened to the lyrics of Of Moon, Blood, Dream And Me. They're missing from the inlay card of my cassette...] Another Enochian theme is inspired by A. Crowley's book bearing the same title, where the Beast recorded what he saw and heard during the desert operations in 1909. The visions consitute almost a complete map of the Astral, including the most unreachable Regions of the Spiritual. Each vision literally sparks with intensity of expression that is powerfully impressive even to the uninitiated and profane. The influence of "Vision and the Voice" can be clearly seen in all occult masterpieces Crowley wrote after 1909, for its content summarize the Arcanas of all mystical, mythological, and religious emblems. Vision And The Voice Raising my head to yell my life out Standing naked, strained as a dying worm With body of light gleaming with my disquiet With myriads of stars not-to-be-seen Here to cry the glassy anguish Of souls dwelling in darkness that fell My throat is DAATH, the seal is breaking ZONAI screaming the vows of frozen winds Of shapes winged - we should be left behind We, lightnings turned into pillars Torn into shreds, in stillborn screams Trembling with woes of fiery cycles PAZ - to be as they Yea, I say, to be as they An oath and order to be heard A sigil and cypher to be seen OL SONUF VAORESAJI And that's the truth, you will taste it Aetheric dimensions of cocoon sleepers Waters, Earthes and Fyres not given to us Mumbling the calls of Aires alone Laying the tablets carved in flesh Demons to some, Angels to others... (Clive Barker's "Hellraiser") Reborn In Flames Comes the time of fear and pain The human race is bleeding away! The earth covered by ashes and flesh Dying in terrible decay Freezing winds freezing it all What fire hasn't burnt Blackened blood flooding the graves Messiah will never return! Unholy words of ancient prophecy Now come true - the dead rise from hell... Toxic storms attack from the sky Spreading the light of deadly pleasure Nuclear mutants buried alive In blasting dust of dying world Atomic falls putrefy human brains The living dead creep in bloody bog The lord of hate was awaken by death Before you die, can see the end! All will burn in his breath His eyes paralyze every life The demons wheel above his head Like vultures seeking the flesh All will burn in his breath His eyes paralyze every life All demons transformed into grubs To make the globe a stinking rot Born to destroy the holy ghost to the end Now finished wars of God His name is the Exterminator Covering the earth with vaporous rot The real messiah reborn in flames Creator was the hell He's killer of the world of the living The dead worship his majesty Comes the time of wrath and death Heaven has turned blood-red fire Crucified souls vomiting the blood In embrace of mortal desire Freezing winds that froze that all What fire has already burnt Blackened blood flooding the corpses Messiah will never return! No return!!!