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Seer of Naught
06:33
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Behind his leaden eyelids
The Seer ruminates
Pupils focused on naught
Peripheral ghosts and baseless thought
The Sightless Seer
Reverse engineer of the hidden machine
The Seer of Naught
Zealot of the Night and rootless thought
Yet when the time has come to breach
The infinitely wide meta
Between reality and the truest of truths
The profoundly mad and the maddening profound
The clouds roll in
And yet when the time has come to reach
Meaning beyond excreta
Beyond the trivial and meaningless proofs
Causations of causations, half-baked correlations
The walls close in
Study of the frame
Over the pane itself
Pariah, cold and distant
Study of the flame
Chars the Iris gray
Martyr, hollow and dissonant
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The years like leaves they turn
So weary of the winds they yearn
For a flatline where no currents churn
Idle matter to a sickly burn
Fire is a wound in the balance
Siphoning blood from the chalice
A violent dance of null and all
Void of virtue, void of malice
Above the crust
Wherein those hideous harpies
slice through the skies
The lacerations of their talons
Harvest rotten fruit
Beneath the crust
Wherein the worms gnaw on my roots
The ancient death gods
Suck on my necrotic toes
Their talons lacerate
My sprigs, the leaf shedding twigs
Their talons lacerate
My sprigs, the ever thirsting Styx
Rages betwixt
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Asphalt Limbo
06:38
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This universe is tiny
It's ventures puny
Intentions truly
unsure
This universe is also mindless
It's convulsing lashes
Governed with blindness
I'm sure
The eye is fixed on blinding rays of mammon
Concrete beasts, marble priests
Monolithic steel, millions kneel
The smog asphyxiates barbaric voices of instinct
The smog satiates, the smog is quenching
The smog is meaning, miasma ever loving
Millions upon millions
Exiled from the soothing womb of death
And spat forth into a brief flash of the most revolting neon gray
The sweet bosom of darkness calls
With it's mouth tingling, mind numbing
breastmilk of self-loathing
Only the utterly destroyed shall ever be granted their freedom
The smog is nurture, the smog is future
The smog is narrative, the smog is imperative
The inevitable Asphalt Limbo
Inevitable, irreversible
insatiable Asphalt Limbo
The all consuming craving
To go back whence potential was drawn
About-face and grin at the nostalgia of the grave
Shines even brighter than the LEDs.
So lie down and rot in peace
Lie down and rot
Lie down and rot
Lie down and rot
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Warwhore
06:12
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This is why you were spawned
From the compost of your fathers
This is the result of your raising
No other directions for you
You are done
Go to war whore
Suffocate on my blood
More! More!
And suck my gun
Drones voyeur a fresh pit of carnal mesh
Smouldering with moans of pure passion
Slippery flesh writhing against fellow flesh
With righteus ragers engorged:
Lights, camera, action!
Warwhore
Remember: We are one
More! More!
Warwhore
Now
From the ashes a flower grows
From beautiful tragedy
From noble throes
And as they say in love and war
everything goes
Everything
Thus a legend is born
Crowned with death, adorned by all
Nameless star of The Grand Porn
Warwhore
Inhale the smoke of genocide
Hail the prince of global suicide
Face a recoil moneyshot
Warwhore
Debased, erased and fucked
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5. |
Warm Spit Upon History
07:43
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The incompleteness of the harvest
hides in itself cruelty,
outright mockery masquarading as mercy
The era of descent will soon come
Burn-beaten land
Warm spit upon history
Blood, ashes, sand
Scorn, spit, scorch, victory
Eat, fire, eat!
Pyromanic war witchery
Progress from defeat
Warm spit upon history
Rigid bodies topple
And shatter into gravel
New mosaic forms
Perhaps better, perhaps worse
Likely all the same
All the fucking same
Natures celestial scythe
Whetted with sapient spite
Oscillates as a whirlpool
Of sour, frothing drool
Upon history
The era of descent has begun
Under blood crescent we are one
The seraphic sickle shall come down on the fickle
Until grace itself is gracelessly undone
Eat, fire, eat
Swipe Sysiphus' feet
Blood, ashes, sand
Burn-beaten land
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Eat, Fire, Eat
05:47
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I envisioned a spark
Grace the surface of the dark
And so it did
And so it did
Ever so slightly
The pulsating black matte
Began to glisten
Began to listen
I envisioned a gust
Of smoke, like flickering stardust
Hug the walls
And so it did
Ever so gently
The primordial nyctocrat
Began to thaw
Stretch it's maw
Eat, fire, eat!
Eat, eat, eat!
Wherever the torch glows
The shadow follows
The shadow follows
Wherever the spark goes
Fetch!
Eat, fire, eat!
Eat, eat, eat!
I envisioned the war
A lifetime of swirling inferno
Come to pass
A bitter draw
I heard the timeless walls
Of the vast obsidian halls
Smother the final echoes
A flame frozen in time
And terror set in stone
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7. |
I Am But a Thrall
08:28
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Tear off the limbs of reality
Fashion a cauldron out of the skull
Render the fat of our towering amputee
And separate the manna from bones
Wonders and bones
Wonders and bones
There is something hiding 'neath the flesh
Whatever it is I must find it
Drink the boiling broth of reality
Sweet succulent flesh of the gods
Reflect upon the stench of divinity
And ponder the shape of the bones
Ponder the bones
Ponder the bones
There is something hiding in the darkness
Whatever it is I must submit
I am but a thrall to it's searing image
I am but a thrall to the talons
I am but a thrall to inevitability
I am but a throne, a cauldron skull
Ponder the bones
Ponder the bones
Then burn them and ponder the smoke
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Multa is a project where I do what I want, and most of the time that means cold atmospheres, sinister black metal riffs and sometimes noise and other weird shit.
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