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(Spoken
quotation by N1 Xian recorded
circa a.d. 1970,
Anecdotes of
time by John Constance)
"When perceived correctly, the world is a mirror which, disinterestedly,
maintains a current record of our nature and constitution. Within this vast
parabolic mirror, we should be able to see clearly the forms our faults have
taken--which daily stand in our way. Yet, for the sake of allotting our
inadequacies a wide berth and so as to avoid running into them head-on, we
have learned to artfully avoid our own reflections. Our most regrettable
qualities have successfully overwhelmed our nobility and now the image of a
man has become indistinguishable from the form of his fault. Of a man, it
can no longer be said that he is as a monkey aping the behavior of angels.
For in our avoidance of ourselves, we have given up even on strife.
The purpose of this critique is not to aide in the composition of an epic
satire; rather, I would that this knowledge serve as a launching pad. We
can correct the human model--there is a method."
Time is an
insect. As it emerges it crawls from
it’s hole
It is crushed
under the weight of a heavy boot heel.
The cracking
of it’s carapace is as all clocks ticking in tandem.
In the sand of
this crinkling/crackling ticking, is the sound,
The measure
and the rhythm of life’s passing.
We count time as stones cast as lots.
Yet, we intone our very own countdown to death.
Into death’s embrace we walk, and unto death we shall
go.
For we have failed to understand the true nature and
structure of time.
The mantra of
the clock is the voice of god.
Your clocks
merely tick, I shall make them talk.
Here time
shall speak.
He is the
"man of straw", "the tall man"; HIS NAME: MIEN NIHIL, or
Phantasma, as denotes
his function.
He amputates
the mind. He compacts the body
Few indeed knowingly evoke The Tall Man, but
HITHER HE COME
YE MAY BE CERTAIN.
HERE HE
ENCLOSES a world and releases it¹s
energy.
HE COMPACTS
THE SOMA.
HE AMPUTATES
THE PSYCHE.
What time is
it?
What time do
you say it is?
FLICKER
(Statik)
Eyes of
understanding, haven seen the light of day.
These eyes are
now opening, here beings a new way.
Our souls our
words have failed, these words are only noise.
Untold eras of
evolution, our final legacy the void
Our flesh our
Perdition.
Yet another
one is born
Our flesh our
Perdition.
Another born
into death
The sunsets
over water, So pleasing to the eye
Yet within
those depths we’re drowning
And with those
depths we’ll die.
Another child
is born, another flaw repeated
And another
will be born, and in its birth defeated.
Our flesh our
Perdition.
Yet another
one is born
Our flesh our
Perdition.
Another born
into death
With our heads
it he heavens, with our feet planted in hell
With dreams of
nobility, but nothing but lies to tell.
Our flesh our
Perdition.
Yet another
one is born
Our flesh our
Perdition.
Another born
into death
(Statik)
For Adam was a
laughing stock, since he was made
counterfeit
type of man by the Hebdomad.
As if he had
become stronger than I, and my brothers.
We are
innocent with respect to him,
since we have not
sinned…
For your lives
For your state
And in your
fall
Here’s your
fate
For your
idiocy
For your
treason
For your war
For this
reason
In your death
In our
laughter
In your
failure
So ever after
We have not sinned
In this
annihilation
In this murder
In sovereign
will
In going
further
For your lives
For your state
And in your
fall
Here’s your
fate
(StaiK, InViD)
Gone is the promise of tomorrow’s dawn
Gone is the dream liberty for all
Gone Is the hope for that which is next
Gone is this world as above so below
Henceforth done our hand was forced
Have done with allegiance to the dying
Have done with complicity world is
failing
Have done watch is burn and feed the
flames
Henceforth done our hand was forced
Death to the Plurarch mediocrity
Death to Imperium decadence and sloth
Death to this culture bereft of meaning
Death to democracy the mindless state
Henceforth done our hand was forced
(Statik)
What shined in
the heavens
Now shines on
Earth
The brightest
star beacon
To that which
was lost
It rises at
night,
It rises for
all.
We’ve kept the
fires burning,
We kept the
way opening.
We call to you
now,
Adam come
home.
The house is
afire,
Your children
are burning.
We call to you
now,
Adam come
home.
Our one name
our one soul
Our true and
only being.
Shatter the
lies
Of a world that
is losing.
Step into the
flames,
There’s a new
world emerging.
Like a thief
in the night,
We’re making
the sign.
Like the lamb
become lion,
We’re taking
it back.
We call to you
now,
Adam come
home.
We await
reunion,
We’ve waited
too long.
We call to you
now,
Adam come
home.
Solipsist we
remain,
Alone no more.
What shined in
the heavens
Now shines on
Earth
The brightest
star beacon
To that which
was lost.
Lost.
(StatiK)
Having set forth a goal
Having come so far
Further still lies your destiny
And here you stand at land's end
When every new idea
When every willful endeavor
Becomes a shadow of those before
Accept that you stand at land's end
When everything you've done
When all that can be done
Has been done and done again
You have arrived at land's end
Shall a bridge then be built
Across the ocean vast...No!
You shall not stop, shall not be content
You have arrived at land's end
Wherefrom became he NON
You stood outside of time
But soon inside of time you'll move
Pierced through the head
Pinioned on the face of a clock.
(StatiK,
InViD)
Meaning is now
past
Our value has
been lost
Entropy now
reigns
Your form,
you’ve failed
How like pigs
you feed
Like vermin you
still live
Our doctrine
is now told
We hail
destruction
Our hand is
suffering
Our voice
lament
Belief has
been a lie
Faith’s a
dirty whore
We shall not
look back
Our eyes have
opened
Childhood left
behind
Promises
discarded
God is just a
stillborn
The veils are
falling
Our hand is
suffering
Our voice
lament
Into the night
march forth
Toward the
dawn’s first light
They shall not
die, they shall arise,
Then NON will
stand as all!
l’OSS Hall
(ItinitI/StatiK)
All things acted on
Earth
In the bright
sculptures of lOSS's hall
Where we live
Forgetting our
error
There, our story to
unfurl
From hate to
wayward love
Every sorrow every
hurt
Are caught there in
these walls
Not prejudiced by
feelings BLESSED!
We do not feel at
all
Not prejudiced by
feelings BLESSED!
He does not feel at
all
I heard his voice
in my sleep
His angel in my
dreams
Does God forgive a
debt?
Only if it be PAID!
ONLY IF IT BE PAID!
(Statik)
From the heart
of exile
From this age
of dispossession
We shall shatter
worlds
We shall
overturn empires
All across
these fields
I foresee
Our killers
rise
Your corpses
fall
Kill Kill Kill
Kill
Killkorps
You who dare
to dream
Cower before
dreams
We're your
salvation
We're your
death
My eyes are
darkness
My heart is
light
We are the
means
To end your
suffering
There are
corpses
There are
killers
All across
these fields I see
Corpses made
by you and me
(StatiK)
Beyond the
Kronosphere
Something
stirs
Within the
Meta-Kronosphere
We arise
We'll tear this
world to shreds
We'll rip your
world to shreds
Your
corporations will burn
Your
institutions will burn
Your churches
will burn
Your flag will
burn
You will burn!
IN AGNOSTIC
ECSTASIS WE LIE
IN GNOSTIC
INDIGNATION WE RISE
Within the
Meta-Kronosphere
This moment is
decried
You would have
thought
Your actions
were your own
But history
has moved your hand
Now history
has given us this day
The dark ages
are over
Our age is
come
(Statik)
Whom in
absence art
Whom in
silence dwells
Die Welt ist
alles das das Fall ist!
You're world
is dead
You're world
is losing
You pay for
security
You'll pay one
day
Here in your
factories
Here in your
prisons
The slaves are
all sleeping
They'll awake
one day
Our crops have
not failed
But one day they
will
Our skies have
not fallen
But one night
they will
My life has
not ended
Shall be
recalled
Shall be
brought back
Our world is
dead
Our world is
lost
It has not
been forgotten
We shall not
be forgotten
The bombs have
not fallen
But one day
they will
The dams have
not broken
But one night
they will
My life has
not ended
Die Welt ist
alles das das Fall ist!
(InViD)
There
congregate clocks,
That drome
without gears.
The fumblings
of fingers,
Skilled in
non-art.
A semblance of
time,
The semaphore
lies.
Dead eyes
reopen
In Feraland
An Augury
burns
The valley
rolls on
All lives
abhorrence
In Feraland
All is reborn
In Feraland
The gaslight
is dimming,
The street
falls in shade.
Road formed in
night-time,
Is nameless
and fades.
Touching my temple,
Seamless and
blind.
I weep for an
opening,
An opening, an
eye.
A million
around me,
The semaphore
lies,
The hour is
one now,
A semblance of
time.
A semblance of
time,
The semaphore
lies.
Dead eyes
reopen
In Feraland
An Augury
burns
The valley rolls
on
All lives
abhorrence
In Feraland
All is reborn
In Feraland
A SOLITARY ORDER
(N2 ItinitI)
Written for
"Der Waldganger: Retreat into the Forest"
A tribute LP
to Ernst Jünger.
YOU ARE
STANDING ON UNTRODDEN SANDS
NO FOOTSTEP
HAS FALLEN AHEAD OF YOURS
FROM NOW ON
FOR THE REST OF THE COURSE
OF THE MEASURE
OF THE TIME OF THE AGE
WHAT SURROUNDS
YOU HAS BEEN DESTROYED
WHAT BINDS YOU
HAS BEEN SLAIN
YOU'RE ON YOUR
OWN WITH NO ALLEGIANCES,
WISE MEN AND
CHRIST ARE NOT YOUR FATHER'S KIN.
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YOU ARE BEGINNING
THE WAY OF A NEW ORDER
HAIL!
ESTABLISHING
THE SOLEMN FRONTIER OF HEAVEN
HAIL!
YOU ARE
BEGINNING THE WAY FOR A NEW DAWN
HAIL!
ESTABLISHING
THE SOLEMN FRONTIER OF HEAVEN
HAIL!
WHICH ATLAS NO
LONGER GUARDS
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YOU LEAVE THE WEAK TO CONCEDE:
"YES, I TOO BELIEVE AS YOU BELIEVE"
IF YOU ARE STRONG YOU WILL SEEK OUT THE NEW WAY
YOU MAY SUCCEED AND EVEN IF YOU FAIL
YOU WILL HAVE DEALT WITH LIFE WITH DEEDS
YOU WILL HAVE STRUGGLED FOR THE NEW REALITY...
(InViD,
StatiK)
Rivers of
viscera crawl on the tile,
Corruption
clots in the drain.
The bodies are
dragged out,
The bodies are
burned.
Now line them
up again.
The Dead Do
Not Revolt!
Pens filled
with liars lining the walls,
To stifle our
genius they tried.
Their tongues
are now cut out,
They're shot
in the head.
And history
rejoices they've died.
The Dead Do
Not Revolt!
(InViD/StatiK)
Writhe and cry
as useless dogs, Having reached your tether's end.
Decimate the
common, for the common good.
It sickens to see
all we have seen, mediocrity burns to the ground.
The ink of
perdition blots you out.
Solipsist
Nation stamps you out.
Slathering
animals to be put down.
The dish of
your being licks itself clean.
All the
failings of man, our patience is at an end.
We rewrite
your sacred tomes, even god forgets who you were.
Dabis Improbe
Poenas!
Pray to the
cross on the wall, but you will die for you sins.
God may have
written the book of life,
But we have
written the end.
So few have
been called along this way,
Only us you
have never been.
The ink of
perdition blots you out.
Solipsist
Nation stamps you out.
Slathering
animals to be put down.
The dish of
your being licks itself clean.
All the
failings of man, your history is at an end.
Your life and
your lies aborted, you never were.
Dabis Improbe
Poenas!
Nebuchadnezzar
Division
(Invid)
May
the god protect our frontiers.
May the god protect our son.
May the god protect the crown.
Our sovereign king reborn
Nebuchadnezzar Ensi!
Nebuchadnezzar Ensi!
A million fists at your walls.
A subjugation of 13 years.
Consciousness' value falls away.
House and clan does not exist.
Nebuchadnezzar Ensi!
Nebuchadnezzar Ensi!
May the god protect our empire.
Before followers he grazes with kine.
And water from a goblet of lead.
The very stones bear his name.
Nebuchadnezzar Ensi!
Nebuchadnezzar Ensi!
The Indictment of Birth
(statik)
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
keep 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
SOLIPSISTICA NIHILISTI
(InViD/StatiK)
That which stands behind the monarch and state
That which stands behind this transient
charade
That which stands behind the sovereignty
of will
That which stands behind the ontology of
time
That which stands behind the order of
operations
That which stands behind the
parliamentary of man
That which stands behind the oligarchy,
unseen
That which stands behind the Archons
fatal err
Stands the one the 36 faces of Adam
Qadmon
Satan and the Sun
(InViD)
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.
The 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.