JAHADA
We struggle not with kingdoms, we struggle not with thrones
With rights with wrongs this evil, It cannot be atoned
Our struggle is with avarice, our struggle is with greed
Our struggle it is sanctified, our struggle is of need.
The flags still fly the partriots roar the country lies in ruin
Now for money they make war for Mammon they need more
As death and darkness reign our molten wings are spread
The horsemen who hold the reigns pass over our dead
And the lies are the same but the reasons have been changed
They never thought, they never knew their nation it is deranged
SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
Notwithstanding our congress with death,
Replete here in failure; in victory, bereft.
Notwithstanding the 36th hand,
We’ve silenced the dawn, in alpha and end.
Notwithstanding foundations lest lain,
True place of beginning, a struggle in vain.
Here is an ending, Here tears the rift,
A demagogue’s voice, and the oligarch’s fist
Here is an ending,here tears the rift
The pillars have fallen From the oligarch’s fist
Bled White
If only the world had just one neck
If only the sun would swell and turn black
If only the skies would come crashing down
Non time is advent Et Nihil Est
Scrawled on a wall are words writ in vain
Their meaning is lost, discarded inane
Life loveth life is the best man can offer
There'll be nothing to love when lain on death's altar
Non Time is advent Et Nihil Est
Lashed by a hand the skin is bled white
Reasons for living have been offered and failed
Death's bed were making as we face the night
Darkness is falling the world is impaled
All visions all dreams all systems and structures
A progression toward and end is a progression of death
We are death's dowry, we are death's estate
All life is but vermin that feeds on decay
Patriarch Militant
The hand that sounds the chimes, Tears away the veil.
Patriarch Militant calls, To attest, the structures fail.
A maskéd inception, Here’s the arméd sky.
We are like scythes, Slicing through the sky.
We drank of asperity,From the poisoned well.
The breath that passes o’er our lips, Sings hymns from tomes of
Hell.
The truth is everlasting,This generation is the end.
The enemy of my enemy,Will always be my friend.
Here we stand a sentinel,Here before truth’s door.
A threshold that once we cross,We shall return no more.
The veil has been torn away,The word’s portent is neigh.
The word, the sharpest scythe,Slicing through the sky...
(for Douglas P.)
Fin De Ciecle
We stand at the end. From the end we look back.
This war is all wars. This sin is all sins.
And the lowest within humanity is humanity's final prize
The hands that formed this world Are the hands of the dead
The hands that formed this nightmare Are the hands of the dead
The will that moves this world Is a semblance of a shade
Every dream and all desire Is a debt to be paid
The lives that live within Assume the roles of the dead
So nothing can be done And nothing to be said
All goodness that remains Is as a vapour caught on wind
Once forming now fading We look back upon the end
All life is but the vermin That feeds on death's decay
The dead inherit the living And not the other way
All life is but the vermin That feeds on death's decay
The dead inherit the living And death shall have her say
Crimson on the Green (Irish Traditional)
In 1697 a horrid sight was born.
An awful sight that made his mother mourn.
A beast so twisted green as if he from the trees,
Robbie Boyle left darkened the fields and the leas.
He took the lives of children; he took the lives of kin.
The head of a boar and no reason lied within.
30 years are passing but they soon would end,
In a fortnight’s time, he’d answer for his sin.
The crimson on the green, They took the head of Robbie Boyle.
A slug of blood was spilled, In pleasure’s toil.
The Sharpest knife cuts clean, The beauty is unspoiled.
The crimson on the green, They took the head of Robbie Boyle
The monster Robbie Boyle well he had found a mate,
A thing born of incest and a thing born of rape.
She made a havoc with him deciding other’s fate,
For 30 years twas a bloody hand of hate.
The men of the town, well they was mighty brave
They hunted she and Robbie, a’sleeping in cave.
They brought down their axes, they brought down their staves.
At last it was done and the free were finally saved.
They carried the broken bodies, And heads all through the town.
Where young and old had gathered, And made a joyous sound.
Vultures waited hoping. They had gathered round.
They tread no more On our hallowed ground.
We struggle not with kingdoms, we struggle not with thrones
With rights with wrongs this evil, It cannot be atoned
Our struggle is with avarice, our struggle is with greed
Our struggle it is sanctified, our struggle is of need.
The flags still fly the partriots roar the country lies in ruin
Now for money they make war for Mammon they need more
As death and darkness reign our molten wings are spread
The horsemen who hold the reigns pass over our dead
And the lies are the same but the reasons have been changed
They never thought, they never knew their nation it is deranged
SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
Notwithstanding our congress with death,
Replete here in failure; in victory, bereft.
Notwithstanding the 36th hand,
We’ve silenced the dawn, in alpha and end.
Notwithstanding foundations lest lain,
True place of beginning, a struggle in vain.
Here is an ending, Here tears the rift,
A demagogue’s voice, and the oligarch’s fist
Here is an ending,here tears the rift
The pillars have fallen From the oligarch’s fist
Bled White
If only the world had just one neck
If only the sun would swell and turn black
If only the skies would come crashing down
Non time is advent Et Nihil Est
Scrawled on a wall are words writ in vain
Their meaning is lost, discarded inane
Life loveth life is the best man can offer
There'll be nothing to love when lain on death's altar
Non Time is advent Et Nihil Est
Lashed by a hand the skin is bled white
Reasons for living have been offered and failed
Death's bed were making as we face the night
Darkness is falling the world is impaled
All visions all dreams all systems and structures
A progression toward and end is a progression of death
We are death's dowry, we are death's estate
All life is but vermin that feeds on decay
Patriarch Militant
The hand that sounds the chimes, Tears away the veil.
Patriarch Militant calls, To attest, the structures fail.
A maskéd inception, Here’s the arméd sky.
We are like scythes, Slicing through the sky.
We drank of asperity,From the poisoned well.
The breath that passes o’er our lips, Sings hymns from tomes of
Hell.
The truth is everlasting,This generation is the end.
The enemy of my enemy,Will always be my friend.
Here we stand a sentinel,Here before truth’s door.
A threshold that once we cross,We shall return no more.
The veil has been torn away,The word’s portent is neigh.
The word, the sharpest scythe,Slicing through the sky...
(for Douglas P.)
Fin De Ciecle
We stand at the end. From the end we look back.
This war is all wars. This sin is all sins.
And the lowest within humanity is humanity's final prize
The hands that formed this world Are the hands of the dead
The hands that formed this nightmare Are the hands of the dead
The will that moves this world Is a semblance of a shade
Every dream and all desire Is a debt to be paid
The lives that live within Assume the roles of the dead
So nothing can be done And nothing to be said
All goodness that remains Is as a vapour caught on wind
Once forming now fading We look back upon the end
All life is but the vermin That feeds on death's decay
The dead inherit the living And not the other way
All life is but the vermin That feeds on death's decay
The dead inherit the living And death shall have her say
Crimson on the Green (Irish Traditional)
In 1697 a horrid sight was born.
An awful sight that made his mother mourn.
A beast so twisted green as if he from the trees,
Robbie Boyle left darkened the fields and the leas.
He took the lives of children; he took the lives of kin.
The head of a boar and no reason lied within.
30 years are passing but they soon would end,
In a fortnight’s time, he’d answer for his sin.
The crimson on the green, They took the head of Robbie Boyle.
A slug of blood was spilled, In pleasure’s toil.
The Sharpest knife cuts clean, The beauty is unspoiled.
The crimson on the green, They took the head of Robbie Boyle
The monster Robbie Boyle well he had found a mate,
A thing born of incest and a thing born of rape.
She made a havoc with him deciding other’s fate,
For 30 years twas a bloody hand of hate.
The men of the town, well they was mighty brave
They hunted she and Robbie, a’sleeping in cave.
They brought down their axes, they brought down their staves.
At last it was done and the free were finally saved.
They carried the broken bodies, And heads all through the town.
Where young and old had gathered, And made a joyous sound.
Vultures waited hoping. They had gathered round.
They tread no more On our hallowed ground.
The Indictment of Birth
The performance is dull, the drama is lost
But the curtain won't fall, the lights won't shut off
The story is tedious, the plot line long spent
But the pages are turning, no conclusion no end
Past cemetery gates rows of tombstones stand
Reassuring reminder sleep is at hand
But the sun is rising it calls to me
Awake you will remain, insomnia life's fee.
This body is my prison the grave is my bed
This world is losing we're all better dead
(for E.M. CIORAN)
Satan and the Sun
Sol is flaring from her tongue,
With hair the color of the sun.
Falling from the cliffs, hung high with snow,
Into the waters deep and far below.
Her Venus risen up radiates in the east.
And how they delight to make the beast.
Intertwined yet sewn, Solace melds in the skin
Oh how Satan loves his sin.
Florida
This nation be damned. Here the Archons reign
You know so well of value. But have you learned the price
The price of sin is death. Your lies are on display
Your cross is smeared with oil. Your gold is stained with blood
The earth has turned black. Let the sky be also
The fields are all twisted. Let the darkness grow
Be the fist of God. Be a mighty wind
A hurricane over Florida. Let this be the end
Once you fed the lions. Now you rule the world
Torture rape and murder, But not inside the church
Your churches are condemned. The sword of Justice raised
Eat their flesh and drink their wine, watch the ocean rising
This is not forgiven. This shall be avenged
You know so well of value. Time to learn the price
At the 9th Hour
At the ninth hour shines darkness, At the ninth hour cry out
Lo Lo Lamed Vau sabaqtani
Nails through the hands of Christ, Blood from the hands of Christ
Through the skull of Earth a cross, From the skull of earth flows
blood
Death shines within his eyes, Dark secrets to unleash
Once cross to kill a God, Once cross to hang the world
A brilliant light now shines. A trephane shadow is cast
The earth has been pierced. All nations are bled dry
Though once the blood was stopped, We rise up yet once more
Though life had been reprieved, This generation is the last
Vindication of Hate II
They count their gold by night, They count the dead by day
They dance upon the graves, As to their God they pray
And freedom is their lie, Democracy their seed
Their houses built of corpses, Yet none dare call it greed
A curse upon your cross
A curse upon your kind
From there may you be hung
In Death may hell you find
They plan their wars by night,They sell their wars by day
The relive the lies they tell, As in their beds they lay
But guilt does not discomfort, For this Christ blood was shed
Their amoral creed was born, For this the world is bled
They sacrifice their nation, They commerce in genocide
They see only God's chosen, And to all else they lied
And their faith is blasphemy, And their god is not real
Only Satan within their mirrors, And the plunder that they steal
Dogs
Here on Earth’s kingdom, earthly seeds have flowered
Here we walk beneath the albatross of power
From Dreams of paradise a nightmare has been born
Enthralled to this vision amidst dogs we're thrown
This world is ruled by Dogs
This world is a haven for Dogs
This world is dreamt by Dogs
Having tired of dogs and thwarted by desire
I shall find a door and toward heaven aspire
Through rusted gates with wild vines overgrown
In the midst of heaven stands a barren throne
This world is a dream. A dream of control
With no God above and only Dogs below
This world is lie and Dogs shall not contain me
Nor Earth nor Sun nor Moon and you shall not detain me
La Rabbia e l' Orgoglio lyrics copyright AIT!
The Scent of the Vanquished lyrics copyright Boyd Rice
Where Lies the Land? traditional sea shanty arrg. by Valence
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The performance is dull, the drama is lost
But the curtain won't fall, the lights won't shut off
The story is tedious, the plot line long spent
But the pages are turning, no conclusion no end
Past cemetery gates rows of tombstones stand
Reassuring reminder sleep is at hand
But the sun is rising it calls to me
Awake you will remain, insomnia life's fee.
This body is my prison the grave is my bed
This world is losing we're all better dead
(for E.M. CIORAN)
Satan and the Sun
Sol is flaring from her tongue,
With hair the color of the sun.
Falling from the cliffs, hung high with snow,
Into the waters deep and far below.
Her Venus risen up radiates in the east.
And how they delight to make the beast.
Intertwined yet sewn, Solace melds in the skin
Oh how Satan loves his sin.
Florida
This nation be damned. Here the Archons reign
You know so well of value. But have you learned the price
The price of sin is death. Your lies are on display
Your cross is smeared with oil. Your gold is stained with blood
The earth has turned black. Let the sky be also
The fields are all twisted. Let the darkness grow
Be the fist of God. Be a mighty wind
A hurricane over Florida. Let this be the end
Once you fed the lions. Now you rule the world
Torture rape and murder, But not inside the church
Your churches are condemned. The sword of Justice raised
Eat their flesh and drink their wine, watch the ocean rising
This is not forgiven. This shall be avenged
You know so well of value. Time to learn the price
At the 9th Hour
At the ninth hour shines darkness, At the ninth hour cry out
Lo Lo Lamed Vau sabaqtani
Nails through the hands of Christ, Blood from the hands of Christ
Through the skull of Earth a cross, From the skull of earth flows
blood
Death shines within his eyes, Dark secrets to unleash
Once cross to kill a God, Once cross to hang the world
A brilliant light now shines. A trephane shadow is cast
The earth has been pierced. All nations are bled dry
Though once the blood was stopped, We rise up yet once more
Though life had been reprieved, This generation is the last
Vindication of Hate II
They count their gold by night, They count the dead by day
They dance upon the graves, As to their God they pray
And freedom is their lie, Democracy their seed
Their houses built of corpses, Yet none dare call it greed
A curse upon your cross
A curse upon your kind
From there may you be hung
In Death may hell you find
They plan their wars by night,They sell their wars by day
The relive the lies they tell, As in their beds they lay
But guilt does not discomfort, For this Christ blood was shed
Their amoral creed was born, For this the world is bled
They sacrifice their nation, They commerce in genocide
They see only God's chosen, And to all else they lied
And their faith is blasphemy, And their god is not real
Only Satan within their mirrors, And the plunder that they steal
Dogs
Here on Earth’s kingdom, earthly seeds have flowered
Here we walk beneath the albatross of power
From Dreams of paradise a nightmare has been born
Enthralled to this vision amidst dogs we're thrown
This world is ruled by Dogs
This world is a haven for Dogs
This world is dreamt by Dogs
Having tired of dogs and thwarted by desire
I shall find a door and toward heaven aspire
Through rusted gates with wild vines overgrown
In the midst of heaven stands a barren throne
This world is a dream. A dream of control
With no God above and only Dogs below
This world is lie and Dogs shall not contain me
Nor Earth nor Sun nor Moon and you shall not detain me
La Rabbia e l' Orgoglio lyrics copyright AIT!
The Scent of the Vanquished lyrics copyright Boyd Rice
Where Lies the Land? traditional sea shanty arrg. by Valence
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