Mortuus
Diablerie
1. Threefold Harrowing of Hell
an icon of doubt was centered upon the altar
can you recall how you adored the nails in his feet?
how you bowed and kneeled in reverence before the hangman when god was dangling lifeless from the taut rope?
spadefuls of soil were fed to throats athirst for life
and deep into the black earth we sank
the sword of upheaval cut open the throat of Imanu'el
a breach in the structures of reason
at the first light of the black sun
I can recall how we soaked ourselves in ecstasy
dancing to the sound of blood
making its way through the dirt below
determined to alter the stream, we poured poison into the past disrupting the roots of fate, numbing the tongue of god
the shield of glass was quietly trembling
soon to be shattered into null
the frail timbre of a rusting world
is the prelude to Saṃsāra's end
where three roads met, a light flickered in the liminal
we inhaled the soot, drunk on thick brimstone
in the numinous horror, the austere man appeared
answering to that illicit prayer with a key to the deep abyss
an unusual fluid soaked the penal bond
written with blood in lieu of a seal
2. Diablerie
where do you turn when the crossroads end?
what quenches that thirst when the blood has run dry?
when the son of man is stripped down to bare bones
and the holy abandons their shelters of faith
our vestal fire burns neath their communion
our sinister ethos an undercurrent of their core
the prayers of the pious are but broken calls
stripped naked of substance, soaked in heresies
threefold is the foul formulae
read out loud in hallowed disquietude
threefold is the compelling denial
the forbidden key for the arch-fiend to intrude
Lucifer, Beelzebub, Astaroth
Lilith, Naamah, Agrat, Isheth Zennanim
enter ye here, enter ye now
transform the world we knew to ash and fire
the stranger light impregnates the nadis
a woeful fire in the center of our hearts
henbane and wormwood lies thick the air
as the fiend-child is planted in the sterile womb
the silent tyrant enters
the shadow of a shadow made flesh
the threshold cracks open at the feat of the beast
as we drink the poison draught of Lilith
threefold is the foul formulae
threefold are the trapdoors to the nightside ark
threefold is the compelling denial
the forbidden key for the arch-fiend to intrude
Lucifer, Beelzebub, Astaroth
Lilith, Naamah, Agrat, Isheth Zennanim
enter ye here, enter ye now
transform the world we knew to ash and fire
3. In Graves Remote Even the Worthless Have a Meaning
the heritage of cunning bloodlines
accursed blood in ponds of living water
we call upon the stranger horrors
To breach the shelter, breach the threshold!
the intruders hearken; they enter as legion
spirits of the Other
past the vantage point of God
we call upon the stranger horrors
to breach the shelter, breach the threshold
forever!
we are reaching the point
where darkness will steer the act of becoming
we are breaching the line
where darkness tears holes in the web to the Other
come forth as dictatorial hangmen divine
breach their shelter, breach their threshold!
escort the offering into the silence of myth
shine as beacons of light in emotionless intellects
come forth!
reek of blood and naked bones
in graves remote
even the worthless have a meaning
we call upon the stranger horrors
breach the shelter, breach the threshold
forever!
”What has decayed should perish decently.” - Austin Osman Spare
4. Furnace of Sleep
blood is the morning dew of the new aeon
the drought of the monad has come to its end
our world is a field of graves
mirrored in the iris of Nox
we turn our backs to the fire and walk into the dark
neither here nor hereafter
will their songs resound
neither here nor hereafter
will the sea restrain its roar
neath the movement of the Logos
Satan harvests, Moloch sows
in the restless undercurrent
the numen of the broken other ignites the veiled black star
we turn our backs to the fire and walk into the dark
neither here nor hereafter
will their songs be sung
neither here nor hereafter
will the sea restrain its roar
neither here nor hereafter
will the dervishes dance
neither here nor hereafter
will the sea restrain its roar
below the ruins of the tower
the dark initiatrix stands proud and tall
a lamp is lit from within the tomb
as semen fills the blood-soaked womb
blood is the morning dew of the new aeon
the lyncher of Saturn tightens the hangman's knot
the fate of all is bound in thirteen fatal coils
we turn our backs to the fire and walk into the dark
neither here nor hereafter
will their songs resound
neither here nor hereafter
will the sea restrain its roar
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