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    Weeping Birth - Anosognosic Industry of the I
    Then the Moon Came
    Then the Moon Came

    A whistling breath suddenly escaped from my cracked lips
    When I turned back to see
    That the stones of the temple I had just finished building
    Were lying scattered under the mocking cold rays of the sun
    I was still able to hear the faded laughter of the vile ones
    Who were fleeing away, forgetting as they were running
    That the palace they had crushed
    Was equally precious to me as my own life

    The work of a life
    The passion of a quest
    Denied
    Destroyed

    My eyes, that had seen the sparkle in the dark,
    Were now beholding the remains
    Of a fervour that had been sentenced to death
    By the blindness of a race

    As I collapsed, like those stones had just done
    My betrayed face hit the frozen ground
    Then the moon came and chased away the agitation of the light
    Lying there, feeding from the coldness of the earth
    My thoughts started to wander in an incarnate trance
    Echoing from within but beholding the outside
    Thus a dark seed started growing in my veins
    Blackening my vital fluids and withering my feelings

    From the ashes of my broken dream I will rise
    And like wolf among sheep
    Spread a deserved terror within the flock
    Like wolf among sheep…
    For suckled at the teat of motherly presence
    I was fed with poison
    I know what the instinct is
    Like wolf among sheep...
    Hurle а la Mort
    Hurle а la Mort

    А peine discernй par ton њil blafard
    Dussй-je incarner ton pire cauchemar
    Ma soif de vengeance trouvant source en un si ridicule toi
    De mes mains tu pйriras

    La bкte qui jadis sommeillait soudain s’йveille
    Enfantйe d’une fureur et d’une rage sans pareilles
    De l’un tu goыteras а la dйconstruction puis au rien
    Sans mкme la compagnie du chagrin

    Hurle а la mort, poussiиre patibulaire
    C’est elle qui te dйvore, pauvre hиre dйlйtиre
    Qu’importe mon nom
    Dйjа, tu n’en perзois plus le son

    Vois tes fils s’йteindre un а un
    Avant de sombrer а ton tour
    Dans les milles et un dйtours
    Que tu as creusйs en ton sein

    Йtouffe sous le poids de ta misиre
    Rongeant ta chair mortifиre
    Ce sang qui coule est le tien
    Et s’йgare а tout jamais dans le lointain

    Totalitarian Grievance
    Totalitarian Grievance

    I accuse the Judas followers of nihilism
    Deliberately building their world upon nothingness
    I accuse the white lambs of God of nihilism
    Deliberately building their world upon nothingness and saying no to life with the utmost strength
    I accuse the Allah’s sons of nihilism
    Deliberately building their world upon nothingness
    I accuse the Hindu fanatics of nihilism
    Deliberately building their world upon nothingness and saying no to life with the utmost strength

    The signs of the Kingdom’s fall were unleashed under sad skies...

    Bearing multiple names but a same ground
    So are the entities brought up by man,
    No matter where, no matter when
    But still, how come the human race has kept misleading itself
    And why do things seem to get even worse

    The signs of the Kingdom’s fall were unleashed under sad skies
    Dismembering one by one the articulations of faith in equilibrium

    Sadness and disappointment are the results of this tragic awareness
    For the tearing of childish virgin eyes is always painful
    But now through blood I can see what was concealed
    And until death will fight for the knowledge light to spread on every ignorance shade area

    A quest exceeding the measure of a single man
    Or is it that it exceeds a whole race?

    Mass deconstruction in order to recreate
    A healthy civilisation, stronger than hate

    Is there actually anything that can be done for the worms?
    Maybe...

    Surrounded by the weakness of a lazy people
    Finding self satisfaction in material comfort and emotional evasion

    Or maybe my quest is not of this world
    And all my efforts as vain as their blindfold deeds
    For the state of decadence is so advanced
    That letting the corpses rot till their complete decomposition is the only solution

    I Was
    I Was

    Throughout the circle of extra-sensorial revelations
    There are some that deal with blindfold imagination
    And there is another one
    Just a single one
    Mine...

    Shade and dust, screaming together as if from only one mouth
    In one moonless night
    Uttered painful words that got carved on my chest
    And that went through my heart

    Lifeless but still alive, emptying of so-called life fluids
    I gazed at the empty night, physically motionless as death, as my own death
    But yet greately agitated, somehow, somewhere
    In such deepness one no eye but mine could look at

    When all my blood got drank by the remorseless earth
    Dust all alone spoke to me
    Its hoarse voice rose from nowhere
    And uttered its command

    For this time shall be mine
    Unexpectedly hatching upon my shrine
    Beyond the steams of the will I will grow
    Depriving all life form of their inner glow

    An asexual vengeance
    The forces of logic beyond the screams of passion
    Coldly, efficiently unveiling terror and horror
    To the unexpecting eye, already freezing

    When all my blood got drank by the remorseless earth
    Dust all alone spoke to me
    Its hoarse voice rose from nowhere
    And uttered its command

    Oh, in an ejaculation of sudden and bitter fury the unspoken was understood
    That earth had just been blessed by the messiah it had always been waiting for
    I knew that neither good nor evil was...
    But that I was...

    Detestable Birth Tapestries with Snakes Embroidered
    Detestable Birth Tapestries with Snakes Embroidered

    Nativity inserted upside down
    Hail the lecherous masterful clown
    Dawning at dusk, lovingly raping
    Press record, peer at me and carry on masturbating

    Unveiling detestable birth tapestries with snakes embroidered
    The pseudo gods ordered birth, and flesh they gutted
    Flesh-digging their forearms dripping with carnal fluids
    Unbreakable life was inseminated, rising from the solids

    Ejaculating love as a burning grief would be buried...

    Thus the fruit was gnawed
    And the pips crunched
    Melting my waxed bones
    Snatched into bitter breath stems

    Let hatred divine molest the decapitated
    Chew the corpse and rejoice from the blood loss
    The eye-piercer cannot be bathed in a halo of inner beauty
    Cast by the mutilated darkened soul floating in the collapsed

    But bruises shall mute into a war paint
    As the dead scoffed symphony shall regenerate
    And flow fiercely through the flies’ flight
    Scarring sights with tight dry fright
    Forcing the testoestrogen marionette to kneel down
    And taste the loss of the power it had possessed
    Enslaved master succumbing before what unleashed desire
    Had let innumerable straw bodies to do, and do, and do, and do...

    But yet, with such so-called humanity engraved so deeply
    A pure state of vision could not be reached
    The absurd piece of flesh on its knees
    Could not, therefore, apprehend, consider and comprehend such roaring life form

    Roaming foam throning upon reason
    Threw the mass over the exception
    Nativity inserted upside down
    Hail the lecherous masterful clown

    Der Tanz der Toten
    Der Tanz der Toten

    Rise! Rise! Tragic hatred, rise!
    I summon you, I invoke you
    Rise from the cradle where you have been silently dwelling
    Ever since my very first breathing

    One in me, may our two bloods mingled be
    Sharing the same pulse deprived of mercy
    For such was the burden
    Under which man was sunken

    Telle йtait votre danse morbide, maintenant moribonde
    Rongйe par elle-mкme tant elle йtait immonde
    Un non а la vie gйmi par milles pores suintants
    D’un accablement haletant et purulent
    D’abord simplement йgarйs puis lamentablement effondrйs
    Rassemblйs par la dйmesure qui vous avait йparpillйs
    Voila que s’avance l’ombre du glas qui dйjа au loin rйsonne
    Et de sa lourde voix votre extinction pure coordonne

    Also sprach der Lebende, der keine Heimat hatte.
    Also sprach der Einzige, in seinem Eigentum eingesperrt.

    Es gibt nur eine Lцsung, die von selbst durchsetzen wird
    Zerstцrend die unzдhligen Abirrungen: der Tanz der Toten

    Avec pour seules armes nйcessaires
    La rйsignation, la patience et l’observation
    L’homme regarde le sous-homme s’йtourdir
    S’йvanouir, croupir puis enfin mourir
    Dйlivrant le sol de sa prйsence aberrante
    Aussi calamiteuse que dйsespйrйment persistante
    Un jour un hourra йpurй s’йlиvera
    Mais jusqu’alors, seul le fracas du tonnerre retentira

    Puis vos petites oreilles se rйsorberont
    Afin de ne plus percevoir aucun son
    Vos yeux fuiront vos orbites
    Votre cњur deviendra granite
    Alors votre sang perlera
    Faisant ainsi йclore votre aura
    Et tel un fruit mыr vous tomberez de l’arbre
    Pour pourrir sur vos constructions de marbres

    Und schliesslich wird der Tanz aufhцren
    Und schliesslich werde Ich aufstehen kцnnen

    Et enfin le rire s’йlиvera et, parmi les dйcombres de la folie, soufflera
    Les derniиres cendres des inaptitudes dйmentielles de la foi
    Que le sang jaillissant des jugulaires bouchйes par un magma de Grвce
    Avait mis а mort en un ultime mouvement moral contre lui-mкme

    La fin de l’Histoire, la fin de l’Homme
    La fin de la Masse, la fin du rиgne aberrant de toute Meta-

    Vaginal Secretions
    Vaginal Secretions

    The menstrual blood-red wine is muting into tears
    Come to life
    Eat the dirty breast of your womb
    Feed from her lying gazes and grow

    You, cursed bleeding worm
    Behold the rising moon
    And fear the rage of the sun
    Tremble, miserable

    Suckled at the teat of a cadaverous female body
    Eat the rotten flesh
    Monster
    Defecate on your soul

    The dead foetus is sucking the cunt
    Lulled in the disgusting moaning
    Of the motherly orgasmic whore
    Vaginal secretion instead of breast milk

    This is love
    Feel the fatherly hammer flooding your entrails

    This is love
    See your mother masturbating with your umbilical cord

    Cold! Cold is the wind on your naked skin
    Her breath, so cold...
    Suffocate in your frozen vomit
    But don’t you dare weep

    Your eyes are stuck
    By blood and sperm
    Don’t try to open them
    Your parents are already dead

    And so are you

    Orgasmic Fetid Breath
    Orgasmic Fetid Breath

    Can the lifeless newborn child feel
    The true essence within animated and unanimated things
    Or can this pathetic crawling non-being
    Only see through the womb’s single purulent eye

    Hidden contemptuous sexual existences
    Spreading consciousnesses and shattering essences

    ... The first thing this flesh of abhorrence saw
    Was such hideous incestuous eye dripping with blood
    Euphorically vomiting life and lies
    An anosognosic industry of the I
    A biomechanicalized pseudo godlike flood

    Tetanized by the enthralling hysterical whispers
    Murmured by the unexpected and opening
    The carrier of life painfully defecates
    What she shall unconsciously scorn and hate
    For her eyes got burst as well
    By the acid tongue of her own perverted mistress
    Thus has gone on the sharing of the enslaved blood
    Since ages and through time

    Hidden contemptuous sexual existences
    Spreading consciousnesses and shattering essences

    Smell the orgasmic fetid breath lulling you
    How can you think you are?
    Hear the raging laughter lulling you
    How can you think you are?

    Feel the frozen hand lulling you
    How can you think you are?
    Taste the death milk feeding you
    How can you still think you are...

    Love, Death's Betrothed
    Love, Death’s Betrothed

    Voluble existence
    An unaware desperate cry
    Echoing from nowhere
    In an endless death rattle

    By convolvuluses and creeping brambles
    Milliards of hollow shades of pretended souls
    Caught in the thorny and grinning web
    Of decadence

    Dead eyes that do not see
    Dead ears that do not hear
    Seemingly blown by the wind of life...
    But these are only dead leaves

    Weakness Enthroned
    Dissatisfaction procreated
    The perverted inverted instincts of life
    Extolled to heavenly nothingness
    Oh, moribund God
    Vomiting to the petrified ground
    The self-eschatological Lethean flood
    Of the unveiling nihilism

    And I, chewing my limbs with resignation
    The acceleration of the natural degradation
    Choosing loss and self desecration
    Not under the influence of an redemptive idea
    But silent suicide
    Instead of self-deceit

    Inseminating instinct of madness
    And crowning nothingness upon the living
    So is Good
    Against Evil
    And thus Love has turned out to be
    Death’s betrothed
    Farewell World
    It is you or me.

    Immobile
    Immobile

    Embrasй, enlisй parmi les dйcombres d’absurdes vйritйs
    Dieu... immobile...
    Non plus mы comme auparavant par le souffle mкme de la vie
    Mais gisant lа, immobile...

    A son image, l’Homme soudain s’essouffle, s’йtourdit puis s’effondre
    Si seul parmi les siens, si seul en lui-mкme
    Haletant et hoquetant, dos plaquй contre la duretй du sol
    Et pйnйtrй par la froideur de la terre gelйe

    Violemment aveuglй par l’absence de toute lumiиre,
    Alors aspirйe а travers le sol dйrobй,
    L’homme s’enlise un peu plus а chaque seconde dans la boue glacйe par l’hiver
    Ses yeux rivйs vers le ciel figй

    L’ombre raide de Dieu s’йtendait а perte de vue,
    Immobile telle la mort...

    Dиs lors, plus rien n’йtait
    Ni вme, ni cieux, ni йternitй, ni Dieu
    Dieu gisait mort, йteint, rien
    Rien...

    Juste une humanitй dйcapitйe
    Amputйe de son вme et de sa vie
    N’ayant plus que ses propres mains pour s’extraire
    De son tombeau de fange glacйe

    Mais ce rвle qui sortait alors de ces milles gosiers йcarquillйs
    N’йtait point un rugissement mais un ridicule blatиrement
    En manque de chargement а porter
    Nostalgiques de leur dйsert arrachй.

    Immobile telle la mort...
    La mort de Dieu

    Mutisme
    Mutisme

    Point de mots pour йvoquer la dйsillusion
    Engendrйe par la glaciale rйvйlation
    Soit! dans ce silence je m’enfermerai, puis
    De rien, de mort, rйpudierai ce que j’ai fui
    Nйgation de ma vue comme nйgation de mon
    Вme, je refuse la vie et son mensonge
    Et de ma bouche jamais plus le moindre son
    Ne s’йchappera dans le monde ou dans son songe

    Mon sang coule et de son parfum
    Imprиgne la terre en un flux sans fin
    Non pas une fuite mais un accomplissement
    Certes prйcoce mais d’autant plus retentissant

    Mutisme profond
    Mort en toute raison

    Shadowless
    Shadowless

    Rising up my hands to the height of my eyes
    I am now doomed to face and to realize
    The dripping proof of the nonsense
    Of what still maintains such a whimsical existence

    Self-harm, the cold tongue of mutilation
    Licking my body, exiled in negation
    One foot closer to the source of the deadly whispers
    Vomiting on feelings and on desires

    Burning poison was spat into my heart
    Unleashing a self-destructive hatred and tearing me apart

    Love
    Shining painfully from above
    Mighty liar
    Succumbs to desire
    Betrayal
    I was sworn the immortal
    But given the deceit
    And remorselessly drowned under vomit

    "The truth cannot be hidden"
    Thus spoke the dead raven
    Calling my name
    Of filth and shame

    What words cannot express

    Scars, burns and bruises all over a shadowless bleeding body
    When the spring is dried up
    And when death is made up
    Deeper and deeper within my flesh, the blade carves symbols and names
    Closer and closer to the cold embrace of the night I long for

    Negation through the visual revelation
    Revelation through the active negation
    Of my carnal substance
    This time I am all alone in my dance

    La Mauvais Oeil
    Le Mauvais Oeil

    En d’obscures mouvements de rage et de pure nйgation
    De douloureux remous tempкtent en mon sein. De leur agitation
    Mue par la haine et la soif de vengeance
    Naоtra le feu qui punira ton impertinence
    Mon sang s’йtant йcoulй hors de mon corps
    Traзant d’occultes symboles de puissance et de mort
    Les marques йternelles de mes sinistres mutilations
    Dйchaоneront colиres et cosmiques foudres qui te terrasseront

    Non-кtre et absurditй
    En toi incarnйs
    Ta non lueur spйculaire satyrique
    T’attire ma vengeance tyrannique

    J’appelle а moi la Mort!

    Mon cњur dйchirй
    Mon corps mutilй
    Tant bien ma substance pensante qu’йtendue
    Hurlent ta perte et ton вme dйchue

    J’appelle а moi la Mort!

    Devant le dйclin de l’inattaquable
    Devant la chute du prйtendu indestructible...

    J’appelle а moi la Mort!

    Puissent dиs lors les foudres s’йveiller puis de toute leur longueur se dresser
    Illuminant cieux et plaines, masquant la lune et ses pвles rayons
    Puis s’abattre en un hurlement faisant raisonner а travers terres et mers
    Et creuser en elles le cratиre qui sera ton tombeau

    J’appelle а moi la Mort!

    Ainsi furent mes mots prononcйs, que la terre gronde et le vent hurle а prйsent
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