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Demiurge of the Void

by Deivos

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1.
Here I stand with my legs apart the world Vultures circulate above my head Locusts bite my leds Acute andor in my Fungs There is no more Gods now There ore no Gods before, only I am here Plague, poison, venom, disaster, conflagration, The gifts of thy mercy I go left, wide road where I go Dogmas crumble under my feet, illusion of salvation smashes on my chest Here and now and nowhere else, I do not have any other Gods before me I am Prometheus of my existence; I bring new light in darkness of your lies I tear Messiah's head i cut off the hand put together in prayer I suppress the litany before it escapes the throat I will pick the Eye of Providence out I will feed the beast of truth with the dove I turn Eden of empty promises into waste, who wants to live forever in a waste? No more legends and myths, fairytales written for children New Alpha and New Omega I redefine and create from the beginning In the universe of my soul there is no place for you Let it be overthrown for ever and ever, confusion
2.
Every time you fail on your knees With your head right to the around, full of denies You renounce yourself for the tombac You worship evil calf and burning weed Code of a dead deity determinates your path You put degradation on the altars Masochism is the highest virtue Mortification is a daily routine You are stuck in the cult of the dead, Your world is buried Sneering at life you aspire to emptiness False empathy, saint indignation Death is taken for granted Fall in from of messiah of the dead You are the thorn in my eye Salt in the wound, parricide of my soul Your martyrdom is the farce of sacrifice Dead when alive, You want to bury the whole world You are my had news, my Egyptian plague You are my famine, you are my disease The brain cancer, the ulcer of my soul You won't know the truth if you're on your knees You won't find comfort in temples of Hypocrisy In this bread there is no flesh In this wine there is no blood Sacrifice made, you became nothing...
3.
I'll inoculate your disease with poverty of your faith The absolute of hatred I will pump into your fetid intestines Plague of degradation I'll spread all over your body, to spread them as waxen augury I'll replace objective view on truth with brain necrosis . Non-existence will became your punishment, Emptiness and mind nothingness, Disintegration of your own soul You! stand trial, not sages will be those to judge you but your Squalor will become carnal shape If it point its finger at you. with its own meanness and divine heresy I'll point out your wicked life of priest of corrupt faith Wrapped in divine cocoon and with the applause of saints similar to you It'll give you the lie of your false faith, it will smother this divinity, despise your Gods I am the master of ail religions, poverty, misery and disease L am your master and the one who crucifies his own son It's me born in hell of my own soul, I'll hood this world with my filthy shape You! foreswear God when I stand in front of you, you! spit on the God when I command! I'll keep you in such a stupid ignorance As each Christian treading in his own stupidity Whining to the lord who doesn't listen and won't start Your pleading are as worthless as your actions and your life (because this is my non-divine plan)
4.
I'll was born to loathe To thwart master's plan Saint whores of Babylon flood in die sea of blood With the pleasure of murder here comes unholy ecstasy With hateful look I watch religious sorcery Made up and not worthy to exist, a hundred times I want to hate My hatred intensifies my power, the power of destruction and annihilation I'll flood Christian filth in the ocean of blood I am God's bastard bom from womb of filth The voice of hateful invocation wraps my advent I'm coming in the valley of God's rotten faith given to you I am nomadic preacher who brings death (lies) I spit on your divine truths I disavow you a hundred times! I am here to give you absolution with my fire sword I am the one who is followed by fire Cadaverous stench wraps my body, touched with abomination, but not replaced Here comes my time, time of revenge and clearing I will give you my unholy commune, penetrated with your wastes I'll exterminate you, religious pigs I'll exterminate you
5.
He will come in his non-glory - he will descend here! When his shadow- stalk your grave When he says stand up to see your fruit The toll of your squalor and sexual hist It is he who will make the house of your soul collapse When his Divine Majesty comes, when you see that he's sneers at you That your faith was blind and deaf pleading for salvation not listened You'll at last notice this - what you derived from for years Raped souls trust the lord Ripped of all human dignity Trapped in their mental fears You'll stand up to touch with your filthy hand The hand that doesn't give alleviation, doesn't wards off worries The touch that burns with its pain, will wrap all over your body It'll take you away what's left in you, dignity, humanity Dirty, raped is the flag of your body In your innocence, you scream - God, why? His messengers, angels of debauchery Will find you to dirty you in the name of God once more!!! Save your soul, with my evil I unction you! Be confident of my Devil's truths Kill your soul, close your prayers in hateful squeal And worship your lord, when legions appear right in front of you So you could assume devilish- names and walk with me!
6.
Fruit from those, shrubs you are not allowed On this land you cannot tread Your nature you ought not to listen In a tight rein of obedience keep your lust From the river, the thirst you will not satisfy All of this created for your torment Trick out your eye, if it glanced Cut off your hand, if ft touched Pick out your, if it said Cut off your ear, if it heard I'll paint the picture with promises You'll stare at it all your life There was nothing behind this picture Rotten frames, perishable canvas You are forbidden to ask about the cause Blinkers worn on your eyes so wonderful I made especially for you Don't be curious, what will be next For the obedient I hale another picture Engraved in wood with the chisel of suffering Burnt with fire of dread of emptiness You will fear this view Who alerts or glances outside the frames Let damned be forever I'll not tell you, that it was not The word became flesh, from flesh all arose I was never really there You wonted to met me, but it won't happen
7.
I'll bring gates of despair on you I'll clap your children in irons Through pain and fear you'll worship me The lizard tribe I bless Dressed in habit made of snake's skin Let the whips Of reptiles' tongues beat to my glory Insult is my grace, contempt is my Host This is lie I my body This is revenue - my blood I'll turn away the order And cut down the tree of life You'll recognize me by fruit The storm, fire, anger, envy With the poison of redemption I'll infect your soul I'll flog your heart with the fear of condemnation I'll fix you to the around with the nails of sacrifice You'll love me as I loathe you For the truth I say unto thee On my behalf you'll kill Lust let nobody dare to question me I am the propagator of fear The shepherd of inert oxen The lord of host, the master of iniquity I am the Demiurge of the Void
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Panacea 06:28
I curse the world ruled by strange Gods Under the cover of love I sow the seed of chaos Willingly I will not let cramp myself up in the yoke of faith My thought is not striving for stars I walk through the path where Yahweh has no more power I leave nostalgia of life after life behind I will find the remedy in myself Blasphemy as panacea for the epidemic of faith Skepticism is my shield against doctrines Bitter tormentor, how many years more Your manna is not for me Your Ark is not for me Your judgments, your paradises, your hells The blood-shaded, human hecatomb, child's sacrifice, all went to waste From love you stand far away to righteousness, your hand doesn't reach Sacrifice executed, God s pathology Even your sentiment for you is dead As a withered leaf you will fall into oblivion The seed of hypocrisy will not find fertile soil When I humiliate you and smother you to the end My remedy for soul disease Your manna is not for me Your Ark is not for me Your judgments, your paradises, your hells Worships of dead, testimonies of contempt Vanity of minds hunched by dictate of Trinity I am liberated, from my dream awaken From eyes and ears the peals of superstition has fallen off Blasphemy as the panacea for the epidemic of faith Skepticism is my shield against doctrines Do this in a remembrance of him

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released September 27, 2011

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