| 1.From The Devil's Tomb |
07:11 |
[lyrics] |
| 2.Vested in Surplice, and Violet Stole |
05:42 |
[lyrics] |
| 3.Furor Divinus |
03:49 |
[lyrics] |
| 4.Vortex - 11724 |
05:59 |
[lyrics] |
| 5.LEFTHANDPATHYOGA |
03:22 |
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| 6.The Inner Wolf |
07:58 |
[lyrics] |
| 7.Sardonyx |
06:05 |
[lyrics] |
| 8.Trishul |
07:02 |
[lyrics] |
| 9.Towards the Uncreated |
07:15 |
[lyrics] |
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| Total playing time: 54:20 |
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Full-length, The Ajna Offensive / Agonia Records
November 1st, 2010
Digipack CD / double LP released in Europe
by Agonia Records
Regular CD / double LP released
by The Ajna Offensive in North America
From The Devil's Tomb
God of Archaic Evil: we bow to Thy splendor.
We cower in Thy presence - silent, bleeding.
Primordial Gnostic Fountain: we succumb to Thy wisdom;
Our hearts burn in elation by Thine unfolding mysteries.
Preachers of the good word embrace the children;
Cries of innocence are drowned by coarse hands.
So we lurk in the shadows - heaving, seething,
They fulfill Thy will, so it is done!
From the rosaries drip sweat and unripe blood,
Of the tender flesh, that quiver in pain.
O, throbbing salvation... gentle words:
Flock of redemption, deliverance divine.
Cadence fury
Venomous fire!
Arise My Lord
Through the mortem pyre!
And pull me under
The earth asunder,
INTO THE DEVIL'S TOMB!
[lead: A.VIII.]
[lead: V.M.]
The Devil's tomb
Is a temple of faith;
A church of persuasion;
A mosque of blind devotion.
'Tis where He anoints
The seekers of Tehom,
Architects of Jahannaum;
Prophets of the Earth.
Within this Kingdom,
Arise no conceptions
Nor any assertions
Of man's diktat; yet,
Pillars of arrogance,
Volitions of pride,
Icons of asceticism,
Sing His praise in unison.
...From the Devil's Tomb!
God of Archaic Evil: we bow to Thy splendor.
We cower in Thy presence - silent, bleeding.
Primordial Gnostic Fountain: we succumb to Thy wisdom;
Our hearts burn in elation by Thine unfolding mysteries.
Thy grace forever felt: stigma diabolicum,
At the halls of redemption, in the tears of the blind.
Providence hath revealed Thy ubiquitous assertion,
Flawless manifestation in the deeds of the insane.
[lead: A.VIII.]
Vested in Surplice, and Violet Stole
The ceremony commences with a solemn prayer declaimed in unison. The priestess is seated 7 feet before the altar, her eyes closed. Initiates and adepts hold hands and bow their heads with fervor, for it is her time to arrive at the abode of Typhon.
She is vested in surplice and violet stole. Her eyes like incisions, wrinkled with aging skin: "I call upon the Flame of All to sever my cord and recoil my soul! Let me be Thy vessel of dissolution!"
Adepts and initiates
Raise their Left hands,
Form the ardent Trishul sign;
Invoking Typhon:
"O Beast, who transcends Time,
Thy holiest name vibrated
As she kneels before Thy majesty
In servitude and trepidation!"
[lead: A.VIII.]
[lead: V.M.]
The priestess removes surplice and stole, lies on the soil and opens her mouth. 2 adepts approach her feet, 2 more from behind. Ashes and worms are poured down her throat; body slightly trembles, but her will unyielding,
as worms pierce through her nostrils and cunt. With resolute hands they sculpt a Trishul betwixt her chest, and indubitably the blood-pus fills the Earth.
Furor Divinus
Beyond walls of constricted time, I met The Grand Devourer. Lava flowing, Saturn (in) motion; transfixed Naga tantra. Promethean Fire was granted to me in a vision of absolution! In the crimson miasma I caught a glimpse of Rudra. At His feet three hundred corpses, One with Bhairava. Trishul and chalice in hand, He bid me to the pyre.
Rudra - Shiva! Rudra - Shiva! Bhakta - Shava! Atma - Shava! Naga Mantra! Lava Mantra! Behold, Ye - Furor Divinus!
Thus I rode the wave of Leviathan in stormy seas Above; Summoned the will to descend through the hidden caves Below: Icons, idols, countless ciphers bore witness to His grandeur! By stellar excursion I saw the Truth beyond time Just as blind sages and mad poets hath told, Of utter dissolution; a caparison of abandon.
[lead: A.VIII.]
Rudra - Shiva! Rudra - Shiva! Bhakta - Shava! Atma - Shava! Naga Mantra! Lava Mantra! Behold, Ye - Furor Divinus!
Vortex - 11724
Children of sworn malice, creatures of white dust;
Reveled in stigmata, condemned to rust.
Innumerable poisons, cyclical depravity!
A swarm of rats in decadent mortality.
The rats! The rats! O, cherished dirt!
O, acerbic prison! Echelons corrupt.
As the poison finds, the source of the pulse;
That flickering candle of life is forlorn.
Within the madness of four walls,
A vortex drains thy marrow and spine,
'Tis a fatal cave wherein you dwell:
Carve thy flesh! Carve thy flesh!
Without the shroud of sainthood;
The guise of acceptance; falsehood.
This is where thy corpse is born:
Carve thy flesh! Carve thy flesh!
[lead: A.VIII.]
My eyes are open!
Smoke and dust plummeting
To the very depths
Of my livid Self!
For millennia I have been tricked!
Promises of (in)sanity...
Swollen scars, gaping scars.
Carve thy flesh, BECOMEASCAR!
Inhale the venom, exhale the fumes,
Rotten skin, open wounds.
[lead: A.VIII.]
The Inner Wolf
Inherit plains that lie at thy feet; shatter the solar dreams; with jaws open, salivating at the womb of Bethlehem! Storming plateaus of governance. Gnawing the seams of creation. With iron fangs and crooked nails the welkin wolves awakened. Inner wolf! Inner daemon! A remnant of a slumber! A slumber (that in essence revealed) the true face of disorder.
Inner wolf! Inner daemon! Such mordant revelations!
Revelations that led us to the saber of retribution.
"O, Saber of Retribution:
Thy blade doth lead us
Towards the vast vestibule
Of sovereignty!
Whence, in summa,
We erected the final prayer,
Of liberation;
Yet, a monument of Thy affection."
What is the scope, then, of sublime repentance? If the child of deliverance was conceived in lust? Does the flesh heal sooner? The scorn feel empty? When the source of dismay was a kin of the lamb!
[lead: A.VIII.]
"Corpses emerge from the vault malevolence;
The stench of resentment alive betwixt the skin.
The sanctity and grace
Of the all that is remembered,
Trampled under the crooked feet of the Beast.
Disdain - in aeternum. Supplication, in aeternum.
Corrosive chanting, slowly reaching inside the Self.
Rejuvenating the wolf within."
[lead: A.VIII.]
The naked eye doth confuse eons of repression, and the beggars' hunger with servitude and contention; but an inkling to possess, that which cannot be attained by means of humility doth lead to... temptation.
[lead: A.VIII.]
[lead: V.M.]
Sardonyx
Soiled in excrement and coagulated blood;
A trail of blood leads to limbs in red,
Limbs in red, jagged teeth;
Heaving with each thrust - Sardonyx.
Rusted nails claw out from her skin,
Putrid stench of afterbirth;
A mortal deprived of human caress,
Radiant, with each thrust - Sardonyx.
In the cup of life a dagger of faith;
Repugnant phallus in palpitating flesh!
O, demure child in exquisite pain;
Swallow the atonement - Sardonyx.
‘Tis oozing innocence! ‘Tis dripping guilt!
Yet reeks of rapture, lust and filth.
The curse of vice like venom in veins,
Fall again, sweet Sardonyx.
[lead: A.VIII.]
Rusted nails claw out from her skin,
Putrid stench of afterbirth;
A mortal deprived of human caress,
Radiant, with each thrust - Sardonyx.
[lead: A.VIII.]
Trishul
[lead: A.VIII.]
Ask, and ye shall receive. Lips parted, kiss of shame.
Transcendental spirit. Emergent, ravishing flames.
A trident, a shining Trishul! Rips open the sphere.
Bleeding, gaping wound: puzzle of heart so clear.
Dirige Nos Domine;
Adeste Fideles;
Dominus Vobiscum;
LUCIFER Mihi Ancora!
Vocatus Atque
Non Vocatus Domine Aderit;
Veritas Vos Liberabit:
SATAN Mihi Ancora!
Drink of the unconscious stream, sweet Elixir of the Vain.
Towards the uncreated; Hallowed, unspoken name:
~SA:MA:EL~ TridentOvRebellion! None other embodied such might!
Thou giveth phosphorous structure, drinketh the nectar of night.
[lead: A.VIII.]
O Morning Star! My Light of Pride!
My song for Thee; the choir, the chime.
Ten thousand prayers, we cry Thy praise!
O Lord accept: a token... this life.
In shadows and waves, Thy motion felt.
(From) the highest peaks, (to) the endless depths;
Your flood will shape, a Sect of Man,
Feverish limbs, graced by Thy hand.
[lead: V.M.]
[lead: A.VIII.]
[lead: A.VIII.]
Credo Quia Absurdum Est.
I believe it because it is absurd.
Credo Quia Absurdum Est...!
I believe it because it is absurd...!
[lead: V.M.]
Towards the Uncreated
Those mongrels, embracing godhood,
They celebrate re-emergence.
LEFTHANDPATHYOGA! LEFTHANDPATHYOGA!
Crawling in excrement.
Crawling! In cremation-ground ashes,
Aliens to mortification.
In-trance-with-Chaos, entrance to Drakon -
Towards the Uncreated.
Daemonic unrest, spears that pierce
And rape the order manifest.
Their worm-like writhing, malignant presence:
Raging, lawless decadence.
Their rupture and wrath! Seance and prayers:
Rejection of creation.
They are broken clay-form reborn as Flame:
Towards the Uncreated.
The scoundrel pathway leads
To the triumphant throne;
The halls of judgment,
Are but illusions... deceptions.
Uncreation catalyst
Spurned by the throng;
But the fallen one shall rise
And emerge a God.
[lead: V.M.]
[lead: A.VIII.]
