Robed in white, whom Erebus begot on Night Laugh at Her, make Her drunk Saving oneself, salvation needs the Omega
The puppeteer asks for Her to play … no one moves the feet of Fates
The woven hands Are named … how fool a god can be
The Fates being adorned by Thee … darkness enlighten the skies and She
Confront this view, it will always be
Triple fold Her voice unfold Listen listen listen and be
Of all the fools, who’s spread upon thee? With love or hate, no god command thee Of all the wise, who’s spread upon thee? With love or hate, men command thee
Virgin, mysterious, would loved to be a whore
Beautiful, moonfaced, paled She was born Maria, Mania, Lamia The children of Them recall The prophets protest and lo!
Love them, feed them, love them, feed them… The children of Her adore A prophet wasn’t before Hate him, kill him, hate him, kill him…
(Act Two: Praise Her) - The Noumenon
Hymn to Thee: Aporia il e denblaha Aporia sah e denblama Mas en vuj otrio vastenm Mas en iftehn lodriann shir
(Act Three: Kill Her) – The Existenz … Alas! Is no more
Thou art! Her dream of knot Thou art! Her act of stop Thou art! Her flesh is not Thou art! Her horror dome Thou art thrice better and She is three alone Thou art before the rope …
Her crave is no more For what was always I A Fate to adore The Fate of mine
Her promise is no more
For what is breathing … dying A promise to adore The Fate of mine Her beauty is no more For what is attracting … lying
A beauty to adore The Fate of mine Her fate is no more No more Her fate dying What I used to adore Have the voice of mine Perfect endless observances
Rays upon the bloody Throne
Beautiful, cynical, rewarding Her humble smile
Aesthetically, asthmatic, gorgeous Her death in processes divide
(Act Not: Epigios) – The Irreversible Predominance
A sacred spring forced Her to my spine Once being not, I was not made to be
Shapeless flames forming fire My spine becomes volcano Lava erupts!
(Act Not: Apogios) - On Nature
Listen, and I will instruct thee—and thou, when thou hearest, shalt ponder—
What are the sole two paths of research that are open to thinking.
One path is: That Being doth be, and Non-Being is not: This is the way of Conviction, for Truth follows hard in her footsteps. Th’ other path is: That Being is not, and Non-Being must be; This one, I tell thee in truth, is an all-incredible pathway. For thou never canst know what is not (for none can conceive it) Nor canst thou give it expression, for one thing are Thinking and Being. ...And to me ‘tis indifferent Whence I begin, for thither again thou shalt find me returning.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.