Alghazanth The Polarity Axiom 1. Soulquake Invite me or not - I will enter anyway resist me or not - I will sculpt you all the same You are the soil opened for a grain an empty canvas that begs for paint Both venom and opium I am drink of me while you can call me madness or the redeemer it's inconsequential for I am neither A nightmare this is but in dreams meet we not this window to reality you can't nail shut in your eden within I am the tree of sin the point where speech ends and echoes begin Aberrant at heart, you must be erased the rigidness of mind - by progress replaced Both venom and opium I am drink of me while you can call me madness or the redeemer it's inconsequential for I am neither On a paintrip to the center of existence the concept of commonness loses all meaning a piece of broken glass on evolution's path it is now up to you: re-shaped or removed 2. The Herald For Reason From the primal sediment of Athor I've built and moulded this body thus, to the lower spheres I may descend to manifest myself before thee The rays of illumination like spears I cast through thee by the burning Eye, re-awaken Sight beaconed thy paths will be I, the logos of the Black Fire for the triumph of progress do strive amidst the haze of obsolete notions bright as the Dog-star I shine Conventionality I shall rend to shreds to banish all morals from thy temple of flesh for with each step beyond thy human reflection verge thou evermore upon perfection The rays of illumination like spears I cast through thee by the burning Eye, re-awaken Sight beaconed thy paths will be Wisdom is the seedling of splendour will - the condition for its growth flourish it shall with persistence though dwell it might ‘neath a wintry cloak As the torch of intuition I shall throw light upon thy way guiding thee into the knowledge of thy Three-tongued Flame 3. Chaos Attributes Vapours of malice and ill-will we breed up to the Astral Light they steam as hails of pandemia they'll soon return battering the race of human worms The great crusher of worlds demolishing with us as Thy tools unstable sinister element force omega to the ways of fools Beyond the tangible shroud the black waters cease not to stir The great architect of worlds constructing with us as Thy tools the vital fire of rebirth force alfa to the aeons of Truth The raging waves of Fohat ride over our dimensions and we are the rocks that they carry the mass of the primitive oceans once set the process in motion The march of chaos - alliteration to order Beyond the tangible shroud the black waters cease not to stir The raging waves of Fohat ride over our dimensions and we are the rocks that they carry the mass of the primitive oceans once set the process in motion No shackle of any mundane rule can or will chain us still for we are the ones to quake this world 4. Blood Beguiles Phantoms Sensations of anguish swallow me whole anxiety drills its way to the marrow the quill I dip in the red ink impure to compose poetry by which they are allured Mounted upon a three-legged horse my zest for life trudges forth an invitation to the phantoms unseen the kama-rupic rinds in betwixt and between Like souls of sinners in purgatory fires striving to escape the jaws of demise the remnants of unbridled human desires severed from matter by the kiss of the Scythe Concealed in the multitude of leeches yearning to feed on my vitality I can sense the intensity of their hunger to consume what is still left of me Predatory functions inhabiting not flesh as if vicious thoughts were floating around sharing the collective curse the compulsion of parasite paradigms Drained me dry and emptied my chalice leaving but an echoing well behind locked up I am in this dark chrysalis to hatch out devoid of body, soul and mind Wrapped in the multitude of leeches yearning to feed on thy vitality thou can sense the intensity of our hunger to consume what is still left of thee 5. Drakomorphos The source of splendour in forms manifold in whom the fathomless arcana turn aglow Eosphoros - The brightest heavenly eye each tempest of doubt His grandeur makes subside All aeons entwine for He did arise the flame that without loss endlessly devides like the sharpest sword is His unchallenged blaze that cuts from our way the cobweb of restraint Heralds, disciples and serpents we are the object and the channel for His powers driven forth by the undying lust to surpass the frailties of ours and to go beyond every Ring-pass-not The true wisdom besmeared in black waiting to be once unravelled by the insightful and the daring to be finally discovered Whereas He is the circle, we are at the center too abstract to be defined, too concrete to be denied All aeons entwine for He did arise the flame that without loss endlessly devides you call Him Satan, the prince of darkness and death we call Him Satan, the eternal fountain of strength Whereas He is the circle, we are at the center too abstract to be defined, too concrete to be denied 6. 8th Sphere With fear at heart you exhale your life and down, down, down you'll stride Each impulse you've indulged failure wears your ring born a slave to wealth and fame failure! Where's your king? With the vortex streams of karmic gravity sinking to the grosser realms beneath to the 8th sphere, the gutter of cosmos from whence arises none Not Hell but the globe of death too dense for an eye to detect the place of complete dissolution nature's evolutionary absolution Like a fly captured in a jar destined to dissolve you are atom by atom, flaw by flaw slowly ground in the teeth of All The shape of shadows and light puts out the dying fires inside another soul embraces its end never to reborn again With fear at heart you exhale your life and down, down, down you'll stride Each impulse you've indulged failure wears your ring born a slave to wealth and fame failure! Where's your king? With the vortex streams of karmic gravity sinking to the grosser realms beneath to the 8th sphere, the furnace of cosmos from whence returns none 7. With Black Aureoles We fell and were dressed in skin as beasts to roam this labyrinth the voice of the Cosmic Mind still echoes in the depths inside Behold these carnal forms against a background of gold with black aureoles Spirit and matter, the balance and the battle polarity - the basis of all living and dead the dragon and the serpent, the higher and the lower polarity - the basis of all written and said By a modern means to an ancient end to pour reason on the minds once bent the "I" is nought without the "AM" awareness, light the wick in man Full of the hunger to absorb more and to shine it all forth with black aureoles Spirit and matter, the balance and the battle polarity - the basis of all living and dead the dragon and the serpent, the higher and the lower polarity - the basis of all written and said The warmth on our backs is the same on your chest and the cold beneath our feet is the one on your flesh 8. Forsaking The Yoke Burdened with no regret caged not by hesitation the time of departure is set with eternity's invitation Come death - the liberation free me from each earthly boundary to reach the higher destination where shape is no longer a necessity Arise death - the unresting stream wash me clean from the filth of old to allow my spirit to breathe far away from its tenacious hold Mourn not when this body dies after all, flesh is the yoke we all despise I discard the shell to unmask myself ascending back from where I fell An early sundown at my shrine a leap into darkness from the greyness of life in vain are the tries to redeem my soul for this son of Satan is marching home Could not grasp the skies when this flesh held me down now that my time is ripe fire shall become my crown