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Heralds of Black Emptiness Behold!

The Black beasts, the snarling jaws the beasts of fire and night Free at last! Bless us with your venomous spit! Release! The black beasts, the lords of the shadow release your venom into the waters quench my thirst Behold! The flaming sword, the darkened shape the destroyer of worlds! cast your light high up the flames fall wide and engulf the nine worlds! Come forth! Wyrm of the depts and havoc the seas! Bringer of black chaos! wrap yourself tight around the neck of humanity Behold! The black dog! vision of death, dismal beauty! the blood from your jaws form the river of screams! Come forth! break those chains of godlyness! Come Forth! Swallower of men, eater of flesh! looking down from the skys, ready to strike! gaze of destruction!

Awakening of the Shadow We stand in black, knife raised total contempt for what you hold dear surrouded by craniums and symbols of death a sacrifce to the snarling gods A body chained to the stone paralysed with fear, knowing what destiny is a opfer to the shadow stare into the eye of madness the words are spoken the vision of the black dog the knife rips your throat! A sacrifice to nihilistic destruction! Your life - our sacrifice! Your flesh - The awakening of the shadow! Painting a Thurisaz with your blood to call the creatures forth! Black Art and Sorcery! The cosmos is trembling in fear! Lords of the second world, piering through the black fog Shadows of death tearing to shreds your human shell cast to the river of torment Nine more times you will suffer! Nine times Nine you will endure! Jaws of Hel, blade of dagger!

Awakening of the Shadow!!

Excrucior Die kleinen Mdchen brauchen keinen Namen, und dort, wohin sie jetzt gekommen sind sie alle erkannte Horen. Horen, die wir fr Satan werden... Es ist dann, wenn wir rituelle Gewalt ausben, dass spren wir, dass wir leben! Ihr erbrmliches Weinen und peinlich patetische Gebete um Gnade wenn ihre bleichen Gesichter Trnen vergieen, ist das wie ein Erguss fr uns. Es sind dreizehn wertlose Krper an der Zahl, die uns nackt auf den Knien gegenberstehen. Wir ohrfeigen ihre Gesichter - nun nicht lnger mit auch nur einem Bisschen Hoffnung. Der Walt ist dunkel und nass vom Regen. Wir legen ihre furchtvollen Krper in Ketten und die Schlampe, die auch nur den kleinsten Ton von sich gibt, bekommt eine Rippe abgetreten. Wir beginnen zum Platz zu wandern, der schon lange darauf gewartet hat, die Krper umfassen zu drfen. Ahh, unsere Herzen schlagen hrter als je zuvor. Was jetzt!? Ein Hurenkind ruft nach seinem Gott! Erzrnt von extremstem Hass geh ich nach vorn zu der Schlampe. Ich zwinge sie nach unten auf den Boden und mit dem einen Fu im Nacken und den Hnden um ihre Stirn so schicke ich sie in die Hlle - der Haufen Huren weint zu unserer Befriedigung. Die Wanderung schreitet fort. Ich hre, dass wir nicht lnger einsam sind Ratten, Wlfe, Fchse und Raben sind in unserer Nhe, um die rituelle Schlachtung zu beschauen... Eine Zeit ist vergangen - wir sind da. Einige der Huren mussten die letzten Kilometer geschleift werden - doch sie sind am Leben. Jetzt helfen wir etwas mit, Minderwertige um Minderwertige auf unseren Steinalta r der Lust zu legen. Nachdem die Steine ihre Schdel zerschmettern, wird der Wald langsam von einem aufdringlichen Blutgestank erfllt. Als der dreizehnte Krper vom Stein weggeschaufelt ist hat der ewige Wald sein Opfer bekommen und die tastenden (?) Seelen finden bald zu Satan. Satan, der in uns existiert.

Vor allem waren im Ausgangstext ein paar Fehler, was es nicht einfacher macht. Leicht korrigiert: Der Gesichtslose "Dies htte die Nacht meines Todes sein sollen..." Ein (es muss "et" heien, nicht "en") einsamer, graubleicher und freudenloser Mens ch stand am Fenster und wusste nicht,

dass er seine letzten Gedanken dachte... "Komm...komm...befreiender Tod. Lass mich frei. Ich will verschwinden..." (Der Sinn/Verstand des Menschen wird vergewaltigt) "Reiche mir deine Hand, du Gesichtsloser und gewiss wirst du die Se der Pein schmecken. Ferne Stimmen locken... "Wir werden schweben auf einem Baumwolltraum aus Dornen. Fhre ("fr")/Folge ("flg", "fg" gibt es nicht) mich/mir zu deiner Hlle..." Der Mensch wird zu den lockenden Worten der Samtstimme gezogen... "Komm herein in meine Seele, ich ziehe dich nackt aus und zerreie dich... Komm herein in meine Welt, ich werfe Schatten herab in deine Wunden... Schlucke meine Zunge, und ich werde dein Herz umfassen, bis du nicht lnger ein Herz hast..." Die Schatten (???) werden vergehen... Die Narren werden vergehen... Ah, wie ein Pferd in Flammen strme ich durch die Pforte hinein zu meinem eigenen Reich. ...ein neuer Keim ist gesht in im Garten des Samt-Raumes. Der Preis des bermutes En eisender Wind weckt dich... Die Glut des Sonnenaufgangs brennt in deinen Augen. Jetzt gibt es nur uns beide, unter den beschtzenden Zweigen der Bume... Wie drohende Arme strecken sie sich nach dir, suchend nach deinem lebenden Schdel. In deinem Gesicht sehe ich Furcht, ...du leidest ohne Schmerz, den du sprst die Nhe des Todes. Ich... habe dich hierher gebracht. Ich... habe dich am Leben gehalten, damit ich es genieen kann, dich sterben zu sehen. ...Geniee meine Welt des Schmerzes. Unter jenen mit der Glut des Lebens wandertest du, unsichtbar fr meine Augen. ber die Schwelle der Pein (?) gingst du, als du meine Welt betratest und gierige Hnde ausstrecktest nach meinen Heiligtmern. Wie kannst du es wagen? Dein Schicksal wird mein Preis... ...Die Glut des Sonnenuntergangs brennt in deinen weinenden Augen, es gibt jetzt nur uns. Gleichermaen wie die Dunkelheit der Nacht die Erde bedeckt, wachse ich ber dich, du Erbrmlicher. Gleich den Rufen eines Ertrinkenden, die vom Brausen des Flusses erstickt werden , ersticken meine Augen deine Schreie. Wie drohende Arme strecken wir uns nach dir, hier bin ich eins mit allem. Mein Genuss erschttert die Gebirge, whrend ich deinen letzten Atemzug ausstoe.

Liebe - Pechschwarze Melancholie In kleiner Jolle auf endlosem Meer Forttreibend vom stndigen Kreis des Lebens Hier binde ich einen massiven Stein an meine Fe Ich ertrnke mich selbst in einem Meer pechschwarzer Melancholie Bilder von Leere, und von all dem, das verloren geht Ein letzter Kuss, den Rcken gewandt, nun eine Erinnerung blo Ich will es vergessen, es verlegen, es geht nicht..

Ein Wind des Leids Legte sich schwerst herum um die Huser der ltesten Ein Hauch von Frost auf einer bereits gefrorenen Seele ein Bedrfnis nach Huldigung von diesen, den Edlen Sinnen (wahrscheinlich aber "Edles": von diesen Sinnen der Edlen) Gedenken den geschwundenen Zeiten Ein Meer aus Zeit ist seit damals vergangen Glauben und Bruche der "Germanen" (Anhnger der nordischen Religion) Zum Wald nach Hause kam man/einer und zog die Luft ein Hier riecht es nach Christenblut - Egel (?) auf unsere(n) Herzen

Carousel A carnival for the human race Cotton candy, happy face A child talking with his mouth full Girlfriend gets stuffed animal A festive mood is all around Another world is what we've found Step right up, let's make a deal Ride the ferris wheel You know there's something lurking underneath the shape With a mask over it's head and makeup on his face Will Warner Brothers put our record on the shelf? Take a look in the mirror and see the clown in yourself Spinning Grinning Believing Deceiving

Whirling Twirling Confusing Amusing Discovery Recovery Inherency Transparency Fusion Conclusion Reality Fatality If you want to know what's behind the show You ride my carousel and enter life's jail cell Love and blood begin to meld, you've lost the self that you once held Merry go round your head - awake, asleep, alive, or dead. the clown that painted a smile on you Is now the one unmasking you Animated scenes unwind Dormant figures come to life Entangled in your own web A twisted tunnel overhead A glimpse of light, a drop of dew You slide into the swimming pool A roller coaster ride into the rivers of your mind The currents merge, your feelings surge, your life's a pantomime Beauty is the spiral going round & round the beast Without the vampire effect the carnival is deceased Fun. Roly Poly Topsy turvy Hang upside down Fall to the ground I think I'm going to be sick

Stubb (A Dub) Do you remember We called you puppy? Now you're one of us We call you family Family... Treading underfoot and stinking ass Hold the door aside and let her pass Glaucoma Reflections of a bloated lie A life stored in your cloudy eye Now it's time to say goodbye Stubb a Dub will never die Chase a tail that isn't there It's time to wipe your butt Sliding down butt hill Dahg Rastubfari - do you know That you're a fucking dog? If you can hear me, then throw up Give me a sign And I'll throw a stick, bring it back Roll over and die

You taught me a lesson - thanks mom! Do you understand me Do you think about me when you're peeing? Do you really think you're gonna grow Into a human being? This dog has seen better days You're gonna die How does it feel, Stubb? Eat & sleep Fulfill your only roll Let your problems seep Out of your hole Cataract Do you remember We called you family? Now you're underground We call you memory Memory... Gone.

The Song Of Zarathustra Human! Can you hear? What's ringing of southern silence up? - I slept I slept - I wake up from the deeply dreams of silence - The world - Pile of depth Deeper nor daydream, when you think of dream - The pain - king of depth - But - more than pain - is bliss which sobs deeper - Die - the pain said - The bliss sobs for eternal life The eternity want to without bottom, without bottom!

Museum Of Past Affections I stare out the window, everything is so bleak Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds I shall repress it all Sterile, distant buildings, a thousand endless fucking streets, roads to the last unwilling breath Memories and melancholy, despair and depression The endless hall of omission Fuck this, I don't care

Isn't It Nice? i am lost

and i feel so alone but it really doesn't matter there ain't a thing i can do judgement day let me know when you are here i want to see the world go down drag me deeper down i don't care down here there is nothing nothing but myself point a gun at my head do you think i care? but point it at yourself and pull the trigger now could you give me a reason to celebrate?

Den Krper durchflieende Strme der Ewigkeit, in mir schwimmend, Lichtermeere sich er hebend und sanft in anderen versinkend, der Krper vervielfacht, die Krper miteinan der spielend, die Glieder sich vereinen zum in mir erschaffenen Traume, die Bild er meiner goldenen Trnen, hinauf, hinauf und hinab in den Abgrund meiner Sinne, m eine Wurzel kostend, die meine Sinne in den Sphren meiner Hhenlfte zirkulieren lsst, Schreie der Erlsung und der Raserei der Freude, ich koste und ksse den Tau meines Geistes und schmecke und schlrfe und trinke den Abgrund, die Hhe, die Quintessenz , die finale Quintessenz, alle Momente vereint, das Fatum bezwingend, der Wille das Fatum werdend, der Kraftquell in Wolfsgestalt aus mir herausberstend, das F leisch des reinen Seins verzehrend und gebhrend, keine Grenzen, keine humanen Bar rieren, doch berwinden, die Schwingen geboren, gleiend in meinem Lichte, Form und Materie zerrinnend, die reine Luft inhalierend

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Gebt sie mir wieder meine schwarzen Puppen, Auf das sie mir das Bild der bleichen, feilschenden Dirnen verscheuchen, Die da kommen und gehen auf dem Boulevard meiner Langeweile. Gebt sie mir wieder meine schwarzen Puppen, Auf das sie mir das immer whrende Bild, das Sinne verwirrende Bild, Der aufgedonnerten, dickrschigen Marionetten verscheuchen, deren Duft das Elend i n die Nase trgt. Barmherzigkeit! Gebt mir die Illusion, da ich die fleischliche Notdurft der Nasermpfenden Barmherz igkeiten nicht weiter befriedigen mu.

Whrend ich die Welt verachte! Gebt sie mir wieder meine schwarzen Puppen, Ich will mit ihnen spielen, die unbefangenen Spiele meines Instinkts, meinen Mut wiederfinden, meine Khnheit, mein Ich fhlen. Wieder das Ich, da ich gestern war. Gestern ohne Zwiespalt, gestern, eh die Stunde der Entwurzlung kam. Werden sie je diesen Groll hier im Herzen erkennen? Das Auge meines Mitrauens schlug zu spt auf. Sie brachen ein in den Raum der Mein war. In den Brauch, in die Tage, in das Leben, in das Lied, in den Rhythmus, in die K raft, In den Wasserpfad, in die Htte, in die graue verrucherte Erde, In die Weisheit, die Worte, die Versammlung, die Greise, die Kadenz, Die Hnde, den Takt, die Hnde in das Fe stapfen, in den Boden. Gebt sie mir wieder meine schwarzen Puppen, Meine Schwarzen Puppen, Schwarze Puppen, Schwarze Puppen, Schwarze

Some Feel Some feel I don't exist Never believing in what they see Some feel that I am not fair I leave no time for repentance Tearing the vail Mending the vail Tearing the vail Some feel I bare the mark of man A misguided philosophy Some feel I kill for fun I kill for life! I can't escape what Gaia's left for me / No more I can't deny the lack of morality / No less Need time to think need time to think Need to spill blood so I can drink Take whay they give take what they give Some feel I'm dead yet still I live They don't know I'm immortal They don't know they're just cattle They don't know I'm eternal Eternal

Le Linceul De La Mort Au chevet de lit funebre, L'attends in vain le rveil de la beaut, Le coeur lointain, Sous le voile de l'ternit... Avant de rendre son dernier soupir, O illusion! L'ange de la mlancolie. Rpondant la voix du solitaire,

La cours de linceul de la mort... A travers le double sommeil, De l'innocence e de la tombe, Je l'accompagne dans le deuil, Mes yeux s'aatachant sur elle avec tristesse... Affect par la Sainte douleur, Je marche dans l'abime, Ou d'une voix tremblante, Mes derniers paroles s'envolent, Jusqu'aux portes de la nuit Les Sicles D'Ignorance Le grand secret git dans la haine... Dominer ce monde. Rgner sur cette tres... Manger ce fruit a-t-il t dit... Vous serez des Dieux... Esprit de tristesse... Esprit de puissance... La conscience du mal alimente... Souffrance et dsolation... Malfice de l'oubli... Sortilge de haine... Excit dun sang noir et boueux... faire naitre une mlancolie... D'ou s'enfruiront misanthropie et cruaut... Souviens-Toi Je suis et me considre comme la suprme maldiction... Mandite je suis et le resterai... Je vis dans le monde des forts st des lacs... A la lueur de la lune en ces lieux hants et dsols. Je corresponds avec moi-mme. Je suis et me considres comme la suprme haine. Un froid glacial prend place dans mon me... L'Amour des interdits, hante mon esprit... Dchire par cette sensation de mal-tre... Je bois mes penses malsaines. Je suis et me considre comme la suprme puissance... Majestueuse je suis... Ma beaut est faite de noirceur et de tristesse... De doleur et de solitude... Je suis et me considre comme la suprme vrit. Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldnt have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time Im a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Dont fear death, cause I know that its promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of jason Gimme a knife, a million lives Im wastin The shadow of death follows me, I dont give a fuck Pussy play superman, your assll get boxed up

Put him in a straight jacket, the mans sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society) (hes a) (hes a) (hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society) [ verse 2: bushwick bill ] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm Shes naked, and Im a peepin tom Her bodys beautiful, so Im thinkin rape Shouldnt have had her curtains open, so thats her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, if you scream, Im cuttin Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops aint shit when theyre fuckin with a lunatic (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) (maniac) (maniac) (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) [ verse 3: scarface ] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles Dreamin of the people Ive dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, Im like a pit on a rage thats goin for guts Boys used to die when Im full fo that fry I be ebbin when Im high So I say fuck and just let bullets fly Like I said before, scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies Im on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, aint takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [ verse 4: scarface ] My girls gettin skinny, shes strung out on coke So I went to her mothers house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, brad! As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on grannys ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now grannys on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick I said, die, muthafuckas! as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriffs gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I aints to die So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that angels dust The cops had the place surrounded

Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders watch me set an example I popped one, let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember wakin up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? this aint as harsh as it gets No tellin whats bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic (maniac) (maniac) (ma-) (mani-) (maniac) (I cant quit) [ verse 5: willie d ] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I shoulda been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developped a criminal behaviour Fuck with me, and Ill slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldnt prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden Youll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I dont give a fuck if youre 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, dont faze me Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic (lets get out of here, that guy is crazy) (ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac) [ verse 6: willie d ] I aint got it all, so dont fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history Ill blow your muthafuckin house up And if your wife and kids are inside, theyre fucked I dont give a damn who I slay Dont let me get a hold of some e&j Cause when the shit hit the fan Ill stab your ass quicker than a mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic

Ghastly Indoctrination Ghastly Indoctrination In mysterious ways your soul sinks down As eerie constellations told of it before This time you cannot hide A maelstrom of inhuman fears And the only way goes down... down... down...

Gone days of phantasmagoria Welcome to the necromantic gallery Where nightmares become so real And souls are stigmatized with the sign of impurity Misshapen silhouettes so awake Black faces and only shades of grey Distorted incarnations And prwyers for aeons unheard In wastelands of delusion Desolation all around Welcome to the promised land Where no single beam of light ever touched the ground Life eternal in a traumatic fade Believe me this is not a dream These dead eyes you are gazing at are yours Call it heaven, call it hell... This is where the restless dwell! Poltergeist Poltergeist Face my shadow on the walls A phantom of despite The 4th dimension terror I am the one denied I am the nightmare knockin' on your door Cursed for aeons, death's disciple I am the eerie cold touchin' your skin Cursed for aeons, life's denial I am the phenomenon from beyond I am the light leading your through the dark I am the dark leading you astray I am the complex voice inside your head Have you ever wondered Why all this has got to be? Have you ever wondered Why you shiver at night? Have you ever wondered Why the invisible makes you afraid? This is when our worlds collide This is when I crush your soul This is when souls can't rest at night This is insanity incarnated

Rain upon the Impure You who first cast the stone Are you adorned with wings? How could you silently suffer The sight of your dreams wreckage? Creature... Your harvest is poor Your soul bleeds Your eyes won t ever see When the bread is broken Wounds are nailed into your palms You who first cast the stone

Where is the splendour That once you wore so proudly? Creature... Your limbs are weak Your path is short Your breath is putrid When the wine is offered Disgust is drying up your throat You who are without sin Who was to block the left hand path When it became the last resort? Actress... Your speech is mute Your tunes are sad Your voice will die down awfully The day heaven laments your failure With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure. Between Bronze Walls As poisoning light Ignores my futile desire for sleep I find myself surrounded by mirrors Blinding me With this abhorrent colour With my abhorrent flesh With their abhorrent grin This must be the most raging maelstrom The deepest climax My saviour, my mere witness indeed I perceive your presence Yet, you cannot approach ... This hell is mine I shall die between bronze walls. Soliloquy of the Stigmatised Shepherd How long have I been wandering uphill? My lord, did you paint these meadows? They are colourless Roar... agonizing distant noise Look at me I kneel down before thee Bow my head Cover my ears Weep... This soil did never alter in two thousand years I wonder if it is you who hunts them Or are they following me...? This is a burden I was never taught to heave... To you I implore, oh father! Take this noise away from me! Save me! Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow Limp as a doomed horse I resume my way In tears, on chafed limbs There is no herb to be laid Upon the stigmata of immortality s burden Father, make (of) me the seed for a silent meadow.

Christian Schettler Arzt fr Psychiatrie Psychotherapie Knigsweg 14 24103 Kiel Tel. 0431 / 67 68 88 66360 6636 - 151

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Leviathan verkrpert sich im Element Wasser, das gemeinhin als Symbol der menschli chen Seele gilt. Um Leviathan zu erfahren, mssen wir tiefer in die Bereiche unser es Unbewussten vordingen und jene Schranken durchbrechen, die sonst zu unserem s eelischen Schutz dienen. ... Leviathan ist der gefhrlichste der vier hllischen Kronprinzen. In ihm lauert, was im mythischen, kollektiven Unbewussten unter der Bezeichnung "das Bse" rangiert. All unsre Furchtzustnde, bsen Trume und Traumata haben damit zu tun, und jeder, der einmal in seinem Leben Fieberfantasien ausgestanden hat (...) kennt die gnadenl ose Bedrohlichkeit des Leviathan. Leviathan, die Schlange, die sich aus dem Wasser erhebt, ist nichts anderes als eine Metapher fr die Bilder des Bsen, die aus den Abgrnden unserer Seele aufsteigen . Leviathan ist schwer zu begreifen. Wer ihm nie selbst begegnet ist, kann sich se inen unbarmherzigen Charakter nur schwer vorstelen. "Kannst du den Leviathan ziehen mit dem Haken und seine Zunge mit einer Schnur f assen? (...) Wenn du deine Hand an ihn legst, so gedenke, da es ein Streit ist, d en du nicht ausfhren wirst. (...) Niemand ist so khn, da er ihn reizen darf; (...) Wer kann ihm sein Kleid aufdecken? und wer darf es wagen, ihm zwischen die Zhne z u greifen? (...) Seine stolzen Schuppen sind wie feste Schilde, fest und eng ine inander. (...) Aus seinem Munde fahren Fackeln, und feurige Funken schieen heraus . (...) Die Gliedmaen seines Fleisches hangen aneinander und halten hart an ihm, da er nicht zerfallen kann. Sein Herz ist so hart wie ein Stein (...) Wenn er sic h erhebt, so entsetzen sich die Starken (...) Wenn man zu ihm will mit dem Schwe rt, so regt er sich nicht (...) Er macht, da der tiefe See siedet wie ein Topf (. ..) Auf Erden ist seinesgleichen niemand; er ist gemacht, ohne Furcht zu sein. E r verachtet alles, was hoch ist"

Rot For the day of the eternal comes, & your remains will be spread among thee

All will be gathered, houses destroyed & women raped... For he will rise & will fight until the very last day There shall be no light, for this moment to be unique neither day neither night His name will then be the only name From every doors to every angles, in every places on earth Flesh will rot while standing on your feet eyes rotting in their cavities Tongue drying in mouth all the hands rising to the skies, pray pray pray for salvation Fighting for Redemption Any living form will suffer from the plague from all nations, they will kneel down, to celebrate the comingwrath From every doors to every angles, in every places on earth Flesh will rot while standing on your feet eyes rotting in their cavities Tongue drying in mouth all the hands rising to the skies, pray pray pray for salvation Fighting for Redemption Any living form will suffer from the plague Servants of Wrath On this very day, He will chant through me Anything great is built upon sorrow, through your eyes I see the thousand lives I could swallow... Words as Weapons Words brought back to life Those meaning and those invective tone we had What did affect without effect Took another form one will never neglect Torments of angels that faded aLL those shade I had to sew back making all one Reaching none while All those shadows I had to fake Hiding some form Praying the One... Trapped in a body My own betrayer Not allowing any moves nor excess An unsharp tool that damage unity An enemy within that evolves toward statues Lack of motion, lack of action, Mind overprocessing For he hath shown the way and put on my path The pain and the torture of a shattered body I shall go on, wearin the burden of Pain, turning it Glorifying it For it didn't limit the strong For it didn't stop the Evilution For it just changed the process And made the whole scheme higher Battling on different mindfield Words as weapons Eyes as judges Smell the viktory & sense the defeat

Hho would here descend? How soon is he swallowed up by the depths?

Thou, Zarathoestra, still lovesth the abysses Lovesth them as dosth the fur tree The fur flings its roots And the rock itself gazes Shuddering at the depths The fur pauses before the abysses where all around Would feign descent amid the impatience of wild, rolling, leaping torrents It waits so patient, stern, and silent Lonely... Lonely, who would venture here? To be guest, to be thy guest A bird of prey, per chance Joyous at other's misfortune Will cling persistent to the heir of the steadfast watcher With frenzied laughter, a vulture's laughter Wherefor so steadfast? Mocks he so cruel He must have wings who loves the abyss He must not stay on the cliff As thou, who hangesth there Oh Zarathustra Cruelest nimrod! Of late still a hunter of God A spider's web, to capture virtue An arrow of evil Now hunted by thyself Thine own prey Caught in the grip of thine own soul Now lonely to me and thee Twofold in thine own knowledge 'Mid a hundred mirrors False to thyself 'Mid a hundred memories Uncertain and weary from every wound Shivering at every frost Throttled in thine own noose Self-knower Self-hangman Why didsth bind thyself With the noose of thy wisdom? Why luresth thyself To the old serpent's paradise? Why stowesth into thyself Thyself? A sick man now Sick of serpent's poison A captive now Who has drawn the hardest lot In thine own shaft Now doesth thou workesth In thine own cavern? Digging in thyself Helpless quite

Stiff, a cold corpse Overwhelmed with a hundred burdens Overburdened by thyself A knower, a self-knower The wise Zarathoestra Thou soughtesth the heaviest burden So foundesth thou thyself And cansth not shake thyself off Watching Crouching One that stands up right no more Thou with grow deformed Even in thy grave Deformed spirit And of late, still so proud On all the stilts of thy pride Of late, still the godless hermit, The hermit with one comrade, the devil The scarlet prince of every devilmen's Now between two nothings Huddled up a question mark A weary riddle A riddle for vultures They will solve thee They hunger already for thy solution They flutter already about their riddle About thee The doomed one Oh Zarathoestra Self-knower Self-hangman

8. Ein Knchernes Windspiel [Vinyl version (limited to 500 pieces) bonus track] [Hexer - Teil III / Gemlde Derer, Die Schieden - Teil II] Es zieht wie ein stinkender, kriechender Lindwurm Die Augen verklebt und befreit vom Verstand Das lgende Wort mit den geifernden Scharen Durch dieses erblindende, dmmliche Land Wir sind wie Standbilder unserer Trume Verzieren im Reich unsres Willens die Rume Wo Gemlde derer, die schieden, die Wnde verzieren Gemeielt in Hoffnung mit Wille und Wissen Dem widrigen Schicksal die Beute entrissen Wo stinkende Kriecher nach Ruhm, Gold und Ewigkeit gieren Wir spren die Pein der uralten Gemlde

Die Wir Und Die Die Auf Und

sehen, was sie in dieser Welt hinterlassen spren den fauligen Wind in den Lungen Einsamkeit auf all den endlosen Straen so viel gesehen, die so viel getragen Krieger und Heiler und Wanderer fhrten denen schon die, die da schieden, einst gingen so wie wir heute das Unheil schon sprten

Spielt ihr nur mit dem Hllenfeuer, schrt nur, was ihr nicht versteht Nur ein Sturm der Wahrheit reicht, und alles der wird Flammen Raub Denn diese Welt lebt nur von Lgen, und ihr lebt in dieser Welt Zukunft ist ein bses Wort und fegt euch in kalten Staub Wasser, das von kalten Decken tropft, gleicht ghoulischem Geschmatze Kommt nur in die Katakomben, wo so viel versteckt, verborgen Lernt ihr erst mal sehen, dann ist jeder Spiegel eine Fratze Doch ihr werdet Krppel bleiben, blind frs Gestern und das Morgen ...und ein knchernes Windspiel klingt im Lied der Verdammnis

I am the God Thor I am the War God Here in my Northland My fastness and fortress Reign I forever! Here amid icebergs Rule I the nations; This is my hammer Giants and sorcerers Cannot withstand it! These are my gauntlets Wherewith I wield it And hurl it afar off; This is my girdle; Whenever I brace it Strength is redoubled! The light thou beholdest Stream through the heavens In flashes of crimson Is but my red beard Blown by the night-wind Affrighting the nations! Jove is my brother; Mine eyes are the lightning; The wheels of my chariot Roll in the thunder The blows of my hammer

Ring in the earthquake! Force rules the world still Has ruled it, shall rule it; Meekness is weakness Strength is triumphant Over the whole earth Still is it Thor's-Day! I am the God Thor I am the War God Here in my Northlands My fastness and fortress Reign I Reign I Reign I Forlorn forever! forever! forever! forever...

Someday I'll take you to Disneyland Someday I'll take you to Disneyland We'll go on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, and follow him straight to hell But that's not necessary just now For now hell's all around us No rubber devils, no smell of sulphur But hell nonetheless Hell more grotesque than any medieval woodcut Instead of dramatic demons: a lifeless shuffling horde Without souls, without imagination, without worth And beyond redemption Someday I'll take you to Disneyland I'll buy you a pair of mouse-ears Tons of cotton candy And a big helium balloon with Mickey inside But all that can wait Today I'll buy you a 357. Magnum, with lots and lots of bullets I'll buy you a stack of AK-47's, and a warehouse filled with banana clips All loaded, and ready to go I'll buy you a B52 loaded with neutron bombs And lots of soldiers, to do whatever is necessary Disneyland can wait We have time Someday there'll be more of us Maybe then the world can be Disneyland

And visiting hell will be noble again

Walk the way of the hunter Not the fucking victim Take your own decisions Follow your path Hail misanthropy - hail nihilism Behind the black moon We praise satanics rebirth Extreme extinction rages on without mercy Battlefield chaos distor their souls Behind the black moon Taste unholy water and scream Apocalypse will return The sun turns into everlasting blackness Dark centuries will arrive soon Awake them and glorify Their purebred blood Behind the black moon We praise satanics rebirth Extreme extinction rages without mercy Battlefield chaos distort their souls Behind the black moon

Insomnia Wrapped with darkness i try to close my eyes Why can't i fall asleep? To delight in a variety of dreams, Which penetrate consciousness Turning into reality Every night filled with possession With insomnia killing dreams All i hear are whispers and sounds hurting my ears Fears which drive nails into my soul Abused with silence, darkness and thousands of thoughts Gathering in my head I look at the clock, the hands are motionless Slumber comes, slumber which will last forever Slowly and unceasingly, my eyelids close Finally i close my eyes... forever.

6. In the Wordless Chamber in the wordless chamber they feared death desperately thus they clustered to the fruits of the earth craving dispersion as if to avoid knowing why in the wordless chamber they feared life desperately thus they proclaimed any given truth and swallowed

as if to justify their fear he knew that there had been hordes of seers before him who set out to cure though, the sick wished not to part with their decease as if it made them feel alive in the wordless chamber he accepted desperation and the unpredictable manifestations of hope Rust I come from a land of systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness You don't want to encourage me Slowly corroding your fortified norm Leaving you bitter, grim and sober With rigid cramp or silent fear I strangle what you do hold dear With rigid cramp or silent fear evoking addiction, limp, severe It's sin again Like charcoal on flaming nuns Consistence unknown like early black metal We're born without armor don't you think I'm watching my back ?! With rigid cramp or silent fear I strangle what you hold dear With rigid cramp or silent fear evoke addiction; limp; severe

. For The New Man A metaphysic idealism Is the creation of a new man A new form of civilization Aiming at the achievement of physical And artistic excellence With courage and boldness We will overcome the past We will evolve a new civilization Where man shall be a wholeness Willing to move to acts of total destruction Even to mass murder For creative destruction We aspire to refine the true essence of the natural, and a human being March of victory... ... The boldness sunray! Fire in the battle... ... The rite of crimson dawn! Inexpugnable the flame...

... The eons blaze! The sun in the darkness... ... A fountain of light!!!

La ou les vents tristes se taisent et meurent sommellent mes lambeaux meurtris et mon ame dcharne de ces rives exsangues j'mane tel un spectre dfiant le jour A l'ombre du mal toute beaut se fltrit sur ce monde vil mon regard porte le courroux des dieux infernaux mes yeux brulant d'une haine dont la noirceur transcende le verbe je n'ai que faire de cette foi stagnante sur laquelle vous naviguez tels des vaisseaux de chair impure vos peurs sont lgions, vos faiblesses multitudes a l'ombre je me moque de vos existances futiles trangle cette damne race d'Abel O ruine Dans tes replis sombres ou la foi vacille et s'teint quand de tes gouffres sans nom tu reviendras, chimre je me fondrai en toi, glorieuse et ancestrale lorsque tremblent vos fondations repus et dli je m'vapore a l'ombre du mal trouvant asile dans l'ternit

I will ascend into Heaven. I will exhalt my throne above the stars of God. I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High."

Alone (- The Innocence Of Devils) 1 From childhood's hour I have not been as others were - I have not seen as others saw - I could not bring my passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken my sorrow; I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone.

And all I lov'd I lov'd alone. Then - in my childhood - in the dawn of a most st ormy life was drawn from every depth of good and ill the mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, from the red cliff of the mountain, from the sun that `round me roll'd in it's autumn tint of gold from the lightning in the sky as it pass'd me flying by from the thunder and the storm, and the cloud that took the form (when the rest of heaven was blue) of a demon in my view.

Blessed From Below Salvation: A merciless hand from below holding the melancholy of a million strangled souls Part, melancholy So warm and glorious embraced in a black mass a mass which holds the pain of oppression I'll reach out for that salvation hand and accept its shinig blessing so that I can bear their pain and longing Enslave the Willpower Human...Conquer your own Soul Give all your strength to find your spiritula perception Don't be a slave, believe in your willpower Burn the horned one with your own fire Be a plague for all the christsatanic liars Satisfy all your desires Life is in your hand, use your brain Your kingdom shall rise over the gates of hell and paradise The horned one is not the truth that god lost Love the Death as the Life A religion based on fear The bible is not true No fear at all-no sin Illusion do not need Every moment is the last To be dead for next time Love the death as the life Constantness is the right Love the death as the life Many masters came Mostly they were slain Every form is different Separated one Love to be in joy Beginning in end Don't believe in parents of parents of the parents Body spirit soul Evil to know more

BE DEAD OR SATANIC The Gates are open War awoken to end up all the Terror under the Sign of Crescent. Life inside is Terror Sympathy is Error When you search for God you might find blind a frog. Be the lethal Rebel be your only God and the Law - do what you want may be the only Creed. So be dead or Satanic set your life in Panic if you believe in social Crap you are already dead. It seems not to be in Love with Satan. To free your Soul from social and moral Limitations. A chained Soul will kill you someday! A caged Mind gonna wither away! Be dead or Satanic may be the Way! Nothing left to say!

I feel this cold darkness The very emptiness calls me. Follow me on my path... Come, sentence this world to death. Mortal life is nothing compared to the void. Your fears will be ereased as the night (?) reaches eternity. What once was balance is now broken. As this shadows arised from the depths beyond time and space the abyssos beyond the line of mortal imagination light fades and left no source. I walked the void... Here time is the traveller and I am the constant.

Born To Live In The Shadows Of Damnation A veil of everlasting darkness Is ruling this unholy night The moon stand in full clothes on the Dark colored Sky And the stars are shining bright Flames on horizon light up the blackness Flames of the christcrushing war I see the tears in the eyes of the moon

I see the coldeyed stars I see ths silhouettes of forgotten ages Passing slowly beside me on I see the pain of the innocent Which was done by fanatic jesus sons I feel the power inside of me Power from a higher side I see the frozen blood on the soil I feel the forgotten pride And loneliness is my destiny And to rule the dark colored sky

All meine Glieder im Schmerz vergehend, ertrinkend Alles Sein vor meinen Augen zersetzt Verschwimmend in den Wirren der.... Jede Bewegung schmerzend, meine Umgebung eine Materialisierung meines inneren St erbens Ewiger Nebel, die Sphren dieser Welt durchziehend, versorgt mich mit belebendem A tem

Earth's Last Picture We sail the seas of nagativity To banish kindness from this place (Sans scruples sans humility) To behold the fierceness of wolves Assailing ye saints thoroughy Sans love, sans compassion To behold the wails of thine in affright Whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts (Sans warmth, sans pity) To behold a world darkly astir Rising in madness and mystery (Sans light, sans life) Would ye not fall into pleasant reverie Than to tremble amidst this old memory? Alas, for damned thou art... Now ye behold! Tis the rise of satanic divinity... Oh, we rejoice at the destruction Of all ye have ever lived for... Hark! As lands tremble and empires fall Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath... (Tis the voice from the past) Aye, we can not mourn, for Never morrow shall dawn World without end...

Der Baum Wenn Tag und Nacht sich treffen

neben mir und ihre Schattenkinder bei mir schlafen fliehen Nebelfeen und kreisen durch die Schauer gekhlten Laubes nistet Nachtvogel in seinem Haar schwirren schwarze Raben durch des Baumes Tage zauberalt wissen sie den Sturm berdauern den Traum schreit aus der Schattenkrone der Mord dunkel im Gegenlicht reissen Aschenwirbel Schrei und Schatten fort tritt die Nymphe aus verschatteten Armen wehen Herbstgold und Wintersilber ber ihn hin. Der Baum: Steineiche Wenn Tag und Nacht sich treffen neben mir und ihre Schattenkinder bei mir schlafen besteht er schweigend den Ansturm der Winde die klirrende Eishand die flssige Lava den schwarzen Tropfen die Jahreszeiten und Zeichen der Jahrhunderte ruhen auf seiner Schulter Stern und Vgel aus wohnen Ahnen in seinen sten erzhlen von alten Zeiten zwischen Mitternacht und Morgengrauen ist er der Stolz des Stammes und Aufschrei in Feuer und Brandung und Sturm und lauscht in den Anfang der Sterne.

1. A Call To Arms People often confuse duty with rights and rights with freedom. This all too common misunderstanding brings nothing more than false hopes and futile attempts at understanding without effort. Most people never take the time to think, and behind the veil of self-righteousness they judge on grounds of ethics. A moral standard they truly believe to be their own, and so their hammer falls, without ever even considering the source of their inspirations. The media has got a chokehold on outspoken opinions, and they tighten and grip in the name of freedom until all attempts to create are nipped in the bud, long before they get a chance to blossom. An every-day terror regime instated in the name of sale, for everything has a price, and the media just as all other merchants simply aspire to control the market, but to control the market of the open mind, they first must patent the written word. They have had a long hard struggle against ideals and dreams that people have gought and died for, but now they are winning. Systematically shooting down our freedom of expression and the last resort of the thinker, ripping the pen out of any willing hand and substituting it with a surround stereo television and magazines that contain nothing. It's a pointless struggle, but we will fight them, and when we can't fight in this world we will continue in the next one. Still loosing i'm sure, but at least alive, for a short while longer.

1. As Old As The Bones Of The Earth Time has demanded it's sacrifice... After thousands of burned books And the murder of uncounted wise women and men One should think that The age of innocence has gone... Beyond the seas of oblivion Lie the mountains of wisdom As old as the bones of the earth, As cold as ice, as pure as snow Dive the seas of oblivion To reach the mountains of wisdom Flee the caves of ignorance And set yourself forever free Here, at the heart of the earth My spirit rests In the embrace of time As old as the bones of the earth 5. My Phantasm Supreme Encrypted signs appear red glowing, contrasting the deep dark stone. Energetic they sweep before my eyes. My mind opens to an event horizon, my body fills with energy, the opening for the last chapter is to come. I never bowed down before a god, I never lost my subsconscious freedom, but always there are shadows following the way of the sorcerer, and so I have mine. I feel a cold hand touching my heart, Spears made of flames raging the skies The revenge of the ancients I feel for breaking their last seal, but preperation brought me to this point and not the simple spirit of adventure. My phantasm supreme, the last gate, the last chapter of my terrestrial, my temporal, my mortal existence is to come; "Eternity" is only a word made by mortals too. I see the dissolution, the return of chaos and maybe the rise of a new order? I call forth the storm of punishement upon the earth, or should I say "purification"? 7. Fire's Dominion Forgotten powers are revealed By fire we are sworn To the everlastingness, to eternity, to the void The sign of the dragon shines through The opaque darkness in our eyes Enthraled by eternity's winds

We shall grow forth to become one With the unspeakable The icon of wisdom A key to time and realities Tall it strands and unreachable For those who are not able to hear eternity's voice It shall be a monument for the few Who stand at the very edge of the abyss, Who posses the right of passage The gate is closed, but it is no you To see through the veil that lies above the shimmering stars So it is written and so it will be done The furious flames, they dance with pride Between the heavens and the deadly depths This is a beginning and an end By fire we are sworn 8. The Isolated Vale Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms In solitude since the beginning of time Forgotten, lost and only visited By the icy winds that make The surronding mountains rugged Together with the waters which flow down From the mountains sides, which flow down from the mountains sides. There, in this untouched landscape, Strifed only by the elemantary mights There, where the spirit opens fully to To the pain of solitude. But where the grief has no mortal reason Only the beautiness and isolation. There I want to rest and to guard To leave it forever unseen. Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms In solitude since the beginning of time Forgotten, lost and only visited By the icy winds that make The surronding mountains rugged Together with the waters which flow down From the mountains sides, which flow down from the mountains sides. 5. Nightvision Here at the top of a mountain in a clear night under the stars that seem to fall every next moment I receive a vision. A vision of a rising empire. An union of the strong, built upon the hate in man. 9. ...Of Broken Stones Waters unleashed... Fires unbound... Ashes surround my feet as i see how might could work... once more... Shadows that embrace me with their wings of frozen fears -

my elements the necromancer's dream tear flesh from bone... seperate the spirit from flesh. Stones brokeup, iron melted as I set my feet at the shores of underworld Now pure to enter the fotbidden realms I walked the path of spirit once more. As pureas the prophecies had told. "And he shall journey into the realms of the dead, and hecontent with the forces therein unto the very gates of despair, to gain knowledge from the burning lands, but never he shall return to the world of light."

Dans les Bras des Immortels En ces lieux immmoriaux s'est infus mon tre Dans ces capitales de perdition j'ai err sans pudeur Sous les hivers ternels ou s'tiolent les fleurs du mal j'ai dormi Dans les Bras des Immortels... Noirceur, haine, satanisme, tous ces atours parent mon me Toujours ma voie m'a entran vers ces enfers de givre L o la lumire agonise et se dressent les Damns Ces portes dfiant l'ternit j'ai franchi sans hsiter Au del de ces steppes sempiternelles O les rafales sombres lacrent les anges meurtris Sur ces trnes perdus, fixant des arcanes oublis Ces augustes Dchus j'ai enfin dcouvert "Dans ces yeux malveillants d'o s'panche la sagesse En des flots de vermeil, sous des lunes obscures fut enfin scell mon pacte" Maudissant ce qui est saint j'ai plong dans la nuit Guid par leurs cris je me suis noy dans mes pchs Ces murmures infinis que je chrirai toujours Chevauchant les vents infernaux tel un hraut je reviens Poser mon regard vengeur sur ce monde misrable toi race impure qui t'abreuve de tes dlires Drap dans mon aura noire je mprise ta faiblesse Moribonde et sectaire ta foi s'teint Dans le tissu des tnbres un nouvel empire se tisse Forsaken Whispers Woe to the powers of the light... Where others were to drown In these oceans of sin I was but washed ashore Where the Darkness itself Whispers the Art Enthralled by the voices That were soon to be mine Unheard from above Yet to these ears Ever so loud As the curse of life was extinguished I was branded a paragon of evil For each blasphemy carved upon my soul Came with a scar I wore with pride Where coldness was given it's true meaning

My weak and weary flesh was sculpted anew I would return soon imbued with new powers To storm upon the right hand path As a sheep amongst wolves I was asked to pay The price of blind servitude Where others would swallow their pride in silence I sketched a grotesque smile ... As I came here to reign Beyond the Pallid Vales Pallid. With only such a fleeting word could I describe this holy place... Where the throes of life had yet to pierce the skies And the sun was swallowed by (these) godforsaken vales They were to be found in their silent slumber Waiting to be freed by mere mortal breath Like a dark ripple upon a white ocean I stood For I was a creature of the flesh With thorns of destiny I had to let it flow The pureness of the snow forever washed away Horrid screams of joy were to be heard As fear swept across the lands of god My flesh pierced by their razors I hit the white grounds smiling Where holiness was raped under ebony skies And the scarlet moon was to reign forevermore As millions of horns were held up high Beyond the pallid vales I became one of them Of Pain and Insufferable Torment As waves upon waves of Darkness came crashing upon this world Whimpering feeble prayers was all they could do From summerless voids the gates of pearl crumbled A new age of man was forged in pain Palaces were to be built and adorned with the skulls of the holy Twenty times a century tenfold would be their time Atop mountains of misanthropy Formless hands crushed the light Its ashes lost in the sands of time Fragments of a faith Shattered Forgotten Lunes Funbres Dans les bois ptrifis de cette Nouvelle-France silencieuse Telle une ame en peine je porte la lueur des tnbres Contemplant cette nuit noire sertie d'toile o regne l'orbe spulchral Ce plein rgard qui me dchire et qui depuis toujours m'obsde Par monts et par vaux je hurle ma haine Enivr par le sang je clbre ma douleur Je m'abandonne ma lycanthropie L o gmissent les solitaires Ces mains acres furent jadis humaines, purent un jour aimer Cette chase qui me grise, seul baume pour mes plaies beauts Les cris de ceux qui furent mes frres se fondent dans l'oubli Les corbeaux aux ailes brumeuses, pleurant ma morbide souverainet Je grimace aux arbres tristes seul en ce monde dsol Et quand mes larmes se seront taries

Sans aucun regret j'irai Dans l'toffe de ce manteau glac Reposer ma chair assoupie

Die Unendlichkeit der Bume (der Flammen), deren Stmme die welken Paradiese der Dek adenz zerfetzen, gebrt Schattenwesen, die (meinen Leib durchdringend) ihren supernaturalen Geist i n mir manifestieren

3. Of Divine Nature I am now at the edge of my being God of my eternity I am the will of fate Forever and beyond What I desired above all Within is the path to find my way I search the inner depths of my soul Yet how I would find my serenity I never could foresee... I seek to find the balance And within my reflection... The ways of mind I am at one with Foundation by my I am the will to Perfection in my existence hands create own image

8. Remnants Of Beauty Beyond the world I wandered To find a birth in my death And at the crown of my journey I saw dawn from far away Scattered remnants of beauty Behind ruins of decay This is the fate of the fallen soul Destined to walk alone With none at side and none above My time has come, yet again To be the soul survivor What a lonely existence In this cosmos of mine

1. Inception Perspective A burst of flames from a radiant glow Indeed they are the essence of beauty The source of all creation In wonder and amazement i stare at them The shining light from a veil of bright stars Silently in the night They whisper to me the words of life As i become aware of my existence

DEM UNBEKANNTEN GOTT Noch einmal, eh ich weiter ziehe und meine Blicke vorwrts sende, heb' ich vereinsamt meine Hnde zu dir empor, zu dem ich fliehe, dem ich in tiefster Herzenstiefe Altre feierlich geweiht 1934: "Das Amt des Reichsprsidenten wird mit dem des Reichskanzlers vereinigt". D ie "bisherigen Befugnisse des Reichsprsidenten gehen auf...Adolf Hitler ber." Crowded like animals You're the waste of existence Doomed to ignorance You'll disappear in shame and pain The spectre of Auschwitz is hauting your minds It didn't forgot you were born to suffer And we, ruling over your insipid lives We'll raise our weapons and you will return to the past The proof of your decay, Auschwitz didn't go away You will know the agony of your carnal hypocrisy Burn in the flames of hatred, be forgotten in the sphere of silence Forever now you will be nothing but an empty page of history Auschwitz rules over the torah Auschwitz rules over the coran Auschwitz rules over the bible Auschwitz rules over you bastards "I have to warn you...if they keep on like this they will destroy everything. N ature looks after Le Revenant Comme les anges l' il fauve, Je reviendrai dans ton alcve Et vers toi glisserai sans bruit Avec les ombres de la nuit,

Et je te donnerai, Des baisers froids Et des caresses de Autour d'une fosse

ma brune, comme la lune serpent rampant.

Quand viendra le matin livide, Tu trouveras ma place vide, O jusqu'au soir il fera froid. Comme d'autres par la tendresse, Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse, Moi, je veux rgner par l'effroi. Nachtblind Angepasst bis auf die Knochen Liegst du wie ein Buch vor mir, Hab die Seiten dir zerrissen, Denn sie stammen nicht von dir. Mir egal ist deine Meinung Tust nur was man dir gesagt Und als Schaf der Christgemeinde Glaubst du auch dem toten Mann. Tod bleibt tot Tot ist euer Leben, Im Tod wollt ihr lebendig sein, Obitus nil eris - und nichts folgt danach. Ihr habt es immer gewusst, In euren Geschichten strahlt Sonne, Wo keine mehr ist. Leer ist euer Dasein, Hlle wird die Erde nun Und Himmel nur das Zelt darber, Wo wollt ihr hin? Wenn der Tag zu Ende geht Entzndet wird das Licht So langsam wird der Atem, Bis die Flamme erlischt. Tod ist euer Ende, Nur die Furcht, die euch vereint, Sprecht eure Gebete, Doch niemand will sie hren. Schattensang Zu starrem Stein gefror'ne Krper, von Nacht durchsetzte Feigheit Eurer Art, verblasst, die Scham im fahlen Mondlicht, getrieben seid Ihr in den Wahn! Erbrochen - Eure Gedanken! Kein Bses ist mir gut genug, verflucht sei Euer Hang zu Sterben, kein Schein erleuchtet Euch im Trug! Erhaben find' ich endlich Wrme, doch kein Licht erhellet mich! Wo Eure Furcht Euch greift Im Schatten wand're ich!

Verderbnis Eurer Leidenschaft! Verdorben - meine Lust! Fhre Euch die Hand des Toten, meinen Geist erzrnt das Licht The Ghostly Pallid Hand of Fear Lost in the void of fog clad mountain range Far away from the pestilence of mankind Hidden in the trees of secrets and black security Into the pallid shadows cast away from the sky Evil dwelling within subconcious and the distant forest The night possess the poison of death Dark clouds obscure the frozen moon in winter Blackened sky descending upon it's weary souls Oppressed emotions still screaming inside The melancholy spirit of hatred and viciousness The talons want to lacerate Eternal nightmare planes and spectral blurs shimmering Flickering the tread of shadowpaths and corpse light The reign of terror throbs deep inside my chest And breath suffocated by the pale hand that does So violently gasp choke until it's leave Until the day to retribute with the damned There will be so much misanthropy and journeys in the damp forest Isolated in the hills devoid of any other man Ghostly visions and somnambulistic nightmares within mind The everlasting portal of discomfort

Nuclear Black Metal Kampf Cold rains of blood Falling overnight The persecuted mass Is screaming of pain and despair People running everywhere The victory has begun Unholy thoughts through deeds of wisdom Human controlled intelligence You're so corrupted, so complex Making miracles As the gods you had created Look at what you've done A dying world still praising tolerance I vomit on your beliefs On your future mongrel faggots sons I hate you all 3. Ad Hominem The quintessence Of mediocrity

Is the monument Of your mortality Ashes you were, ashes you will be Whatever The name of your god Whenever The end of your world I'll be the essence of your deliquescence Your fall is my victory I delight in this despicable painting A.H. assaults sodomizing the weak Your death is my glory I delight in this manless reality The absence Of imperfection Is the finality Of my thoughts Conscience I was, omniscience I'll be Whatever The fate of my flesh Whenever The date of my death You will suffer the wrath of my will 1. Depression - Part I Far beyond the walls of all safety in a land Disgusting as the highest of God's heavens Starved hands keep appearing - clawing Tearing shreds out of the flesh and mind And as the sands crawl their unchanging path All means seemingly focus towards the end There is no reason to live anymore when the reason cannot be attained But the solace lay beyond the darkness In a land where light and life dwell Yet soon will come death and the numbing fires Only then will my mind lie to rest For I am alone on this world Enslaved and surrounded by the living dead Yet still I stand tall as I bleed Deep from within the cuts upon my skin 2. Betrayed My darkest fears have become a frightening truth And the wounds are hidden so you cannot feel the pain For I have chosen the path of misery and sorrow And my skin will continue to wither and decay Happiness - where are you? Will this grief be swept away? This madness must stop or this world I'll depart As reality blends into horrific dreams My departure from Earth is getting near

And as I approach death, I'll show no fear I need you here to ease this pain For I fear it shall never dissipate Yet you are so far away and the blood continues to flow I felt your warmth - I can't touch your skin Remembering, as the knife caresses my flesh And I summon forth suffering and despair Yet it is something I do not wish to do My blood absorbs the poisons Drugged, confused - the walls enclose around me My mind is so high - my spirit continues to fall And the anguish recedes as life slips away Breathless, I beckon eternal sleep For I shall live no more to be with you As I see your fate appear through the mist

Into the Faculty of Wonderful Secrets (Serving the deep red elexir...) You are into my feared World, -sleeping in my domain With the faculties of mystical secrets... With the profound contemplation... From a cold destiny as a human To a gently spiritual flow I hide towards the virtue As a master of the enchanted dimentions With salt I cleanse the region of South. With air I cleanse the region of west. With water I cleanse the region of north. With flame I cleanse the region of eas t. (Litting...the divine light...) Chorus: Now when the fiery liquor chills in your blood You are touching these aspects who encircle this light This raw unended dark grim form is a Summerized branch to the feared grand realms Into Into Into Into the the the the faculty faculty faculty faculty of of of of wonderful wonderful wonderful wonderful secrets secrets secrets secrets

-...In a chamber filled with wisdom There is dripping from the roof Tasting the strongest great old power From this deep red fluid... Carried away from the death

As a mist carpet below To the crystal suite with jewelry As a marvel dark gift...

Storm of Terror Poisoned virtue... As a tornado who crawls deep in a vacuum Its wind becomes the rythms to a Symphonie of Chaos... Played on a breezy path of obscurity The endless strom of terror Is Twisting all nature into a demon As The marriage of heaven and hell To One grey poisoned garden with a labyrinth Where the ends got off into ecstasies... Then... A raving autumn shears Through some grim past years Closed eyelid crushes the gleam Into motions of a strange green stream High as the birds in the white of the air Whom the devils only can hear They are crying like painfully spirits As the terror is crawling within Dear shadows...- now you know it all Once again remaining a soul The wilderness comes aloud From the ended labyrinth who have been crowned Gained measures fireing the gleam To broken treasures who fades in a dream The endless storm of terror Please, let him crawl in their minds...

Emptiness Hell is real - I feel its presence Staring with empty eyes Into an empty sky Nothing is here to feel

I drift like a falling leaf The wind takes me into the unknown Where is all the hate All the pain Staring with empty eyes Into an empty sky Nothing is here to feel I drift like a falling leaf The wind takes me into the unknown Where is all the hate Just pure devastation to darkness Menschenfeind Misanthrope Ha - absolut und rein Existenz in dieser Masse ist unmglich Hate - absolute and pure In ihren Reihen zu stehen Existence in this mass is impossible Heit unter Feinden zu kmpfen To stand in their lines Ich bin kein Mensch Is to fight amongst enemies Denn Menschen werden sie genannt I'm not human For they are called humans Sie bluten - ich werde strker Ihre Angst - mein Stolz They bleed - I become stronger Gott ist tot - nun schlachten wir auch sein GefolgeTheir fear - my pride God is dead - now we'll slaughter his following too Untamed Devastation The limit is reached - untamed devastation Moving down every breathing entity Our wrath - our weapons are too real to ignore Mercy - a forgotten word aimless, blind ... just storming 'gainst everything The gods you banished in the ancient days Have still been worshipped by ones you fear They gathered powr which you now loose As your god fails by your side The two ravens are there to pick your eyes As we cry out the names of the pagan gods 1. Inception Perspective A burst of flames from a radiant glow Indeed they are the essence of beauty The source of all creation In wonder and amazement i stare at them The shining light from a veil of bright stars Silently in the night They whisper to me the words of life As i become aware of my existence 2. In All Reflections

I stand upon the portal Mirrored in the reflecting water Watching my own image, as i ask myself What am i doing here? I came slowly into the night From unknown corners of the universe I tried to find the ways to wander But my mind is torn between the two While this river flows down the past I dream it all away - for you While my thoughts wander into the coming Fallen are the stars - for you As the sun sets into the water I dream it all away - for you As the skies darken the world Fallen are the stars - for you I drive into oblivions wonderalnds Of timeless moments in a mind's mystery joy They came silence - as never heard before As for the first time i heard the angels cry

Universe of Black Divine The holy trinity is rotten All the saints are slain Religion is forgotten To the winged demon-lord we pray We will rule If not now, than in eternity Maybe you win in this world But the universe of black divine Remains immortal Get one of us in this reality We sacrifice hundrets of yours In our true reality Hell The dark age is our aim To rule of mankind This worthless brainless piece of shit That remained of gods ridiculous creation Our unit shows the sign of Satan The master in black Obey or be obliterated Eye to Eye at Armageddon

Eye To Eye At Armageddon Unable to save the world But able to suffer in this so-called heaven Your grotesque vision of pure holyness Will be suffocated like you - bearer of light Cry bearer of light To weak to fight Your fear - Your death Eye to Eye at Armageddon You say god is strong You say god is eternal I say this are lies Unable to save the world But able to suffer in this so-called heaven Your grotesque vision of pure holyness Will be suffocated like you Cry bearer of light To weak to fight But we meet again - Eye to Eye Victory at Armageddon In Sin In Sin Marching through the woods Our weapons held high Here is our meeting tonight Our fire burns higher then ever before Out master's awaited with pride We get immortality We are eternal We drink the blood flowing warm from christ So sweet to taste the liquid might Our satanic unity is done Join force Belial Hypnotic trance Awaiting the beast Waiting for the end Whispering voices telling me To rape to kill the priest Floating caused by magic Never ending hate

My Soft Vision in Blood So we reached our aim The replacement of day The obliteration of the sun The triumph of the soft moonlight Mankind reduced so much How deep my slumber is You are not the one you think We are masters - you are slaves Why weeping? Why bleeding? Did you believe in the false god? I'm laughing I'm celebrating I have foreseen my triumph

Now we are divided But we know our time will come Than we take our weapons To stand together as one Mankind exist to follow To serve and not to think We are born of the ancient race To lead you in total darkness Counts and lords with black blood United under the funeral moon The second wave of darkness Is to be invocated Darkness created Dark age foreseen The process of freezing In my soft vision in blood

Elvation Au-dessus des tangs, au-dessus des valles, Des montagnes, des bois, des nuages, des mers, Par del le soleil, par del les thers, Par del les confins des sphres toiles, Mon esprit, tu te meus avec agilit, Et, comme un bon nageur qui se pme dans l'onde, Tu sillonnes gaiement l'immensit profonde Avec une indicible et mle volupt. Envole-toi bien loin de ces miasmes morbides; Va te purifier dans l'air suprieur, Et bois, comme une pure et divine liqueur, Le feu clair qui remplit les espaces limpides. Derrire les ennuis et les vastes chagrins Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse, Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse S'lancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins; Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes, Vers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor, - Qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes!

11. Dark Are The Path's To Eternity In the cold twilight I stand Watching the rise of the moon In my deep dreaming eyes The reflection shines so clear With the burning eyes of a wolf The moonscape I behold I can hear the souls astray Whisper from the shadows

Oh, beutiful night Thou art my mistress Enshrouded in thy mysticism Forever I will be Enwrapped in the darkness I wander across the fields Of this haunted land in solitude Enlightened by the moon I am eternal, a life immoral in darkness Alone I have wandered in the mysteries eternal In my dreams I spread my wings Oh, the winds are calling My cursed name In tranquillity I fly into eternity The silence is broken By my screams Oh, mysterious night, thou art my silent mistress Make me once more one with the dark Like a black raven, I fly across the haunted fields Immortality Runs thick through my veins In endless shadowed time I've wandered through the night Ensnared by the moonlight I howl upon the dark Raptured by the winds That whispers in forbidden tongues I am eternal, a life immortal in darkness Alone I have wandered in the mysteries eternal 7. Vobiscum Satanas [Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Magus Caligula.] VOBISCUM SATANAS. CURSED NAZARENE, IMPOTENT KING. BEHOLD GREAT SATANAS. AS HE DRIVES HIS NAILS DEEPER INTO THY HANDS. THE WEAK FUGITIVE GOD EYES, CRIES HOLY TEARS OF BLOOD. AS THE EVIL ONE, PRESS DOWN HIS CROWN OF THORN. EGO VOS BENEDICTIO. IN NOMINE MAGNI DEI NOSTRI SATANAS. AVE SATANAS. AVE DOMINI INFERNI. OH, CRUSIFIED NAZARENE,

WHERE ARE YOUR POWERS NOW. WHEN YOU ARE FACEING, THE GREATER FORCE. CURSED NAZARENE, IMPOTENT KING. BEHOLD THEE, GREAT SATANAS. 8. Ineffable King Of Darkness [Music by Lord Ahriman & Typhos. Lyrics by Emperor Magus Caligula & Lord Ahriman .] I AM ONE WITH SATAN. I AM THE HORNED BEAST. I AM THY MIGHTY EMPEROR. RULER OF THE DARK DOMAIN. MY BODY IS A TEMPLE. WHEREIN ALL DEMONS DWELL. A PANTHEON OF FLESH AM I. AM I. HAIL ME THE HORNED ONE I AM THE BEAST. I AM THE TRUTH. I AM EVERYTHING. WHEREVER LIFE IS BORN. I AM THE FLAME. WHEREVER DEATH WILL STRIKE. I AM THE KNIFE. WHEREVER EVIL DWELLS. I AM THE ONE BEHIND. INFRONT OF THE INEFFABLE KING OF DARKNESS. YOU SHALL DIE !!! I AM ONE WITH SATAN. I AM THE HORNED BEAST. I AM THY MIGHTY EMPEROR, RULER OF THE DARK DOMAIN. MY BODY IS A TEMPLE. WHEREIN ALL DEMONS DWELL A PANTHEON OF FLESH AM I. HAIL ME THE HORNED ONE I AM THE BEAST. REGE SATANAS, AVE SATANAS, HAIL SATAN ! REGE SATANAS, AVE SATANAS, HAIL SATAN ! 3. Thy Legions Come [Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Magus Caligula.] MY WORD WILL SET THIS WORLD AFLAME. HAIL ME!!! WAR, WAR, WAR... THE EARTH TREMBLES, BENEATH THE ALL-CONQUERING CLOVEN HOOVES OF THE BLACK HORDE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, THE HORDE HAS BEEN DENIED THE THRONE. AND THE WINGS WERE TAKEN FROM OUR LORD! HE WAS CAST DOWN, INTO THE NETHERWORLD FOREVER. BUT NOW IT'S TIME FOR US, TO RECLAIM HIS REALM. AND BRING THIS WORLD INTO, ETERNAL DARKNESS.

[LUCIFER] LORD OF THE EAST, GATHER YOUR BEWINGED LEGIONS OF THE WIND AND PREPARE TO DEFEND OUR LORD ABOVE THE GROUND. [SATAN] LORD OF THE SOUTH, SPREAD YOUR INFERNAL FLAMES ACROSS THE LAND AND GATHER YOUR STRENGTH TO FIGHT FOR THE THRONE. OH, TYRANNOUS MASTER, BRING HELLISH STORM UPON THE CELESTIAL KINGDOM SET THE VAULT OF HEAVE, INTO FLAMES WAR!!! SET THE LEGIONS FREE, OPEN WIDE YOUR GATES LET THEM STRIKE THE EARTH, WITH YOUR WRATHFUL HATE LET ME SEE, YOUR MAJESTIC KINGDOM. RISE BEFORE MY EYES, THE ABODE OF THE DAMNED LET THE WEAK BE HURLED, INTO YOUR ETERNAL FIRE. TO PERISH FOREVER MORE. LISTEN TO ME INFERNAL LEGIONS OH, MIGHTY HORDES OF NIGHTFLYING DEMONS THROUGHOUT THE DARKNESS THOU SHALLT RIDE JOIN MY WARLORDS AND FIGHT THE WAR WITH PRIDE. [LEVIATHAN] LORD OF THE WEST, COMMAND YOUR APOCALYPTIC WAVE TO BREAK THROUGH THE BARRIER OF THE WEAK. [BELIAL] LORD OF THE NORTH, MAKE THE EARTH STRONG FOR OUR LEGIONS AND DO NOT DENY THEM TO TREAD FORBIDDEN LAND. 6. Thus I Have Spoken [Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Magus Caligula] Hear me now; let this be the day of reckoning. The gauntlet has been thrown, and the challenge is met. With death-rattle chains, and brimstone from below. I will come with black-hearted rage, and eyes of burning coal. Let the fire burn and blood flow, let skulls and bones tower up to the heavens. Cloaked in shimmering stellar glow, radiant with the cosmic light I will come... From the liquid darkness I appear, My unholy fire is needed to cleanse this world. Free from my cursed bounds, I once again will trample the earth. Bound to evil, carrier of Satan's mark. Wherever I will walk, the world will tremble. Thus I have spoken, thus shall it be.... Chaos swallows the earth when I release my Christian hatred, A hatred older than memory. I move across the worlds like a dark plague, Across boundaries unseen. I ask for the gates to open, And for my legions to be set free.... I call upon the power of darkness, form and shadow. I call upon the power of the elder ones, whose fate is bound to mine. I call upon master Satan, give shadow form and lend me your eyes. Grant me your crystal vision, and teach me what you would have seen. The chain of Christian force is broken, And the great darkness is loosened upon this world.

Thus I have spoken, thus shall it be... 6. Hail Murder [Music by Lord Ahriman. Lyrics by Emperor Magus Caligula] In the dungeon so cold, sits the Nazarene son. His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. Asking himself, where is my god now? Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed. Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now. Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one. Carry your cross, to your own doom. Meet the people's hatred. You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. Christian blood soon will cover the ground. As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside. A crucified whore, that's what you are. The only crown you have, is one made of thorns. Hail Hail Hail Hail Murder, murder, murder, murder, your god of filth wont help you now. soon you to meet the evil one. as the nails are hammered in deep. I am the spear in his side.

Carry your cross, to your own doom. Meet the people's hatred. You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. The demons fly high, they circle above. Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul. The lord of lies, soon to die. Thousand of years of pain await. Hail Hail Hail Hail Murder, murder, murder, murder, your god of filth wont help you now. soon you to meet the evil one. as the nails are hammered in deep. I am the spear in his side.

The Starlit Waters / I, The Mountain I...Will lead you to the stone that is stronger than you... The monument of my past, I'll guide you through the walls of mist and my sunless realms... The woods Forgotten... This one time, In my world, you're mine! The starlit sky above the water mirrors...The water is my blood, the stone is my human shell. Those two things I found so worthless for what is an existance among you mortals..?

As my light extinguished years back..When...? I remember not. I felt cleansed...Darkness with it's claws, invincible yet strong, tore my dusty shell apart. Death i fear not, I am Immortal! I am the lakes, the mountains too. The lakes where my blood calmly and poisoned rests, and as a towering wall, i am the mountains built by my very own, Flesh and Skin... The dust at my feet swept away by the wind called...Devastaion. The dust, i always hated... ...Why...? You need not know. YOU are the dust, while I, the mountain do not even sway in the wind.

Les jours de Dieu Sont Compts Les jours de dieu sont compts et je vois Nos horizons en cohortes obscures de dmons Qui se nourrissent au spulcre de l humanit Gavant du subtil poison qui fait dire : je te bannis Yahv Toi, l insulte, qui n a jamais compt, Toi, l abject mensonge, tu as souill nos panthons D un flot de larmes et d anathmes infconds Prends garde si Babylone svit...Jrusalem va brler Il a voulu que son dieu de lui-mme. On s imagine au milieu du cortges des Pas un mot, c est dans le que s annonce le seigneur foutit galement. Il dtache du ciel cette hassable portion peut tre que c est port sur des rayons clestes, anges que va apparatre cette sublime crature. sein d une catin juive, au beau milieu d une table cochons, qui vient sauver la terre . (Marquis de Sade).

Les jours de dieu sont compts, le chancre de l humanit Les jours de dieu sont compts, l horrible chose que vous prchez La fin du Christ a sonn et je crois que sa mmoire ,mme morte, est digne de l humiliat ion Car nous avons la conscience noire du rgne athe qui lave des souillures la proster nation de l agnelle crucifie Les jours de dieu sont compts, le chancre de l humanit Les jours de dieu sont compts, l infect culte qui la repat Autrefois, dieu tait gai comme un pinon roucoulant sur son perchoir Mais aujourd hui l arbre se rompt et je perois son fils choir Pas de piti, pas de remords, ne vois tu pas qu il est trop tard Qu il flanche ce charpentier btard sur son destin de quelques planches.

Hail Murder In the dungeon so cold, sits the Nazarene son. His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. Asking himself, where is my god now? Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed. Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now. Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one. Carry your cross, to your own doom. Meet the people's hatred. You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. Christian blood soon will cover the ground. As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside. A crucified whore, that's what you are. The only crown you have, is one made of thorns. Hail Hail Hail Hail Murder, murder, murder, murder, your god of filth wont help you now. soon you to meet the evil one. as the nails are hammered in deep. I am the spear in his side.

Carry your cross, to your own doom. Meet the people's hatred. You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. The demons fly high, they circle above. Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul. The lord of lies, soon to die. Thousand of years of pain await. Hail Hail Hail Hail Murder, murder, murder, murder, your god of filth wont help you now. soon you to meet the evil one. as the nails are hammered in deep. I am the spear in his side.

Thus I Have Spoken Hear me now; let this be the day of reckoning. The gauntlet has been thrown, and the challenge is met. With death-rattle chains, and brimstone from below. I will come with black-hearted rage, and eyes of burning coal. Let the fire burn and blood flow, let skulls and bones tower up to the heavens. Cloaked in shimmering stellar glow, radiant with the cosmic light I will come... From the liquid darkness I appear, My unholy fire is needed to cleanse this world. Free from my cursed bounds, I once again will trample the earth. Bound to evil, carrier of Satan's mark. Wherever I will walk, the world will tremble. Thus I have spoken, thus shall it be....

Chaos swallows the earth when I release my Christian hatred, A hatred older than memory. I move across the worlds like a dark plague, Across boundaries unseen. I ask for the gates to open, And for my legions to be set free.... I call upon the power of darkness, form and shadow. I call upon the power of the elder ones, whose fate is bound to mine. I call upon master Satan, give shadow form and lend me your eyes. Grant me your crystal vision, and teach me what you would have seen. The chain of Christian force is broken, And the great darkness is loosened upon this world. Thus I have spoken, thus shall it be...

Thy Legions Come MY WORD WILL SET THIS WORLD AFLAME. HAIL ME!!! WAR, WAR, WAR... THE EARTH TREMBLES, BENEATH THE ALL-CONQUERING CLOVEN HOOVES OF THE BLACK HORDE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, THE HORDE HAS BEEN DENIED THE THRONE. AND THE WINGS WERE TAKEN FROM OUR LORD! HE WAS CAST DOWN, INTO THE NETHERWORLD FOREVER. BUT NOW IT'S TIME FOR US, TO RECLAIM HIS REALM. AND BRING THIS WORLD INTO, ETERNAL DARKNESS. [LUCIFER] LORD OF THE EAST, GATHER YOUR BEWINGED LEGIONS OF THE WIND AND PREPARE TO DEFEND OUR LORD ABOVE THE GROUND. [SATAN] LORD OF THE SOUTH, SPREAD YOUR INFERNAL FLAMES ACROSS THE LAND AND GATHER YOUR STRENGTH TO FIGHT FOR THE THRONE. OH, TYRANNOUS MASTER, BRING HELLISH STORM UPON THE CELESTIAL KINGDOM SET THE VAULT OF HEAVE, INTO FLAMES WAR!!! SET THE LEGIONS FREE, OPEN WIDE YOUR GATES LET THEM STRIKE THE EARTH, WITH YOUR WRATHFUL HATE LET ME SEE, YOUR MAJESTIC KINGDOM. RISE BEFORE MY EYES, THE ABODE OF THE DAMNED LET THE WEAK BE HURLED, INTO YOUR ETERNAL FIRE. TO PERISH FOREVER MORE. LISTEN TO ME INFERNAL LEGIONS OH, MIGHTY HORDES OF NIGHTFLYING DEMONS THROUGHOUT THE DARKNESS THOU SHALLT RIDE JOIN MY WARLORDS AND FIGHT THE WAR WITH PRIDE. [LEVIATHAN] LORD OF THE WEST, COMMAND YOUR APOCALYPTIC WAVE TO BREAK THROUGH THE BARRIER OF THE WEAK. [BELIAL] LORD OF THE NORTH, MAKE THE EARTH STRONG FOR OUR LEGIONS AND DO NOT DENY THEM TO TREAD FORBIDDEN LAND.

Ineffable King Of Darkness I AM ONE WITH SATAN. I AM THE HORNED BEAST. I AM THY MIGHTY EMPEROR. RULER OF THE DARK DOMAIN. MY BODY IS A TEMPLE. WHEREIN ALL DEMONS DWELL. A PANTHEON OF FLESH AM I. AM I. HAIL ME THE HORNED ONE I AM THE BEAST. I AM THE TRUTH. I AM EVERYTHING. WHEREVER LIFE IS BORN. I AM THE FLAME. WHEREVER DEATH WILL STRIKE. I AM THE KNIFE. WHEREVER EVIL DWELLS. I AM THE ONE BEHIND. INFRONT OF THE INEFFABLE KING OF DARKNESS. YOU SHALL DIE !!! I AM ONE WITH SATAN. I AM THE HORNED BEAST. I AM THY MIGHTY EMPEROR, RULER OF THE DARK DOMAIN. MY BODY IS A TEMPLE. WHEREIN ALL DEMONS DWELL A PANTHEON OF FLESH AM I. HAIL ME THE HORNED ONE I AM THE BEAST. REGE SATANAS, AVE SATANAS, HAIL SATAN ! REGE SATANAS, AVE SATANAS, HAIL SATAN !

Dark Are The Paths To Eternity (A Summoning Nocturnal) In the cold twilight I stand Watching the rise of the moon In my deep dreaming eyes The reflection shines so clear With the burning eyes of a wolf The moonscape I behold I can hear the souls astray Whisper from the shadows Oh, beutiful night Thou art my mistress Enshrouded in thy mysticism Forever I will be Enwrapped in the darkness I wander across the fields Of this haunted land in solitude Enlightened by the moon I am eternal, a life immoral in darkness Alone I have wandered in the mysteries eternal

In my dreams I spread my wings Oh, the winds are calling My cursed name In tranquillity I fly into eternity The silence is broken By my screams Oh, mysterious night, thou art my silent mistress Make me once more one with the dark Like a black raven, I fly across the haunted fields Immortality Runs thick through my veins In endless shadowed time I've wandered through the night Ensnared by the moonlight I howl upon the dark Raptured by the winds That whispers in forbidden tongues I am eternal, a life immortal in darkness Alone I have wandered in the mysteries eternal

What Fresh Hell Take wings at midnight Under glimpses of a uncertain moon Her thoughts become scarcely human They infest and cloud her mind And she longs for this rotting ill And the grim bolt of her king She waits in bestial desire To meet her mater's last words, "Do you think I would except just any soul willing to give itself to mine power... ...I torture and chastise you to ripen you for mine embrace... ...Taking wings at midnight!"

Cut, With The Knife Into Mine Heart From the land of loveless Knowledge born of darkness Mine forest burned to the ground Burned to the floor long ago Cutting the night from mine heart Basking silent in hatred Rinsing Rising Proselytized to the hatred Steal on the thiever Bearer of six hundred and sixty-six diseases Fuck, with the night, into mine heart Cut, with the night, into mine heart

1. Werewolf Training Fanatic genocidal passion With earth murdering desires Endless repulsion towards man and all the filthy things he admire The worship of synthetic souls And a order from a history of lies May all this world finally dies Hatred of infernal proportions Flow through the dephts of my soul all love abolished From my cold black heart All humans begone Your lives are all done for My obsession shall slay you all I willredeem the fire and be your fall I shall seduce your young ones I shall be the last one remaining I feel the bloodlines I am werewolf training All emotions overthrown All feelings deleted They all lie They all deserve to die 2. Inhale Thorns [Music: Bloodline; Lyrics: Set] Admire my murdering foms brought to life by mingling horns My burning path I walk - now is time to inhale thorns The very core of my possession Invert the Axis, Defy creation! Once I started into your Eye I am not I shall become A curse upon the earth Bow down, pray for eternity

May it never end! May it nver end... Deathspell proceeds - as my need to collect souls till the worldsoul can take no more as I rip the Veil - feeding moans of the Great Whore Maya cries forevermore unleashing wolfish unchained desire your chained souls I force to Admire Everywhere the choir resounds: Praise hail Khaos! Eternally unbound! The last stab to your existece plot behold Jeovah left to die!

6. I Saw A Chapel [Music: Bloodline; Lyrics W.Blake; Read by Peter G Helmkamp] I saw a chapel all of gold That none did dare to enter in, And many weeping stood without, Weeping, mourning, worshipping. I saw a serpent rise between The white pillars of the door, And He forc'd and forc'd and forc'd, Down the golden hinges tore. And along the pavement sweet, Set with pearls and rubies bright, All his slimy length he drew Till upon the altar white Vomiting his poison out On the bread and on the wine. So I turn'd into a sty And laid me down among the swine

Of the four aspects of strategic analysis and definition, it is the contingency planning or entailment organizing role that reaches the highest development in M asterminds. Entailing or contingency planning is not an informative activity, ra ther it is a directive one in which the planner tells others what to do and in w hat order to do it. As the organizing capabilities the Masterminds increase so d oes their inclination to take charge of whatever is going on. It is in their abilities that Masterminds differ from the other Rationals, while in most of their attitudes they are just like the others. However there is one attitude that sets them apart from other Rationals: they tend to be much more se lf-confident than the rest, having, for obscure reasons, developed a very strong will. They are rather rare, comprising no more than, say, one percent of the po

pulation. Being very judicious, decisions come naturally to them; indeed, they c an hardly rest until they have things settled, decided, and set. They are the pe ople who are able to formulate coherent and comprehensive contingency plans, hen ce contingency organizers or "entailers." Masterminds will adopt ideas only if they are useful, which is to say if they wo rk efficiently toward accomplishing the Mastermind's well-defined goals. Natural leaders, Masterminds are not at all eager to take command of projects or groups , preferring to stay in the background until others demonstrate their inability to lead. Once in charge, however, Masterminds are the supreme pragmatists, seein g reality as a crucible for refining their strategies for goal-directed action. In a sense, Masterminds approach reality as they would a giant chess board, alwa ys seeking strategies that have a high payoff, and always devising contingency p lans in case of error or adversity. To the Mastermind, organizational structure and operational procedures are never arbitrary, never set in concrete, but are q uite malleable and can be changed, improved, streamlined. In their drive for eff icient action, Masterminds are the most open-minded of all the types. No idea is too far-fetched to be entertained-if it is useful. Masterminds are natural brai nstormers, always open to new concepts and, in fact, aggressively seeking them. They are also alert to the consequences of applying new ideas or positions. Theo ries which cannot be made to work are quickly discarded by the Masterminds. On t he other hand, Masterminds can be quite ruthless in implementing effective ideas , seldom counting personal cost in terms of time and energy.

"Es geht gefhrlich und verzweifelt zu im Lebenswege jedes wahren Knstlers, der in die modernen Zeiten geworfen ist. Auf viele Arten kann er zu Ehren und Macht kom men, Ruhe und Gengen bietet sich ihm mehrfach an, doch immer nur in der Gestalt, wie der moderne Mensch sie kennt und wie sie fr den redlichen Knstler zum ersticke nden Brodem werden mssen. "Nicht die Vernunft sorgte am Ende dafr, dass der Prozess der Verfolgung und Vern ichtung aufhrte, sondern die Tatsache, dass er fr die Inquisitoren unkontrollierba r geworden war.As immer hufiger Reprsentanten von Kirche nund Staat selbst unter A nklage gerieten, weil auch sie sichb der Atmosphre hysterischer Teufelsangst nich t entziehen konnten, setzte allmhlich ein Umdenken ein." Tomas Schweer-Satanismus

"La rflexion n'aboutit que sur le vide, toujours ce vide fatigue et attise le dgot de ceux qui depuis des sicles entretiennent l'illusion mystique, spirituelle et soc iale. Le dgot de ceux, trop nafs, qui acceptent l'hritage des fous laborieux et excut ent, fonctionnent et s'empoisonnent dans la joie et le bonheur qu'on leur propos e. Le dgot de cette humanit c urante de btise qui volue dans l'ombre des croix, des pro htes, des drapeaux et des Nations, des cultes et des Dieux. L'humain minable rige firement ses gardes fous, puis vit dans la peur de la punition que pourrait lui i nfliger cet tre Crateur dont il a lui mme rdig la fable. La main de Dieu n'est que ce lle de l'homme dspespr, seul dans l'Univers, qui cherche son sauveur, l'invente et l'adore. L'humain minable anoblit son sang et difie son lieu de naissance, hasard parmi le s hasards, il revendique son appartenance une Nation dont il n'est pas l'origine et dont les frontires ont t traces pour lui. L'humain minable n'a plus que le hasar d de sa naissance pour tre fier. Cet humain anesthsi et dfonc, pathtique et effray qui se raccroche sa boue vitale prie le Christ, Allah et toutes les arnaques du monde , implore Satan et ses lgions, lche le cul d'Adolf et de tous les dirigeants compl exs de la plante, exhibe sa russite sociale, fier de surnager dans la merde, fait b riller sa nouvelle peau, celle qui cache l'tre misrable que nous sommes tous. Quan d le soleil, fatigu, cessera de chauffer cette toile inonde par les larmes, il ne r

estera rien de ces principes, de ces valeurs et des ces ides qui ne sont au final qu'un moyen de passer le temps, un moyen d'oublier que seule la mort nous est f idle et qu'elle pensera toujours ne pas nous oublier. La rflexion n'aboutit que sur le vide, celui qui nous entoure et emplit les rponse s de ces questions que nos anctres posaient dj et qui rsonnent encore dans nos bouch es tremblantes. Etre insignifiant, trop petit pour tre nuisible dans cet Univers dcidment trop vast e pour lui. Quelques annes d'gocentrisme exacerb, de sentiments intresss et d'actes c ommands dont il ne reste que de la poussire puis finalement plus rien. L'humanit est mprisable pour ce qu'elle devient et pour ce qu'elle lgue, pour ce qu'elle apprend et ce qu'elle enseigne."

Toute une ducation rgie par elle, des barrires dresses par elle, des lois et des rgle s dictes par elle, des entits qui existent par elle, pour elle, une libert touffe par elle, les vies bouffes, gches elle pse, entretenue par les mensonges rdigs pour elle, lle l'me vritable de Dieu, substance de ce qu'ils vnrent

Vt- VI/I A ct d'eux, au dessus d'eux, loin L'inconnu intime des masses passe grim et cherche s es semblables dans une fourmilire en flammes. Ca grouille btement toutes ces forme s translucides, btement comme la parade autour de lui. Pas de semblables en vue, ou alors grims comme lui, ridicules comme lui. Ca grouille btement dans la fume et a tombe un par un, asphyxis la chane a attend son tour. Toujours pas de semblables, ou alors ce sont eux A ct d'eux, au dessus d'eux, loin d'eux Pas tant que a, pas du tou t mme. Il les a trouv, les sursitaires sont ses frres, il grouille parmi eux et att end son tour en se pavanant tellement il s'en croit digne, il s'en croyait digne comme tous s'en croyaient dignes. Des semblables partout, par milliers, par millions, de quoi se suicider, tomber avant l'heure prvue, le privilge de s'offrir ce dernier choix hautement marginal ; mais il en reste encore des traces de ce qu'ils disaient...Et si c'tait vrai ? S i tout tait vrai ? L'inconnu intime des masses, connu de tous, s'interroge, les genoux claquent au vent, il grouille avec les autres en tremblant comme une feuille qui supplie sa branche de ne pas frmir. Il peut encore parler, heureusement, pour faire croire que, argumenter, montrer et encore montrer mais plus il montre moins il est D'autres se sont tus et ils sou rient aujourd'hui du haut de leurs corps meurtris, de leurs jugulaire partage, de leur gorge crase, de leurs blessures toutes mortelles. Ils sourient devant tant d e particularits graves dans les sicles et qui suffoquent depuis toujours dans cette fume, quand l'histoire se consume, unes par unes elles tombent aussitt remplaces p ar une autre identique qui se croit unique. Inter Hominess Esse Vt- VI / VI Dposer un Voile et tout enrober d'opacit. Visionnaire aveugle, les yeux ne filtren t plus que l'obscurit et tout remonte en surface. Le temps recule et engouffre le s prsents, ananti les futurs. La mmoire pleure, les larmes de trop de souvenirs brle nt en flirtant avec les plaies toujours bantes. C'est le ciel nouveau, noir et dprimant, qui s'offre tristement, tableau dvast, dser t, dcor angoissant pour la fin de vie des corps dsols tellement innocents. Ne plus tre parmi les hommes, parmi ces Hommes qui croient encore au temps et son gent toujours devenir un jour. Ne plus tre l'avenir, se soustraire au devenir pour exister dans ce qui fut sans crer de nouveaux passs qui seront pleurs Fondre avec la masse organique et faire sagement comme le reste qui apaise l'hyp er conscience du condamn, autiste prostr qui laisse le mouvement incessant glisser

sur lui sans jamais le blesser Inter Hominess Esse Desinere

AXIS Je suis l'axe crbral en constante rotation connect l'essence d'une existence abando nne par la prtention. Btisseur de la simple relation avec la quintessence de ce qui ne fut rien, le demeure puis devient tout .Mon il dilu est fixe, phare du Dieu de chair branl par le mouvement profond de la vie limpide et rgulire; lumire au centre de l'univers, la matire observant la matire, l'atome de conscience explore J'ai dpos le voile d'inertie sur l'ocan de haine bouillonnant et vu la solitude s'va porer. J'ai vu les sommets sans cesse surlevs par les mes dsorientes puis domin le dse t o prirent les faibles lorsque la compassion devenue eau disparut, absorbe par la source intelligente qu'ils s'attribuaient. J'ai laiss briller le joyaux sans jama is le dsirer, me contentant de caresser ce qu'il est, et n'est pas, pour enfin se ntir un souffle nous mlanger dans une nouvelle nuit Les sicles taient alors dconstruit s . Je suis l'axe central, f tal et paradoxal. Celui, conscient, qui inspire, apprend, expire et attend. Devenu Non-Etre d'nergie simple et complexe dont la chaire des sche ne saignera plus jamais. La Procession Des Clowns Morts. - Ils amusent l'esprit d'un monde devenu prison aux barreaux de plaisirL'illusionniste guide les amnsiques dans le labyrinthe du dsir infini qui corrompt avec aisance les carencs de l'analyse. Les amuss originels deviennent alors les a museurs presque involontaires d'une cour prtentieuse arborant firement le systme es clavagiste au c ur d'un paradis o l'on r invente le bonheur. Je les vois se nourrir de leurs chanes, jamais repus et toujours en qute d'un inaccessible devant lequel ils bavent en esprant. L'espoir, toujours l'espoir, toujours plus de ce rve incons istant qui endort les consciences et fait de l'tre l'incarnation finale de l'abst raction et du nant organique. De leur vocation initiale il ne reste rien, rien d'autre qu'un vague souvenir an cr dans le berceau de leur inconscience. Forms l'amnsie, ils identifient ces bribes de pass comme la part de mysticisme inhrente chacun d'entre nous concluant ainsi que l'idal reste dcouvrir aprs un passage sur cette toile dsole. L'astre est dsol, eux sont dsolants jusqu' ce moment ou la mmoire salvatrice dissipe la brume d'un marcage o flottent des millions de cadavres anims. La lumire brle les n uages et caresse la chaire. Les sens s'animent enfin. Les questions affluent, se bousculent, rendent malade et restent sans rponses nourrissant le doute terrifia nt qui anantit le faux optimisme de faade. Ils pleurent leur btise, regrettent leur ignorance formate et deviennent observateurs de leurs contemporains innocents, da mbulant leur ct, tristes et dpressifs. La procession des clowns suicidaires dont le s larmes calment la soif des dcideurs fous, arpente les artres sales et dcadentes d e l'organisme urbain qui limite le panorama et fait vomir le penseur isol. Seul e t soudainement orphelin, l'ancien mort devenu vie marginale comprend que les Dix Mille tres sont en reprsentation constante au c ur du vide, perdus. Noy dans un ocan sans fond et sans fin il cherche la source, celle qu'on lui a dcrite avec ces mot s qu'il ne veut plus entendre ni connatre. Le f tus tortur s'approche brutalement de l'Artiste, celui qui dessine les contours et anime la matire libre. Il le dfie, le renie, l'invente, le pleure, le hait ; l a qute de son sublime avenir change au fur et mesure que les secondes le privent de vie, il veut brler le tableau ou se fondre dedans, oublier l'appris ou s'y aba ndonner. Le clown ne rit plus, il n'a jamais ri ; les autres passent encore, masqus, grims, travestis la procession des corps, tours d'incontrle au service de la grande Non- uv re. " L'enfer c'est les autres et je suis les autres" se dit il. Il ferme les yeux, dteste sa conscience puis pche nouveaux pour l'ternit. Dernier acte manqu, les autres cadavres, bien plus morts que lui, inventent son devenir et reforment son pass, son souvenir est abm, rien n'est pargn. Les ombres se soignent et tout peut continue

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I.M.C -Tout s'efface puis s'agrippe au prsent en embarquant sur les radeaux perdus de l a mmoireLes sens raniment les morts puis s'puisent en rendant fous les lambeaux d'tres ess euls, tonns d'tre encore l, figs dans le cycle qui emporte leurs aboutissements trop p es. Reconstruire pour chapper l'angoisse ou dtruire pour dfier le Principe qui dchir e les chaires dans un lan incomprhensible. Peu importe la Voie, elle conduira touj ours l'antichambre des gars naturels dont les yeux ferms devinent, dans une lumire t rop intense, les lvres tremblantes qui prononcent le mot de toutes les fins. Les cicatrices bantes laissent chapper des larmes rouges et paisses qui caressent l'tern it et nourrissent la nouvelle incarnation brumeuse qui n'a d'espoir que dans le ds espoir. Le cataclysme de quelques affols n'est au final qu'un dtail infime tout se p erd dans l'Univers et les torrents de pleurs chouent lamentablement sur la banqui se du tortionnaire, matre de Bronze, puis glent dans un inconscient trop fragile. Alors, dans ce dsert existentiel, le vent des galriens souffle nouveau, poursuit s on uvre, sculpteur de douleurs il pousse sans relche les mes affoles au bord de ce g ouffre qu'elles auront tent de rendre accueillant, ce trou bant qui domine chacune des manifestations damnes de l'Inconnaissable et happe inlassablement. Le vent s ouffle encore, toujours. Il grne les parcelles de vies et dessine les images qui r acontent le pass et torturent les victimes patientes, coupables et condamnes. La mm oire est un bourreau, c'est un feu de non joie que le temps prend soin d'entrete nir quand il rduit les vies en cendres et consume les prsents qui appartiennent hi er et l'avenir qui n'appartient qu' lui La dcadence, Reine parmi les Reines, suinte dans les failles d'un systme devenu po isseux. Trop humide, irrespirable, glauque et crasseux, tel se prsente le monde d ans lequel la masse installe le quotidien qu'une lite falsifie lui vend. Cette mas se d'ombres de chair et de sang sillonne les artres de la grande uvre. Des malades qui s'enferment et s'emmlent dans des folies sans cesse renouveles, berceaux d'un malheur qui surgit quand tout va bien dans cette sphre des enfers. Ils sont mala des et errent dans cet Univers reconstitu par de nouveaux gnies, malades, amants d u dsastre, amoureux masochistes shoots la mort en pilule qui ronge la fibre nerveu se et mne l'exil crbral. Une masse d'tres nouveaux, sans vie, perturbs par la lenteur de l'adaptation dans le processus respect de L'Evolution des sprinters aveugles et suicidaires installes devant la grande toile qui dpeignent la Nature. Die Dekadenz, Knigin unter den Kniginnen schwitzt in den Spalten eines Systems, we lches klebrig geworden ist. Zu feucht, irrespirabel, blaugrn und verschmutzt, so prsentiert sich die Welt, in der die Masse das Alltgliche etabliert, das eine verfl schte Elite ihnen verkauft. Diese Masse der Finsternis des Fleisches und des Blu tes durchfurcht die Arterien des groen Werkes. Die Kranken, die sich einschlieen u nd verheddern in den Narrheiten, die ohne Aufhren erneuert werden, berceaux eines Unglcks, das auftaucht, wenn alles gut luft, in dieser Hllensphre. Sie sind krank u nd irren in diesem rekonstruierten Universum herum, dass von den neuen Geistern kreiert wurde, krank, Liebhaber des Unglcks, verliebte Masochisten, gettet durch P illen

Nous n'avons pas de thses dvelopper, pas de concept proposer pas plus que nous n'a vons d'idologie dfendre. Seule la dconstruction et le reniement des sicles coulent d e nos plumes, la rflexion n'aboutit que sur le vide, toujours ce vide fatigue et at tise le dgot de ceux qui depuis des sicles entretiennent l'illusion mystique, spiri

tuelle et sociale. Le dgot de ceux, trop nafs, qui acceptent l'hritage des fous labo rieux et excutent, fonctionnent et s'empoisonnent dans la joie et le bonheur qu'o n leur propose. Le dgot de cette humanit c urante de btise qui volue dans l'ombre des c oix, des prophtes, des drapeaux et des Nations, des cultes et des Dieux. L'humain minable rige firement ses gardes fous, puis vit dans la peur de la punition que p ourrait lui infliger cet tre Crateur dont il a lui mme rdig la fable. La main de Dieu n'est que celle de l'homme dspespr, seul dans l'Univers, qui cherche son sauveur, l'invente et l'adore. L'humain minable anoblit son sang et difie son lieu de naissance, hasard parmi le s hasards, il revendique son appartenance une Nation dont il n'est pas l'origine et dont les frontires ont t traces pour lui. L'humain minable n'a plus que le hasar d de sa naissance pour tre fier. Cet humain anesthsi et dfonc, pathtique et effray qui se raccroche sa boue vitale prie le Christ, Allah et toutes les arnaques du monde , implore Satan et ses lgions, lche le cul d'Adolf et de tous les dirigeants compl exs de la plante, exhibe sa russite sociale, fier de surnager dans la merde, fait b riller sa nouvelle peau, celle qui cache l'tre misrable que nous sommes tous. Quan d le soleil, fatigu, cessera de chauffer cette toile inonde par les larmes, il ne r estera rien de ces principes, de ces valeurs et des ces ides qui ne sont au final qu'un moyen de passer le temps, un moyen d'oublier que seule la mort nous est f idle et qu'elle pensera toujours ne pas nous oublier. La rflexion n'aboutit que sur le vide, celui qui nous entoure et emplit les rponse s de ces questions que nos anctres posaient dj et qui rsonnent encore dans nos bouch es tremblantes. Etre insignifiant, trop petit pour tre nuisible dans cet Univers dcidment trop vast e pour lui. Quelques annes d'gocentrisme exacerb, de sentiments intresss et d'actes c ommands dont il ne reste que de la poussire puis finalement plus rien. L'humanit est mprisable pour ce qu'elle devient et pour ce qu'elle lgue, pour ce qu'elle apprend et ce qu'elle enseigne.

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"La rflexion n'aboutit que sur le vide, toujours ce vide fatigue et attise le dgot de ceux qui depuis des sicles entretiennent l'illusion mystique, spirituelle et soc iale. Le dgot de ceux, trop nafs, qui acceptent l'hritage des fous laborieux et excut ent, fonctionnent et s'empoisonnent dans la joie et le bonheur qu'on leur propos e. Le dgot de cette humanit c urante de btise qui volue dans l'ombre des croix, des pro htes, des drapeaux et des Nations, des cultes et des Dieux. L'humain minable rige

firement ses gardes fous, puis vit dans la peur de la punition que pourrait lui i nfliger cet tre Crateur dont il a lui mme rdig la fable. La main de Dieu n'est que ce lle de l'homme dspespr, seul dans l'Univers, qui cherche son sauveur, l'invente et l'adore. L'humain minable anoblit son sang et difie son lieu de naissance, hasard parmi le s hasards, il revendique son appartenance une Nation dont il n'est pas l'origine et dont les frontires ont t traces pour lui. L'humain minable n'a plus que le hasar d de sa naissance pour tre fier. Cet humain anesthsi et dfonc, pathtique et effray qui se raccroche sa boue vitale prie le Christ, Allah et toutes les arnaques du monde , implore Satan et ses lgions, lche le cul d'Adolf et de tous les dirigeants compl exs de la plante, exhibe sa russite sociale, fier de surnager dans la merde, fait b riller sa nouvelle peau, celle qui cache l'tre misrable que nous sommes tous. Quan d le soleil, fatigu, cessera de chauffer cette toile inonde par les larmes, il ne r estera rien de ces principes, de ces valeurs et des ces ides qui ne sont au final qu'un moyen de passer le temps, un moyen d'oublier que seule la mort nous est f idle et qu'elle pensera toujours ne pas nous oublier. La rflexion n'aboutit que sur le vide, celui qui nous entoure et emplit les rponse s de ces questions que nos anctres posaient dj et qui rsonnent encore dans nos bouch es tremblantes. Etre insignifiant, trop petit pour tre nuisible dans cet Univers dcidment trop vast e pour lui. Quelques annes d'gocentrisme exacerb, de sentiments intresss et d'actes c ommands dont il ne reste que de la poussire puis finalement plus rien. L'humanit est mprisable pour ce qu'elle devient et pour ce qu'elle lgue, pour ce qu'elle apprend et ce qu'elle enseigne."

Toute une ducation rgie par elle, des barrires dresses par elle, des lois et des rgle s dictes par elle, des entits qui existent par elle, pour elle, une libert touffe par elle, les vies bouffes, gches elle pse, entretenue par les mensonges rdigs pour elle, lle l'me vritable de Dieu, substance de ce qu'ils vnrent

Vt- VI/I A ct d'eux, au dessus d'eux, loin L'inconnu intime des masses passe grim et cherche s es semblables dans une fourmilire en flammes. Ca grouille btement toutes ces forme s translucides, btement comme la parade autour de lui. Pas de semblables en vue, ou alors grims comme lui, ridicules comme lui. Ca grouille btement dans la fume et a tombe un par un, asphyxis la chane a attend son tour. Toujours pas de semblables, ou alors ce sont eux A ct d'eux, au dessus d'eux, loin d'eux Pas tant que a, pas du tou t mme. Il les a trouv, les sursitaires sont ses frres, il grouille parmi eux et att end son tour en se pavanant tellement il s'en croit digne, il s'en croyait digne comme tous s'en croyaient dignes. Des semblables partout, par milliers, par millions, de quoi se suicider, tomber avant l'heure prvue, le privilge de s'offrir ce dernier choix hautement marginal ; mais il en reste encore des traces de ce qu'ils disaient...Et si c'tait vrai ? S i tout tait vrai ? L'inconnu intime des masses, connu de tous, s'interroge, les genoux claquent au vent, il grouille avec les autres en tremblant comme une feuille qui supplie sa branche de ne pas frmir. Il peut encore parler, heureusement, pour faire croire que, argumenter, montrer et encore montrer mais plus il montre moins il est D'autres se sont tus et ils sou rient aujourd'hui du haut de leurs corps meurtris, de leurs jugulaire partage, de leur gorge crase, de leurs blessures toutes mortelles. Ils sourient devant tant d e particularits graves dans les sicles et qui suffoquent depuis toujours dans cette fume, quand l'histoire se consume, unes par unes elles tombent aussitt remplaces p ar une autre identique qui se croit unique. Inter Hominess Esse

Vt- VI / VI Dposer un Voile et tout enrober d'opacit. Visionnaire aveugle, les yeux ne filtren t plus que l'obscurit et tout remonte en surface. Le temps recule et engouffre le s prsents, ananti les futurs. La mmoire pleure, les larmes de trop de souvenirs brle nt en flirtant avec les plaies toujours bantes. C'est le ciel nouveau, noir et dprimant, qui s'offre tristement, tableau dvast, dser t, dcor angoissant pour la fin de vie des corps dsols tellement innocents. Ne plus tre parmi les hommes, parmi ces Hommes qui croient encore au temps et son gent toujours devenir un jour. Ne plus tre l'avenir, se soustraire au devenir pour exister dans ce qui fut sans crer de nouveaux passs qui seront pleurs Fondre avec la masse organique et faire sagement comme le reste qui apaise l'hyp er conscience du condamn, autiste prostr qui laisse le mouvement incessant glisser sur lui sans jamais le blesser Inter Hominess Esse Desinere

AXIS Je suis l'axe crbral en constante rotation connect l'essence d'une existence abando nne par la prtention. Btisseur de la simple relation avec la quintessence de ce qui ne fut rien, le demeure puis devient tout .Mon il dilu est fixe, phare du Dieu de chair branl par le mouvement profond de la vie limpide et rgulire; lumire au centre de l'univers, la matire observant la matire, l'atome de conscience explore J'ai dpos le voile d'inertie sur l'ocan de haine bouillonnant et vu la solitude s'va porer. J'ai vu les sommets sans cesse surlevs par les mes dsorientes puis domin le dse t o prirent les faibles lorsque la compassion devenue eau disparut, absorbe par la source intelligente qu'ils s'attribuaient. J'ai laiss briller le joyaux sans jama is le dsirer, me contentant de caresser ce qu'il est, et n'est pas, pour enfin se ntir un souffle nous mlanger dans une nouvelle nuit Les sicles taient alors dconstruit s . Je suis l'axe central, f tal et paradoxal. Celui, conscient, qui inspire, apprend, expire et attend. Devenu Non-Etre d'nergie simple et complexe dont la chaire des sche ne saignera plus jamais. La Procession Des Clowns Morts. - Ils amusent l'esprit d'un monde devenu prison aux barreaux de plaisirL'illusionniste guide les amnsiques dans le labyrinthe du dsir infini qui corrompt avec aisance les carencs de l'analyse. Les amuss originels deviennent alors les a museurs presque involontaires d'une cour prtentieuse arborant firement le systme es clavagiste au c ur d'un paradis o l'on r invente le bonheur. Je les vois se nourrir de leurs chanes, jamais repus et toujours en qute d'un inaccessible devant lequel ils bavent en esprant. L'espoir, toujours l'espoir, toujours plus de ce rve incons istant qui endort les consciences et fait de l'tre l'incarnation finale de l'abst raction et du nant organique. De leur vocation initiale il ne reste rien, rien d'autre qu'un vague souvenir an cr dans le berceau de leur inconscience. Forms l'amnsie, ils identifient ces bribes de pass comme la part de mysticisme inhrente chacun d'entre nous concluant ainsi que l'idal reste dcouvrir aprs un passage sur cette toile dsole. L'astre est dsol, eux sont dsolants jusqu' ce moment ou la mmoire salvatrice dissipe la brume d'un marcage o flottent des millions de cadavres anims. La lumire brle les n uages et caresse la chaire. Les sens s'animent enfin. Les questions affluent, se bousculent, rendent malade et restent sans rponses nourrissant le doute terrifia nt qui anantit le faux optimisme de faade. Ils pleurent leur btise, regrettent leur ignorance formate et deviennent observateurs de leurs contemporains innocents, da mbulant leur ct, tristes et dpressifs. La procession des clowns suicidaires dont le s larmes calment la soif des dcideurs fous, arpente les artres sales et dcadentes d e l'organisme urbain qui limite le panorama et fait vomir le penseur isol. Seul e t soudainement orphelin, l'ancien mort devenu vie marginale comprend que les Dix Mille tres sont en reprsentation constante au c ur du vide, perdus. Noy dans un ocan sans fond et sans fin il cherche la source, celle qu'on lui a dcrite avec ces mot

s qu'il ne veut plus entendre ni connatre. Le f tus tortur s'approche brutalement de l'Artiste, celui qui dessine les contours et anime la matire libre. Il le dfie, le renie, l'invente, le pleure, le hait ; l a qute de son sublime avenir change au fur et mesure que les secondes le privent de vie, il veut brler le tableau ou se fondre dedans, oublier l'appris ou s'y aba ndonner. Le clown ne rit plus, il n'a jamais ri ; les autres passent encore, masqus, grims, travestis la procession des corps, tours d'incontrle au service de la grande Non- uv re. " L'enfer c'est les autres et je suis les autres" se dit il. Il ferme les yeux, dteste sa conscience puis pche nouveaux pour l'ternit. Dernier acte manqu, les autres cadavres, bien plus morts que lui, inventent son devenir et reforment son pass, son souvenir est abm, rien n'est pargn. Les ombres se soignent et tout peut continue r.

I.M.C -Tout s'efface puis s'agrippe au prsent en embarquant sur les radeaux perdus de l a mmoireLes sens raniment les morts puis s'puisent en rendant fous les lambeaux d'tres ess euls, tonns d'tre encore l, figs dans le cycle qui emporte leurs aboutissements trop p es. Reconstruire pour chapper l'angoisse ou dtruire pour dfier le Principe qui dchir e les chaires dans un lan incomprhensible. Peu importe la Voie, elle conduira touj ours l'antichambre des gars naturels dont les yeux ferms devinent, dans une lumire t rop intense, les lvres tremblantes qui prononcent le mot de toutes les fins. Les cicatrices bantes laissent chapper des larmes rouges et paisses qui caressent l'tern it et nourrissent la nouvelle incarnation brumeuse qui n'a d'espoir que dans le ds espoir. Le cataclysme de quelques affols n'est au final qu'un dtail infime tout se p erd dans l'Univers et les torrents de pleurs chouent lamentablement sur la banqui se du tortionnaire, matre de Bronze, puis glent dans un inconscient trop fragile. Alors, dans ce dsert existentiel, le vent des galriens souffle nouveau, poursuit s on uvre, sculpteur de douleurs il pousse sans relche les mes affoles au bord de ce g ouffre qu'elles auront tent de rendre accueillant, ce trou bant qui domine chacune des manifestations damnes de l'Inconnaissable et happe inlassablement. Le vent s ouffle encore, toujours. Il grne les parcelles de vies et dessine les images qui r acontent le pass et torturent les victimes patientes, coupables et condamnes. La mm oire est un bourreau, c'est un feu de non joie que le temps prend soin d'entrete nir quand il rduit les vies en cendres et consume les prsents qui appartiennent hi er et l'avenir qui n'appartient qu' lui It seems that a lot of modern meditation techniques today are geared towards new -age types, and involve a series of steps (ie breathing patterns, focusing on me ntal images, etc.) in order to finally reach the meditative state. A lot of this is crap. Before I go on, I'd like to let you know that I haven't read any books on medita tion, but obviously, having background knowledge in the various forms and their objectives is useful... From what I know about meditation and different meditative states, it appears th at there is too much emphasis on what we call the "mind." That is, we are told t o focus on some aspect of our consciousness until we reach a terminal thought, b ut I have found that the errors in Buddhist philosophy--or perhaps simply the di fference in culture--are irrelevant to my own meditation. The concept here is to transcend existence, so to speak. You will find that it may become easier and e asier to tap into the proper meditative state, and in varying levels according t o necessity. It is truly an empowering feeling! Also, please forgive me if my ex planation fails--meditation is quite a personal experience, as it is its nature, and often hard to describe where words have little meaning.

Thus: 1. Make your environment suitable for meditation. That is, block out all externa l stimuli. This is simple enough for most of the senses, with the most difficult y lying in the auditory realm. Here, persistent ambient sounds will do, where th ere are no sudden changes in pitch, rhythm, etc. This is important, because the first step is to focus solely on the self. As opposed to modern meditations, whi ch are passive, I encourage active involvement--strong concentration is key (Her e, before moving on, I should mention that there was a previous post on this sit e discussing the pineal gland and its function as a "third eye." The focus shall remain here in my meditation as well, where the eyes will roll to the back of t he head--this is serious: be wary if you wear contact lenses!) 2. Envision the path of a circle rising upwards from your body with a radius of half a metre. 3. Each time this path makes its way through your body, become aware of the ener gy that it carries. And with each cycle it gains momentum, thus bearing more ene rgy and more frequency. 4. Thought ceases--there is only energy and motion. There is only the sensation you are experiencing. No meaning is to be assigned to any phenomena, it is reaso n in itself. 5. Allow for your "self" to diminish from this reality, now there is only the fa ct of the energy and motion. 6. Continue with this pattern of "deconstruction" until nothing remains... This meditation, in contrast to others, does nothing for the relaxation of the b ody and mind--there will be a tense feeling in the body, but the mind should rea ch the ecstatic state, leaving one feeling energized. When done correctly, the f eeling should carry on throughout the day for quite some time, as the recent mem ory of such a different reality from that which we perceive and make so elaborat e allows for clearer function of the mind. Good luck! -Vazul Im Anfang war Cy-Whsra, die allumfassende, lebensspendende Kraft, die aus sich d as Sein in seiner ursprnglichsten Form erschuf. Noch unbeseelt zuerst, doch durch die belebenden Kraftstrme endlich zu erstem Lebenslicht erwachend und durch die Schpferkraft zu ungezhlter Vielfalt heranwachsend. nach ungezhlten onen des ziellosen Chaos in neuer Form mit Willenskraft und Geist beschenkt

junge Dame betritt Zimmer: "Wo ist denn die Sabine? Ich hatte mich doch mit ihr verabredet!" Sabines Vater: "Du, die ist mit meiner Frau schon weg, du weit ja, wie sie so ist" Dame:"Dann muss ich hier wohl auf sie warten" (s ich eng neben Vater setzend) "na, steht was Interessantes in der Zeitung? Oh, di e Franzosen machen wieder Bldsinn. Knnt ich ja auchmal wieder machen" Vater: " Wie meinst du denn das?" Dame:"Na, in Franzsisch bin ich auch nicht gerade sch lecht" Vater:" Das versteh ich jetzt aber nicht; ihr habt doch noch gar keine Fremdsprachen!" Dame:"Ich red ja auch nicht von der Sprache- eher von der Pra ktik" Vater:" Von der Praxis? Das verstehe ich nicht" Dame: (ihm bers Bein streichend) NA, was ist denn daran nicht zu verstehen. Meine Freundin hat bestim mt nichts dagegen" Vater: "Deine Freundin ist meine Tochter, nanu, was hast du denn......Hose aufgemacht, du?" The Doctrine of Life

An Appeal to Order From a biological perspective, life itself arose in opposition to the laws of Na ture, namely the Second Law of Thermodynamics, whereby any given system is incli ned to disorder, or entropy, by which it is meant that the potential energy in t he system becomes less than it was initially. The macromolecules which are neces sary for facilitating life processes are synthesized against the Second Law serv e but one purpose: to provide the organism with the proper means, on a micro-lev el, to employ this selfsame Law on behalf of existence, utilizing the downhill s chema to create energy from decomposition reactions. Sisyphus stands atop the Acrocorinthus laughing--for his duty lies not in the ta sk which remains to be accomplished, but in the cycle which results from what is outwardly perceived to be his failure! On such grounds does Nature operate as w ell. Similar patterns of deterministic "behavior" emerging from indeterminate (or non deterministic) occurrences may be observed across a wide variety of disciplines. For example, the indeterminate behavior of quanta yields to the consistent resu lts in predicting large-scale activity of Newtonian physics. A random mutation o f a single gene in a single organism may potentially lead to widespread evolutio nary changes in an ecosystem, provided that the mutation is beneficial. The Univ erse itself, the origins of which are still largely shrouded in mystery, has rev ealed to astronomers and astrophysicists the many intricacies that govern the mo vement of celestial bodies. Man himself, upon noting the relatively unstructured behavior of his fellow men, envisioned a cooperative existence defined by laws which could be appreciated and respected by his kinsfolk. What we see here in an appeal to order; it is as if life strives against what ap pears to be the rule of deterioration, simplification?instead displaying complex ity and systems of hierarchy which can only inspire awe in any contemplative hum an being. However, one must be wary in supposing that there is something altoget her unattainable when considering the emergence of such phenomenon. Speculations about the origins of Life and of the Universe often eclipse the value of what i s palpable. Furthermore, this document by no means intends to assay spirituality from a culturally relative perspective--the aim here is merely to reflect on wh at practical wisdom Nature has to offer in developing a framework for polity tha t lies in accordance with these observable functions of natural law. Individual vs. Society We can only speculate about the manner in which communities functioned during pr ehistory. A society that lacks any system of writing cannot shed light on its hi gher-level organization, its code of ethics and political foundations, once it c eases to exist or becomes assimilated by a neighboring civilization. Still, from what can be deduced from the smaller tribal societies that remained the majorit y as far as the first millennium, there is little doubt that the structure would be called "communitarian" in modern political sense--the term here, however, sh ould not be wrongly associated with today's left-wing political schemata: such s ocieties existed prior to any conception of the "State," and instead conceived o f a duty limited to their own immediate surroundings. In essence, this ideology could be related to National Socialism, keeping in mind that while this comparis on in not entirely congruent, the isomorphism lies in the proportionality with c oncern to the ideologies respect for spatial boundaries and its emphasis on fost ering a sense of community and cultural solidarity. By these examples and comparisons, one would proffer that there is a great divid e between modern polity and what systems of antiquity it had subsequently usurpe d. Where once the community was held in higher esteem than the individual, an in version of principles now exalts and is bound to the servitude of the isolated e

go. Thus, from a relative perspective, the concept of de-individuation might con vey the idea that a return to natural order would require the forfeiting of that which one is most afraid of losing, which is whatever one should hold to have t he greatest value in one's life. This is simply not the case. It is the misconception of duality, in this case the individual versus society t hat has resulted in the emergence of democratic and socialist systems. The notio n that what is good for the society is good for the individual--and that these g oods are neither mutually independent nor unilateral with regard to the flow of benefit!--has been lost to modern man. Further still, what has been lost is the sense of duty to oneself, which would ideally extend its scope of influence to p ervade society as a whole. As this sense of duty could not arise forthwith witho ut an existence which truly bears a purpose, it then follows that duty is neithe r uniform, and yet not tailored to the individual either. It is when skilled mus icians act in concert, aware of not only the importance that rests upon their in dividual talent and precision, but that they must also be cognizant of the actio ns of their compatriots, lest their ensemble submit to discordance. The Laws of Nature Revisited If we choose to extend this analogy, we would also consider that the orchestra i s led by a conductor, who serves as the focal point from which the actions of ea ch individual musician is reflected back into the group. The conductor himself i s by no means the source of the music; he is merely a spiritual leader who guide s the energy of the movements a symphony. Further still, we could suppose that t he conductor has arranged the piece with care to faithfully convey the original emotion that composer had projected through what are ultimately nothing more tha n mathematical and physical phenomena which, when placed in a certain pattern or series, results in aesthetic appeal. What we see here, and what can be gleaned from this ideal, is an appeal to order . And, if we trace the hierarchy up through to its ultimate reality, we may find that each of us inherently participates in this appeal to order by placing our trust in something greater than us. If each of us were to submit a point of igno rance to a greater authority, which is the essential logic behind the structure of class or caste, then the chain will continue until it has reached its termina tion an appeal to Nature and all of its Laws. The defining principle of any idea l is to seek something with internal validity and consistency--what greater exem plar than the ineffable reliability of Nature!? An exercise in example: the First Law of Thermodynamics states that "energy can be neither created nor destroyed, only transformed." If we project this fundamen tal reality onto human existence, then from a metaphysical perspective--which ve ry much manifests itself in physical planes--it is apparent that power cannot be made greater by any alteration of economic or political function; it is only di luted. Whether the decision to wage war lies in the hands of a king or a body po litic, the end result will be war alone--its essence is the same. As we increase our magnitude of scope from the individual to the governing body, their level o f contentment and personal wellbeing does not become transferred when assessing its efficiency from an objective standpoint. Nor does the happiness of the indiv idual rely on any physical manifestations; the social structure can only provide the minimal requirements which aid in its facilitation, which include: a sense of purpose, stable family and community, an aesthetically appealing environment, and spiritual satisfaction. These should serve as the foundations for construct ing, and implementing, an ideal existence. The Doctrine of Life With these fundamental truths understood, it is then possible to derive a basic ideological system which would serve to govern our thoughts and actions; our soc

ial, ethical and our aesthetic judgments--in short, it seeks to provide a framew ork upon which we could realize a higher conception of our existence. This doctr ine sees beyond the frailty of political and social contracts, or anything const rained to the realm of "human," and rests upon a much more stable--no, eternal c onstruction, as it lies outside of our hands in function or manipulation, yet no t without our grasp and applicability if we do in fact allow it to precipitate i nto human affairs. The Doctrine of Life declares as its Three Pillars: The Appeal to Order: As life itself arises in opposition to the inclination to d isorder, so should humanity serve as agents to the cultivation of their own imme diate circumstances and across multiple disciplines. Within this domain humanity can influence future generations positively through acknowledging their interre lation with thing which may lie beyond their scope of perception and understandi ng, namely the happiness of future generations. Natural selection, or eugenics, is the primary means through which human beings can shape the course of things t o come in a manner which reflects harmony with nature. Regular conference with o ne's community is also encouraged, so that a social order is maintained and cont inually related to ever-changing circumstances. A community which does not confe r will ultimately meet its stagnation and demise. On a more personal level, the appeal to order implies a strong moral character who reflects on his own being o n a frequent basis to prevent inner turmoil. An environment should ultimately fo ster and allow for the emergence and practice of all of these manifestations of the Appeal to Order. The Appeal to Duty: Following directly from the previous pillar of the Doctrine, the sense of duty must pervade community and individuality alike. There can be no deference of responsibility, and where it is lacking, it should be met with t he support of stronger, more assertive citizens. Within class structures of a so ciety, there will be the existence of hierarchical and synchronously interdepend ent classes, each with its own duties. Here, it will be important to emphasize h ow one's duty provides for the accomplishment of a greater end; the smaller the society, the more satisfying and apparent the input of its members will become. Krishna's Gospel of Action, the Bhagavad-Gita, emphasizes that one performs duty for duty's sake--similarly, by hoping to inspire an appreciation for self throu ghout the entirety of the community and by eliminating the necessity and existen ce of menial tasks, the skills one employs will serve merely as an extension of their being. Their sense of duty exists, first and foremost, for their family, t heir children, and the social structure should reflect this. The Appeal to Nature: Having followed a logical progression, the final tenet emp loys the essence of the two former pillars in mobilizing the instatement of the ideals reflected by the Doctrine. It calls for the immediate elimination of all systems, structures, and functions which stand in direct antithesis to the Laws of Nature, or Nature itself. Implied are wide-scale depopulation initiatives, th e deconstruction of industries which deplete environmental resources and pollute the earth, and any institutions which are a synthesis of the two, namely the ph armaceutical market. Ideally, nations would close their borders, allowing only f or repatriated families to return to their place of origin, their homeland, and begin focusing on domestic and local affairs, allowing for the restructuring to commence. Ethnic, cultural, and national solidarity is the ultimate aim, so that homogenous populations may rekindle a sense of communal warmth and responsibili ty for all members of their society, including all of life. Man relies on nature , not the other way around, and it is in our belief that when man fails to perce ive this as reality, it is then that he suffers spiritual diminishing. Thus it is: the Doctrine of Life wishes to revive in man the faculties which bes t serve his own interests, which are intimately related to the sum of all existe nce. While it offers no means, it does suggest a way; while it implies no ends, it suggests an ideal.

Nietzsche and our moronic world Once you've explored what the modern society has to offer, you'll quickly come t o realize how most people take no notice of the current problems we as humans fa ce today. While any sensible person believes that something is wrong, they often don't know what that something is, or how we're supposed to solve it. Those who have realized this dilemma will quickly make use of the situation and announce themselves as "political activists". What this can mean in reality is something I'm about to tell you. Some time ago I wandered around in one of those long halls that have come to def ine the lives of University students. It's like walking towards the end of a tun nel, but instead of finding the source of light, you stumble upon books, coffee mugs and half-finished papers. As I was walking through this hall, my eyes sudde nly stopped at the notice board on the wall next to me: ' "Democracy is the tyra nny of the evil men" - Friedrich Nietzsche - A lecture on the problems with demo cracy'. I immediately took note of the date and place thinking this was a perfec t way to make contact with like-minded people.

Later that week I took the train to the city, fairly interested in what this eve ning would have to offer. "There's a good chance I might find some truly disside nt individuals" I reasoned, walking past people with a dead look in their eyes. Most modern individuals have this dead and weak look, where they'll face the gro und and slowly become aware of the inherent emptiness of their lives. No one wan ts to talk about it, of course, as it would mean that we'd have to re-valuate ou r lifestyles and ideals. Instead, it's much easier to put on the music player, s tart fiddling with the cell phone or simply engage in any form of socialization, where your main role is to act as passive listener, careful not to say anything offensive to anyone. While it will come off as no surprise to some, it's worth repeating the truth of today: most people who discuss politics do so to appear important. They're not interested in the actual problems, but they follow the news on the TV, capture s ome of the arguments in inoffensive debates, and then proceed to launch their we ll-executed reasoning. While attending lectures and engaging in debates is highl y recommended, especially to improve your skills in argumentation and social tec hniques, you may find yourself disappointed, like me, and eventually leave the p lace without any new allies. Those who talk just to hear themselves being in the centre of a discussion are t ruly empty inside, without an actual goal or ideal behind their actions, other t han to achieve a sense of self-importance. It's easy to ward off democracy as ev il, but the truth within Nietzsche's words lie much deeper, deeper than we perha ps may think. I experienced the whole thing as overtly pleasing, especially rega rding the fact that the whole debate simply proved what dissident philosophers l ike Nietzsche had understood long before our time: as soon as we exchange oursel ves with that we wish to achieve, there will in the end be nothing left, but the dust of our bodies and the emptiness after our lives. If we ever wish to escape the things that plague our modern existence, we must free ourselves from the sh ackles we've forced upon ourselves. On my way home, I looked up towards the night sky and wondered about tomorrow. N ot in the sense of "what I'll do", but "what will happen" and "what will become of us?" Every time we stop and contemplate over our actions, we find a questiona ble destiny lying ahead of us, whether we wish to ignore it for the time being o r not. Some try to hide it behind clothes, cars, morals or politics, but in the end we face the same unavoidable friend, whose soul is as black as the night. He screams of emptiness and that is why we will always repent and fight back, even if it means attending worthless lectures, writing articles or picking up garbag e after your neighbour. It's the realization that life is what we make out of it , and even if it sometimes goes wrong, we've ultimately never failed, as our dri ve to fill the black hole with meaning never ends. It's life, it's death, but mo st importantly, it's the uncertain feeling that something lies beyond our immedi ate reach, and those who stretch to look for it will always find something new o n the other side.

Ich mchte im folgenden Text sowohl auf meiner Ansicht nach unangemessene Verallge meinerungen als auch auf einige allgemeine Irrtmer eingehen. Vielleicht ist der Beitrag auch nicht ganz das, was viele hier gerne lesen wrden. Mich wrde mal interessieren, ob ihr mit der Aussage ausdrcken wollt, ob Mnner gener ell dmmer sind und ob die ihnen zugesprochenen negativen Eigenschaften generell z utreffen sollen. Interessanterweise ist es ja andererseits so, dass in so ziemli ch allen Bereichen der Intelligenz, die angeblich von Frauen dominiert werden (i m DURCHSCHNITT sind Frauen in manchen Aspekten ja tatschlich berlegen), einige Mnne r die Koryphen sind - ich verweise hier nur mal auf die verbale Intelligenz. Die groen Schriftsteller/innen, Dichter/innen etc., die selbst von Frauen allgemein a

ls die besten angesehen werden, sind ja nunmal primr mnnlich. Frauen sind ja auch hufig der Ansicht, mehr vom Leben zu verstehen, aber bedeutende Philosophinnen mu ss man mit der Lupe suchen. Obgleich Frauen in einigen Bereichen berlegen sein mgen, fehlt mir auch hufig das eigenstndige, vom sozialen Umfeld unabhngige Denken. Interessant ist in diesem Zus ammenhang die schier unfassbare Verehrung und sexuelle Hingabe der Frauen gegenbe r Hitler, Stalin und andere charismatische Fhrerfiguren (in der damaligen Zeit), die an sich, wie Frauen, die sich nicht in dem Kontext der damaligen sozialen Be einflussung befinden, eingestehen, eigentlich keinen erotischen Wert besitzen. E s scheint dort weitgehend eine erhhte Suggestibilitt vorzuliegen (bei Mnnern wre es bspw. undenkbar, dass sie bei aller erdenklichen sozialen Beeinflussung Mutter T heresa erotisch fnden), die sich auch in diversen Studien ausdrckt, nach denen Fra uen in ihrem Denken und Empfinden durchschnittlich durchaus strker an das soziale Kollektiv gebunden sind als Mnner. Diesen Punkt betrachte ich durchaus kritische r als den ganzen "Frauen knnen nicht einparken, nicht rechnen" - blah-Unsinn. Wei terhin problematisch knnen die starken Verbindungen von den emotionalen zu den ko gnitiven Systemen im Gehirn ausfallen. Trotz mglicherweise im Durchschnitt erhhter Sensibilitt, die eine intuitive Grundlage fr das Erfassen diverser Sachverhalte b ereitstellt, kommt es in der Folge des fteren beim weiblichen Geschlecht zu einer irrationalen Interpretation der dieser Sachverhalte. Hinzu kommt - dies betrifft weniger die Intelligenz - dass Frauen hufiger der Ans icht sind, friedfertiger zu sein, wenngleich ihre Aggression im Grunde nur auf a nderen Ebenen abluft. Das Milgram-Experiment weist auch eher darauf hin, dass Fra uen den Mnnenr diesbezglich in nichts nachstehen.