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The Abysmal Ingression
07:02
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Slow and hidden disconnection
from all the non-liminal points of action
Revealing odd and abstruse wormholes
a lone pathway under the invisible eye
The recondite rectification of a theory
a thesis, a frightful thought
once a possibility that now started
to dress itself into flesh and bones
Dreadful as a mute sound
a structure like silhouette suddenly appeared
behind the spine of the one
who ill-conceives living
Nodding for approval
but even without the 'yes' shadow's cold hand
placed itself firmly upon
the shoulder of life's assumer
How strange is the sipping of cold waters
through the cracks in our vision
How calm the understanding that none may rise
without the knowledge he utterly defies
It's the offenders word
a razor in the throat, a pain in the stomach
an intuitive 'no' and a bold reason
For no one willingly steps into
what he truly desires not
It is a place where fear is the sculptor
the breeder and the all-embracing mother of everything
It's the uncomfortable silence
a pause between words
denied presence when you're all alone
For no one really wants to know
is there something beyond at all – how’s really behind it all
What comes into recognition
is the realization of the inevitable
the purity of a not man made truth
The failure of all hopes and efforts
manifests the point of the Abysmal Ingression
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2. |
Dire Remembrance
05:33
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He who stands on the sacred threshold
Covers up the golden Sun of today
Forming the rays of his own shadow
with arms reaching further than light
He who stands in the middle of the scale
of the perfect balance
Spreading bold determination
to start the motionless motion
To cut through the source of the artificial light
observing every stream running backwards
To turn the back on shining promises of hope
witnessing all eyes go sour and dry
As the horror of the unavoidable
starts the Coldest Fire
It rushes through every structure
Leaving the pale burns of Dire Remembrance
His presence enclosed within
like the nexus of a cavity
compressed and tighten nothingness
pure vacuum of the End
His austere face manifests
the stare of inconceivable dread
Those eyes speak of no world
No thing, no soul, no spirit
Now he opens his dire mouth
the purest terror of no sound
the bottomless pit of every goal
the right venom for every soul
The silence of the inevitable
cuts open the eyelids of a dreamer
Sleeper’s living spine burst into cracks
a whole construct of man into ash
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3. |
The Retrograder
06:20
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Rise, now rise beast of misfortune
Ruthless questioner of creation
Travel within, between and under
Crushing every form of slumber
Riding the tides of immaculate doom
Striving beyond the ways established
Leaving the shells of perfect silence
Derelict implements of your guidance
Inside-out, beneath the web
No mouth speaks the words of the dead
The absence of all the meaning
Penetrating through the intervals of the breathing
Without within, under the wave
And the world's light goes retrograde
Withdrawing the very meaning
from all forms breathing
Merciless currents dragging towards
The splendid horrors of pure absence
Revealing the sights that burns the eyes
Swiftly switching poles and sides
Claws of strife embedded deep
into the pulsating flesh of time
Spitting remains of blackest fluid
On every thought of self-centered being
Infringing the ways of arrogant pride
A blaze after blaze of wildest flames
Shining with the strangest of spectrums
Retrograding light towards the Uncenter
Inside-out, under the web
Thy mouth speaks the words of the dead
The absence of all the meaning
Hidden beneath intervals of the breathing
Without within stopping the waves
Thus world's light moves retrograde
Withdrawing the very meaning from all forms of Being
Retrograder of light, come forth!
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4. |
Seeds on Stones
06:54
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The burning of searing sorrow
paves the way to the halls of madness
A secret indistinctive invitation
Blurring even the clearest vision
The knocking, the keys that turn without sound
amidst the non-understanding of it all
creating a space for the realization
of its pregnant horrors
Bold demand for turning astray
Commissioners of strife arrived
Dark clouds breeding, gathering, growing
Silently, without building within
Enclosing the shrinking circle
around the areas of knowledge
breathing sinkholes manifests
inside secured positions and safe ground
Dead sowers of no world
planting seeds upon rocks
amongst the dirt, dust and bones
hidden, their plants shall grow
Sharp thorns of invisible trunk
bearing fruit for mouthless children
as they procreate in reverse sequence
praising the nameless God of Silence
As the path of solitude open its door
Revealing magnificent shadow
it points to where all the roads cross
on the barren land of he who's no more
Dead sowers of no world
planting seeds on rock
surrounded by dust and bone
irrigationless, their plants shall grow
Strange shadows of a world gone
sowing seeds on stones
where no light can approach
their rootless root takes form
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5. |
Dreadful Grace
06:33
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By Dreadful Grace
Eyes have been brought in front
of the great circle that moves
Creating time
within all flesh
Ill-conceived body and soul
Equipped with
Most fearful blade
That cuts through all forms of deceit
Surrounded with thy
Dreadful Proximity
I stand in the depths of the silence
To raise the sword of solitary motion in the muteness
Never to be witnessed
Blessed with
the brightest sight
the weapon of all weapons
Taught how
To wield thy sword
To bury it deep in the core
Of the one who inhales
thus causing movement of the All
Embedded tight
braking from inside
turning back was never an option
A deed conducted in a perfect moment
As the absence of the witness ends the relation of subject-object
Into cold dark I dip my heart
and open these wounds for it to come
For through thy blessings my eyes can see
The structure of the greatest deceit
Out of the light where shadow's a spark
That lights the path so narrow and dark
And by thy hand, I've been led
to be fed with your wine and bread
It's all thy pure will
For I can not even conceive
the possibility to know
nor understand the absence of all the meaning
The last straw is about to brake
leaving the one how hangs on it
in greatest trickery
that tomorrow holds the answer
Wash me from this dirt of hope
and dreams made from the same filth
that constitute the circle eyes now see
By thy grace
Bestowing daze
As rupture opens
within the All
Darkness shines
clearing sight
for thy aiming weapon
Seeping in
the coldest stream
toward the gaping hole in my chest
Place within
sow it deep
the seed of thy unseen sacred tree
Place within, seep in me
The seed that will sprout in unity
with my renewed body, pale soul and darkened spirit
Into cold dark I dip my soul
and open my heart for you to come
With thy blessings my eyes can see
The construction of the greatest deceit
Out of the light into the dark
Thorns on the path ignites the heart
And by cold hand I've been led
Beholding thy throne in absolute dread
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6. |
Exertion of The Strife
06:46
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Armed and trained
to persist in the fight
for promised no tomorrow
for no false sun to rise
Determined and equipped
with fearsome techniques
their exertion leaves
no prisoners to take
By the sharpest of all blades
Perdition prepares the way
for the wounds to come
With the strike without a single warning
the silent defiler is approaching
The word is silence, the ways unknown
for behind the Now is the eternal Never
The path is narrow, the hearts hollow
beyond every world’s light
darkness is forever
"Yes, I dread your presence
this lack of defense of a system of thought
I can only observe stunned as missing links and holes of logic
become your points of ingress. Evermore...."
Unknown is the limit of this boundless friction
Never understood its cypher
And the urge to follow the call
Of this undeniable holy Strife
The true loss is a victory
in the lone war of the one
who eliminates the enemy
that he inevitably becomes
The word is absence, the way is not
for behind the all stands nothing at all
the path is sorrow, the heart is cold
at the root of every world its nightmares unfold
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7. |
Thanatanamnesis
09:47
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Not a single possibility will ever occur
for the stretching of insufficient grasp any further
Neither a chance to cross the never-drawn
ever-present line that separates and forever parts
For no one ever truly questioned
that which we assume to know
the foundational believe
of what awaits us at the end of the road
Thus, none could really approach
As it remains forever unknown
The truth behind each and all
The greatest mockery for the soul
The highest wall without a door
The brightest light without a source
The majestic Antiscape
of the eternal Unaction
The reflection with no mirror
The shadow without a light
The frightful steps
of the approaching inevitable End
Darkest storms underneath
The Love that burns so deep
In silent proximity
The None unfolds within
Reveal the realizations’ terror of no victory
in a race of broken legged and blindfolded
to uncover the ill-conceived meaning and purpose
of every single struggle of every imagined gain
Thus, in the midst of the wildest storm
a strange serenity carved its home
amongst the ruins of a being
fortified its roots in the sterile air
An odd calm established its domain
within the harsh desert of the heart
as it embeds itself deep into
the rigid arms of Death's remembrance
Remember Death
Thanatanamnesis
Darkest storms unto
Thee Your Love burns so deep
In dreadful proximity
The None blooms within
Silent tempest approaching
The heart burning free
In darkest ubiquity
Thy pure Love shines within
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Ljuska Serbia
The Vessel
of The Other Light.
The Progeny
of The Two Headed Hydra Dragon.
The Emanation
of The Abyss
of Silence.
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