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The Delphic Throne
05:24
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Trapped in the implicit unknown,
Facing nothing but endless reproach.
The Weight. Lifeless. Winding. Terror.
His curse has risen to the ancient sky.
Revered by blood. Condemned to the void.
Lucidity! King of the antagonist.
Denied by the Delphic throne.
The serpenth in the amber crypt,
Winding in the aether of ecstasy.
The serpenth in the amber crypt,
Only Time has sole monarchy.
Curs-ed to ubiquitous blight,
Subject to the eternal forthright
Lunacy! Is this the prize for being awake?
His curse has risen to the ancient sky.
Revered by blood. Condemned to the void.
Lucidity! King of the antagonist.
Denied by the Delphic throne.
Fever! The ever stabbing dagger.
Swollen flames piercing every temper.
Fever! The ever stabbing dagger.
The trumpets opening the gates of dissonance.
The serpenth in the amber crypt,
Winding in the aether of ecstasy.
The serpenth in the amber crypt,
Only Time has sole monarchy.
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Sun Devourer
05:07
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Praise this splendid temple of salvation,
Built on ruins of betrayal.
Raised under the veil of the stars,
Swept away by certain entropy.
I, embodiment of the abundant universe.
Genesis to this endless hunger.
Epiphany to end this infinite hunt,
To devour the sun!
Black sails, eclipse the earth.
Stygian mass, I conjured its birth.
Create, the empty sphere.
Consume, the light to sear!
Black sails, eclipse the earth.
Stygian mass, I conjured its birth.
Scorch, the herd among the supreme.
Conquer, be the only one to redeem.
Amaterasu, bringer of essence - erased!
A nebulous fragment of remembrance resides.
Thirst for the ephemeral ignis, once craved,
Nyx’ doctrine now illuminates the darkest path.
Profane reality has found its dawn of affliction,
The day shadow inhaled the breath of the sun.
To devour the sun!
Black sails, eclipse the earth.
Stygian mass, I conjured its birth.
Create, the empty sphere.
Consume, the light to sear!
Black sails, eclipse the earth.
Stygian mass, I conjured its birth.
Scorch, the herd among the supreme.
Conquer, be the only one to redeem.
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The Solipsist
06:35
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A giant moth spreads its wings,
Once lured by flame, now by disgust.
The abhorrent feast, the lament brings,
Fueled by Tenebrae, the heir of lust.
As he awakes from ghostly ‘mare,
Stars turned silent, to their visceral tremble.
The cosmic horror, the muted blare,
Turned to coal, from putrid ember.
Silent!
Be gone all bliss, in sound and fury.
Nocturnal death, becomes my seed.
Crowning kiss, thy gorge mercury,
Brings air asphyx and soil to bleed.
I am the crucible!
I am the vessel!
Black halo, levitate above
The muted mass.
Blind by the cycle
Of dogmatic sepsis.
Shallow is the ocean’s roar (in secrecy).
Fury, the beast within his mind (the flesh prevails).
In the face of Absu, the prince of disease,
Bringer of sweet despair in this abyss called life.
Supernal greed,
Shades impede the
Spirits of self-reflection.
Voracious ambition,
Somber ignition,
Faint matter in the face of nihil.
Abundant heat,
Flame that feeds my
Pyre of self-deception.
Abominate fission,
Tenebrous attrition,
The weight that crushes my every fibre.
Suffocated whispers submerged
Under thick vermillion paint on a
Canvas, made of indignity.
Fervor! For the
Impious sacrifice of Apoll’s chariot.
The hybris consumes the entity,
To form the blaze that form Prométhe.
Shallow is the ocean’s roar (in secrecy).
Fury, the beast within his mind (the flesh prevails).
In the face of Abs, the prince of disease,
Bringer of sweet despair in this salvation called death.
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Could this be my awakening?
Am I mankind’s remaining leap?
Will they stand witness or to my fall?
If I am their fate, I must be their reckoning.
I must be their reckoning!
In this exile of earth, I am an abandoned ship.
In this sea of barren aspiration.
Visions. Shrouded in clouds.
The truth I once embraced has turned into a distant lie.
Demons I thought to be drowned, have returned with supremacy
Erase the filth, the flesh dropped at the coast of Styx.
From afar, the mass looks at the horrid face of Acheron.
The howl from beyond grants me the grace of life’s corruption.
In the womb of hatred.
Taste. Incarnation of deceit.
Delve into obscurity Morbid!
Prisoner of your mind Liars!
Feast of the worms Rotten!
Servants of false gods Heretics!
I, the infection eradicate the moribund.
Acheron draws the circle anew.
The least will drown in their own allegiance.
And so form the endless sea of empty shells.
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101815
02:14
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Ardor
05:29
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Forced by the awakening light,
Strengthened by absolute cognition.
On the bleak grounds of the all-consuming void,
My famine is driven by the imminent ordeal.
Lighting the furnace of vehement ardor.
The ingested star grants me its heat.
Hate-filled formulas of evocation.
Elucidate in the darkest night.
Dark matter - destined to putrefy!
Be overcome!
A wild storm of withering flesh - forms in the crucible.
Reduced to none!
Arcane symbols illuminate the darkness.
Elements ablaze!
Ancient relics, melted and bound
Covered in blood!
Forever I am, inhaling the earth.
Life and death, unifies as one.
I am the one, the redeemer of worlds.
The plague rages on, that´s what I have become.
Arcane symbols illuminate the darkness.
Elements ablaze!
Ancient relics melted and bound.
Covered in blood!
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Circle Of Abaddon
07:08
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The seed, the breed, the perfection.
Divine king of disorder.
Their blood for my salvation
I am the highest accuser.
At dawn of perverted dominion,
Made from clay, they burst by my flame.
Virtue and spite, both drown in fear.
The Gordian knot’s solution,
I am the judge, I am the blade.
A choir intones the finite hymn.
Pale voices summon thy perdition.
Terra obscura!
Under the wings of Azrael.
Empires will burn, downfall of mankind.
Their kingdom will fall by regicide.
Slaughter! The decrepit spawn of primordial mass.
My lust feasts upon their screams of resignation.
I am the accuser.
I am judge.
I am the opposer.
I am God.
I am your God!
Abaddon!
Lamenting souls, soaked in my divine light.
Turning to coal, my ember is nourished,
In the darkest night.
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Monodia (He, My Wall)
05:54
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The lunar reign, vanished in total blackness.
Skyward constellations, distorted.
Stabbed by my spear of light,
The Hadean law, dictates this state’s conclusion.
My inner wall, built by contradiction.
Drifting into illusion, the devouring void.
Absolution, concept of pavor nocturnus.
The universe trembles, stars collapse.
Ascend, ascend, to Ikarean heights!
My inner flame will guide me to meridian.
Descend, descend, downwards the path of Luzifer.
Deeper and deeper into self-created purgatory.
Conjuring hallucinosis, my will be done!
Deafening silence, thy kingdom come!
Abject! Disdain the defiled will to sustain.
This maddening discomfort, the ever turning circle of Osiris.
Your world is mine, for I am yours.
Coasts separate, as flesh crawls off the bone.
The bell of dawn, summons the abhorrent force.
Antagonist, awake! Sailing towards abyssal shores.
Ascend, ascend, to Ikarean heights!
My inner flame will guide me to meridian.
Descend, descend, downwards the path of Luzifer.
Deeper and deeper into self-created purgatory.
Pure essence, blood flows like molten stone.
Wounds form the vales that hold the sea.
Once granted clarity turns to despair.
My deepest hunger now consumes myself.
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Aurora Nocturna
07:45
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A monolith oversees my endeavors of pain,
A Sisyphean conscience against this surface of nil.
Despair ridding the scourge of abundance,
The dweller of anguish, fright, walk in me.
Travelling the hostile spheres of an ill-luminated cosmos.
Entangled by the woven web of secrets.
Eden is greed, the serpent,
Kiss of flame.
Towards banishment from thy ecstatic realm.
Bear the uniform, ever-crushing hammer,
For creation means death, and thought means oblivion.
An idea of I, reflection of stillness,
Alas! Gaze of my eyes, rays of decay.
Mortal frame, I curse thy finity,
Dissolve in the core, disease is my harlot.
Succumb to this cancer - affinity!
Aurora nocturna, slave to perception.
Aurora nocturna.
Fear walk with me!
Aurora nocturna.
Drag me to death!
Fear walk with me!
Drag me to death!
The tongue is mangled, the throat refuses to scream.
Scavenger of purity, all I see is fiery demise.
Sigils of my downfall, the vultures are circling, the mind is ground to pestilent fruition.
Odyssey as hostage into wicked, breathless paradise.
Aurora nocturna.
Fear walk with me!
Aurora nocturna.
Drag me to death!
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10. |
The Cleansing
07:28
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Abysmal fires burn the paths of my abandoned journey.
Feeding the pyre that scorches me,
The dying god.
The flesh starts to wither, the rebellion of synapses.
As this is the very day, the day of my deliverance.
The light in me begins to expire.
I stare into my darkest destiny.
The ideal I strived for,
Crumbles in my hands.
Looking out of the abyss,
At this point of no return.
Every cell in my body,
Still tries to reach completion,
But there is none!
My nature forbids me to
Cut through the ghastly mist.
The horrors I’ve seen,
Feast upon my inner self.
With every breath of my life,
The wheel of purpose turns on!
Every being is part of painful purification
By death and rebirth!
This is the cleansing rhythm of the cosmos,
Where all souls are imprisoned for eternity!
What is the fear of death?
To die before my deeds are fulfilled.
What is the joy of life?
Knowing to die, as my will was done.
Slowly the blade cuts through the chord.
The body, now released, free from pain, free from being.
Levitating in a new universe, the soul exhausts,
Far from light, far from darkness.
Now I am pure.
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Asphagor Angerberg, Austria
Asphagor returned with their awaited, new-full length PYROGENESIS on March 10, 2023.
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