Lyrics 'Deatcult Salvation'

1. Stars Of Delight - .to loftiest heights
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I have flown to the loftiest heights
where no rabble any longer sits at the well of delight.

Did my loathing create me wings
and fountain-dividing powers?

For this is my height and my home:
too high/too steep do we here dwell for all unclean ones and their thirst.

Cast but your pure eyes into the well of delight, my friends. It shall laugh back at you with its purity.

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2. Cult Driven - .and the herd ran violently
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This is a place of disaffection
Hear 1 million discordant hollow words.

Futile, one by one, all waiting for extermination
though striving their way up to a world beyond limits

Ultra folly empty dreams
machine-made by nonsense

Are you the one to carry the enlighted torch?
Draped and blindfolded, moving on in your battle.

I am the poet of this depraved place - paraphrasing this superficial era - and i welcome you to a world of pity.

A place of mass hysteria.

Where the cult of the individual has been replaced by the cult of the greatest common divider.

This former tyrant, murdered in his nature, by the stinking waste, sliding from the massive paramounts.

Iconising – Idolising
Where is sincerity? Where is honour?

But then the unclean spirits went out, and entered the swine. And the herd ran violently…

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3. Chaos Injector
.disharmonia praestabilita
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Meditative, nothing but placid staring
Ending in a serenity of still ...

And exquisite brilliance !

A trance-like passivity
Imposed on me by this strange disharmonia.

Pounding – Aching – Always Forsaken
Suffer Bleed
Nowhere …Salvation

Chaos Injector, no gratifying thing
Bestial intruder of my senses.

…with extremely harsh splendour.
Hellcommanding the brain…

Taking me down into a morphine morbidity.
Where Darkness has been pushed forward a few inches

The assymetry revealing
A disharmony most appealing
Deterministic, yet random
Complex, yet so very simple

Chaos Injector
No gratifying thing
Bestial intruder of my senses.

Fogbound
Far from equilibrium

My mind moves in dark mysterious ways
Condensed into a mournful gloom
Brooding motionless over the greatest altar,
This altar of madness.

My nerves went wrong and caused me to preside at certain midnight dances ending with unspeakable rites. Offered to me.

A Splendid ORGY

The General sense of vague and oppressive wonder
Grew upon me like a weary pilgrimage (amongst hints for nightmares).

Chaos Injector
No gratifying thing
Fogbound

And in the burrows of that nightmare…

Chaos Injector
No gratifying thing
Fogbound
Far from equilibrium
Nowhere Salvation

4. With Dragon Wings
.thus live the draconian winds
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Oh, i have found this sinister place, my master.
Here, there is life at whose waters
none of the rabble drink with me.

I will live above them, as a supreme ruler.
My realm is the night of time.

In solitary ceremonies upon the hills, worshipping with fire & sword.

Neighbour to the eagles, neighbour to the snow
neighbour to the sun.

My essence in blackened purity!

Cold pure fountains
Burning blissful stillness

A mind formulae of power.
Blow amongst them, and with my mighty spirit take the breath from their spirit.

Delightful Violent Dragon Wings.
Thus live the draconian winds.

5. Morituri Te Salutant
.baptizing the rats
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Oh appear before me: smiling, frowning, inviting,
grand, mean, insipid, savage and always mute with an air of whispering:

Morituri Te Salutant !
And cold the sense and motive of action.
Travelling into the silent funeral.

Oh dark dark dark, we all flee into the dark.
The vacant interstellar spaces.
The vacant into the vacant.
To an impalpable greyness
Without clamour, without glory

Morituri Te Salutant !
On this ivory face the expression of sombre pride,
Of ruthless power, of craven terror, of an
Intense and hopeless despair.

Life, a non-issue – only on speaking terms with death.

Travelling into the silent funeral.

Life like pit and pendulum
In darkness and unaware
Life like … with an aspect of monotonous grimness.

Don’t pretend to salivate on existence
Don’t pretend your time has a function

The essential desolation of my futile wanderings.

A piper at the gates of hell
Baptizing the rats for his pleasure

It’s a sound lurking underground – a ghostly whistle - the smell of the damp earth.

Aren’t we comfortable in this velvet coffin we accepted with grin and a smile

Without clamour, without glory
Without the desire of victory
Without the great fear of defeat
In a sickly sphere of tepid scepticism

The essential desolation of my futile wanderings.

Harder, faster, harder ... but blind
My destiny? A merciless logic for a futile purpose.
In my beginning is my end. In Succession?

Morituri Te Salutant !

Without clamour, without glory
Without the desire of victory
I saw the unconceivable mystery of a soul that knew
No restraint, no faith, no fear, yet struggling
blindly with itself.
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6. Mute Secret Words
.singing words i cannot bear
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And they were behind me, reflecting in my memory.
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Singing words I cannot bear (fucking black?)

Locusts of sin destroying the harvest
Gnawing and rummage on a level as deep as the abyss
Feast upon iniquity
Solace eaters
Succumbed to a rapture that consciously drowns me

Deprivation
Internal darkness

Cold whirlwind
Ravenous usurper

7. The Vile Ascendancy
.the colossal scale of your vile desires
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There’s a time of revelation and comprehension
A second sight on this vile illusion. You better kneel,
because I am vengeance, you better kneel.

And descend lower, descend only into a world of perpetual solitude.
And yes, Demon/Venom – substantially under pressure – come to the surface.

Oh spell of wilderness – that seemed to draw me to its pitiless breast –
Awake my forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions!

And yes, Demon/Venom – substantially under pressure – come to the surface.
Oh your cries, sounding to me far but yet loud – like the hail from a horn trumpet.

Shouting strings of amazing words that – at first – resembled no sound of what one calls human language.
Deep murmurs – a hellish satanic litany – a devil’s gospel appearing to be inherent to the most worthy of life.

Demon/venom – come to the surface and join me in battle.
With ominous & terrifying simplicity. Oh I can feel the colossal scale of your vile desires.
The meanness of your torment. An expression of sombre pride & ruthless power.

It gave him a voracious aspect, as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him. Pitiless.

There’s a time of revelation and comprehension
A second sight on this vile illusion.
And yes, Demon/Venom – substantially under pressure –
I’ll await you at the surface with open arms.

8. Phantom Asylum
.no desire to enlighten them
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No need to bury me
Though I remember mistily
a period of time
a passage through some unconceivable world
No - hope – nore - desire

Back in this sephulchral place
Men : hurrying – filching – crouching
To gulp their unwholesome beer
To devour the infamous cookery
To dream insignificant and silly dreams
To fight the mere incidents on the surface
A sense of lugubrious drollery

Intrudors!
your knowledge of life
An irritating presence

Over the strained time-ridden faces
distraction from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies, but empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Eructation of unhealthy souls

Phantom Asylum … no desire to enlighten them
Phantom Asylum … grinning bitterly to all

And you can see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen.
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing – nothing – nothing.

Phantom Asylum … no desire to enlighten them
Phantom Asylum … grinning bitterly to all

How could I ever had mankide at my side?
How could i stand these intrudors at my side?

I’ve taken the high seat
Amongst the devils of the land
How could you ever understand?
Stepping delicately into the holy terror of …

… scandals & gallows & lunatic asylums
Toiling slowly on the back of an incomprehensible frenzy

Cut from comprehension
Gliding past like phantoms wondering and secretly appaled

9. Bestial Sinful Dances
.de libero arbitrio
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Thesis – Malleus Maleficarum
Sickening on lazy peace. A corrupt species, crawling cowardly - crawling compromise.

Values of decadence prevailing under the holiest - the holiest of all names.

Clinking the censer in monotonous rhythms.
Servants – iron collars – neckbound – chained and crusified.

Murmuring words of lead us not into temptation.
O what a great phantasmal mirth.

Holy father – adulating your throne - prime agent in promotion of decandence.

You, a prodigy? An emissary of progress?

Calling pity a virtue ?
Making life worth of denial !

To destroy – To destroy us with fire and sword.
Nothing but black shadows of disease and starvation.

Driven away from the devil of violence, from the devil of greed, the devil of hot desire.

Monstrous – intolerable to thought, odious to the soul.

To destroy us with fire and sword.
Streams of death in life.

After all, i was also a part of this great cause of these high and just proceedings. Argh, an eerie thought.

Antithesis – De Libero Arbitrio.
Rather live the ice and among north-winds than among modern virtues. Hailing the higher – a rennaissance - type of men.

Wage a war to death (against christianity and the modern World)…

Bestial Sinful Dances
Round and round the fire
Through the Hellish flames
Solemn and in laughter

Hunting for power, pursuing darkness.
Thirsting for lightnings, sin and great deads.
Fullfilling my hunger of all the hate I crave.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of thy law. An absolute pure spirit. Am I not right, holy guardian angel?

Judas, come dance with me.
Phropets of a new aeon,
Our fatum - the storing – up of powers.

Bearing the sword and often the torch.

Blood we will gather, bones will be.

And raise an utter savage,
‘men’ will be his name.

Hail … to our newborn aeon.