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Cosmic Misanthropia

by Wall Painted Black

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Occultations 02:30
I, in my own worship Am exalted... No Abrahamic father Nor his son Will ever be worthy Of my reverance My lord is the trance Of the dark woods Suspended Without frustration
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Don synthesis And throw aside The robes of decorum Lo, saturnalia Lord of misrule Cloak and sickle Chaos and sovereignty
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Invocation 00:37
Come forth, forgotten and disgraced devils!
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Creases, moles and craters Grab my attention As I pulse into the quasars The colors change As we go around And out again Down below The trees are unhelmed Nature takes its lover The trees.... Nature is our lover (A forever dark aeon And a new age Misanthropic traditions Sinister ways Of the old ones Our discarded gods)
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Saturnus 06:09
(Hail Saturn) Storms swarming infinitely On his surface Harbor an ageless evil Revolving around our own sun Breathing down our filthy necks The devil glimmers faintly in the night sky... Lost in lore Dies irae, dies illa Solvet Saeclum in favilla Teste Satan cum sibylla. Quantos tremor est futurus Quando Vindex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus. Dies irae, dies illa!
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The sun shines down on us to no avail For it fails to penetrate our souls Wherein we harbor a night without moon or stars Let the flaming tongues descend And bring about that black light's will
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Devoid of dogma But ready to carve To defy the transient Stab forth with penetrative will Strain every leash Running down the mountain Of the fallen man To stand before your killing gaze And now we travel flame to flame In the age of sin
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In my silent suffering I look to the serpent With it's tail in it's mouth Shielded, Solitary... I praise the dark gods with my heart and soul I await the final battle and the bloodshed that will come
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Mistweaver 03:28
Chaotic systems, dark traditions Magicks in the wrong hands Mistweaver
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I've traveled all my life, with this mask on Ten directions, Ten centuries (Individuality finds a collective integration and becomes lost in lore) Misanthropic paths Drive me to worship I look to the stars... I, alone in my own worship I am not insane I am exalted (In removing one's mask of man; That failed species That melancholy wreck... One must look to the skies I look to the stars ]Manifest Strength] The serpent will guide us [Awake and ascend])
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Every king a bastard's son Every man a liar Ivy creeping Down the walls Celestial gardens Of splendor, disorder Discord in motion & A senseless journey On which I've learned nothing

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" the sun shines down on us to no avail
for it fails to penetrate our souls
wherein we harbor a night
without moon or stars "

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released April 12, 2019

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