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Break the Seal
05:05
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Hard is it on earth
With mighty whoredom
Axe-time, sword-time
Shields are sundered
Wind-time, wolf-time
'ere the world falls
Nor ever shall men
Each other spare
In fear quake all
Who on Hel-roads are
Yggdrasil shakes
And shiver on high
The ancient limbs
And the giant is loose
Bale and hatred
I bring to the gods
And their mead
With venom I mix
A place prepare for me
A feast I fain wouldst see
The mountains burst
Earth burned with fire
Break the seal
(Adapted from the Poetic Edda)
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Time again, exhaustion of the flesh
Engorge the body, the streets run red
Their horrible dancing, dauntless gaze
Alluring rouse, join in, embrace
Coming of age, you'll finally see
The true meaning of the festivities
Revere the role bestowed by the mask
Complete each ritual occult task
Later follow us to the eldritch lair
See the ancestral ones, pale and fair
Beyond the earth, unending vastness
Scintillating ever-flowing darkness
At midnight will it be revealed
Who or what you've always been
Finally suited to metamorphose
Fortify the mind as body contorts
Old features swapping with the mask
The new appearance, grotesque and grand
Shed the flesh, grow up into a man
Thus the greater festival began
(Inspired by Thomas Ligotti)
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Saturnalia
07:15
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Saturnalia
The last feast of Harlequin
Maggots by starlight...
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Abomination
03:06
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The colored pictures painted by life
I see them only by gloomy twilights
Like distorted shadows, cloudy and cold
Hardly born, already defeated by death
And since the mask fell from everything
I see only death, disgrace and plagues
Mankind's heroless tragedy
A bad play, staged on graves and corpses
This terrible dream-view disgusts me
But a higher force wants me to stay
A comedian who speaks his role
Full of desperation and boredom
Obscenely teeming mass
Corruption of life and death
Gyrating human mess
An abomination
(Partly adapted from Georg Trakl)
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(Instrumental)
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The One as Chaos and Egg
15:25
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The one
As chaos
And egg
I wot that I hung
On the wind-tossed tree
All of nights nine
Wounded by the spear
Bespoken myself to myself
Upon that tree
Of which none telleth
From what roots it doth rise
Neither horn they upheld
Nor handed me bread
I looked below me
Aloud I cried
Healing
Wailing
Transforming
Devouring
Sacrifice
Transcending
Dreaming itself
And all
The one
As chaos
And egg...
(Partly adapted from the Poetic Edda)
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