LUX OCCULTA Forever Alone, Immortal 1. The Kingdom Is Mine remember? you pushed my body into the mud you turned my head into stone you broke my wings remember? you turned my limbs into snaketails you've forgotten about my existence ha! you fool! you've forgotten me! thousands of sunds have passed as i've been crawling in my own blood miriads of years i've been waiting for the beautiful day of payback i speak with the toungue of all deceived come, taste the fist of all you have hurt the time has come, now i stand strained meet The Advocate of the sinful ones how dare you, deceiver, to call yourself a god? with the tears of millions now i burn your eye i reveal the only truth, i awake the inner might for i am the highest angel - The Bringer Of The Light natus est Dominus... taste my revenge! the kingdom is mine! 2. Homodeus I have crucified a flower, a red rose. It withers all the year round and blooms only once a year. On day which will be my birth for all worlds that I don't know. Which have been waiting for me bombarding with the light of stars. Lashing down with frost and embracing with tongues of rain. I will die when the rose blooms. The gate is big. It reaches to heaven. And hell. The first step is difficult. Feltering and uncertain. Drunk with the new experience. The gate is big but only a light push is enough and the demons of dreams become my shield and armor. The guardian angel put to shame falls into the hood of night. Black mirrors reflect hundredfold every silent breath of my thoughts. Feltering hope becomes my command. Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the throne, the sceptre and the cloakwoven out of blood. Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the cloak woven out of blood, because of blood I've made the sacrifice. I am the beginning and the power. Prefather. Cosmose. The gate is big but I move it with a breath of my will. Light kiss of my imagination's lips. Does the night wake up the power? Can the spirit be invoked only by secular rites? Is there only one path? The answer is my name. Name written in all books and fragrances of all flowers. Extracted from the inside of woman body. Moist and hot. My name - Man! Kneel you idiots, prophets! Kneel you gods! With a hand stretched out I reach the fruits of knowledge. Bitter. Hot. Sweet. Titbits of the nightmares. I have crucified the rose. The gate is big, there is only one path. Kneel you gods! I am the Man! In a stretched out and weak palm I hold gifts for you. I hold storms, lightnings, rain and sun. Incorruptible and eternal. I shall reign again. I have always reigned. I am The Man. I Am. This is how my name sounds. I damned fruit and sceptre, sin and throne. Kneel! And the kingdoms fall and helpless elements cry. Mothers swallow their children because there's nothing left after me. Beggars stretch out their dead hands, women are open and waiting. I enter the beggars, i give alms to the hot wombs. I lay down a new Law. Law-Me. the gate is big. Only I can push it. So kneel you gods, kneel you animals! And kneel you, the farger of the world's history! It's your turn! In return I shall wash your feet. And I shall pierce my side and flow down only with purple, only with blood... In return I shall forgive you your sins. In return I shall adorn my emples with thorns. In return I shall die three deaths. Kneel you liar! I am The Man! I am Everything! 3. Sweetest Stench Of The Dead ... and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves and that was the slap that the giants cannot stand we are the rebel ones the individuals the ones that are not afraid to spit in the tyrant's face fuck yeah! this means war! these mountains are the corpses of my brothers the ocean is the blood of my mother Earth this is what blind and mad usurper did create... hate!!! now i forge my sword can't wait to face the one and his legions of worms now I forge my sword this war must last forever, until the falls from his throne now I forge my sword dreaming of sweetest stench, stench of the dead god 4. The Third Eye from the seven hundred seventy and seven whores we were born here, within the realm of the blind with your knees sticked to the soil rain washed our shoulders we used to eat worms and dirt confused, crippled, inhuman we are the children of the never-life from poisoned seed of impotant gods the legion of angels with faces of dogs now i awake my inner might rooted down in my divine will now i can see the road to the throne i pull the strings, my kingdom is infinite blind headless gods cowardly hide blind armless gods cowardly hide blind soulless gods cowardly hide the awakening has begun... 5. Apokathastasis now i drown into The Light where do these visions come from? of me naked, drawing cyphers on a sand leters and sings never known to me it's me again, making sculptures of ice that melts under light touch of my lips (i'm) impotent creator of cold, lifeless shapes glare of your world on fire reflects in my eyes now i bath my sword in hot blood of infants now i kill everything you have ever loved the world explodes when i awake! married to The Light i copulate with the sun now my body turns into star now the star becomes my soul now my soul swallows the world now my inner world becomes The God I am The Skeleton Of Universe I am The All-Father I am The Might Light (lux occulta) 6. Bitter Taste Of Victory deserted... forsaken... abandoned... where is the promised land? where is the eden you told me about? where emotions that once seized my heart? where are your warm, helpful hands? yeah... now i see... you are all dead dead for me abandoned by friends i've never really had this is the price we pay for being ourselves solitude and sorrow for choosing my own way these are my gardens of sweetest pain now i swallow my bitter tears i kill the pain that poisoned my heart now i piss on your graves i dance alone my hateful dance of victory stronger than ever forever alone... immortal...