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
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