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Unholy Masticating Void
03:52
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UNHOLY MASTICATING VOID
The Third Wave comes from airborne deaths
So run and hide or kneel in prayers
All gilded hell’s doors sulfurous breaths
The almighty heavens ended in tears!
Salvation closed its doors before
These splendid seventy-two seals
Of Demon Kings Almighty bore
Post-Abrahamic bane now sings!
Look up and see the All-Seeing Eye
As Satan dance in blissful high
Now come and place your bets and sigh
Or breathe the tainted air and die!
Is this the end--paid Armageddon?
Are we the willing cattle bound?
The slaughterhouse comes bladed glee
For downward spiral maddened spree!
No use for prayers or gods of stone
Bent crosses saintly relics frowned
Enunciated whores since owned
For hither blasphemed lusty vowed!
Come forth ye ancient pestilence
The unholy masticating void it calls
For you and me through darkly penance
The castrated Messiah laments his balls!
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Faceless Pallbearers
06:54
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FACELESS PALLBEARERS
Faceless pallbearers walking at sunset
In tattered black robes so silently they tread
Hauling a hearse found of fetid relics
A rotting staff, two crumbled stones, six-pointed rust
Faceless pallbearers no prayers did follow
Their backs frailly bent, their hands dried hollow
Enduring the weight--dumb humanity gone awry
From war and science--Great All-Seeing-Eye!
Faceless pallbearers from beyond ‘House Of Meat’
They passed through Gehenna warm blood will they eat
The hill of contempt, child sacrifice much brusque
From the ‘Second Temple’ to the ‘Farthest Mosque’
Faceless pallbearers in paths till forever
No wailing no grief, salvation in fire
A shade of ‘Black Stone’ a desert of greens
Availing mad zealots as Satan he grins!
O faceless pallbearers what price red countenance?
A penny for a sin, ‘indulgences’ for repentance?
Or had the way since shut by twisted philosophy?
Mere merchants of darkness peddling indignity…
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THE FACE OF HALMA-HERA 2 - TOWARDS A FIERY END
So now all that’s left are ashes, burnt ruins
Of bodies once living now one with the flames
Where is your laughter, why are you silent?
Damned Halma-Hura your pride killed us all!
Now see how the Devas they did so reply
The Graxs, the Haluns and the Hinzas are now but ash!
From battlefield of arrogance to echoes of the lost
Alas it’s too late now, your existence extinguished!
From clashing of swords to flashes of magick
Now hear squawking sounds of scavengers annoyed
They left without meals, found bodies of soot
Yet the head of Halma-Hera it still lain intact!
For here the rightful king his head did so lifted
The Devas took pity so they remade him anew
And sent him afloat to the place beyond the stars
The last of his kind the king of the peaceful!
So what about the rest, their wretched descendants?
They populated Nusantara with pride still adamant!
Damn you Melayu twice wretched you’re cursed!
Such hypocrites sublime and bound for the flames!
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IMPALED ON TWISTED CROSSES
I am the end the beginning the sated the fated twice malcontent
Forsooth you all be but pawns of your oh, so fine delusion!
So would you go and praise the Devil when you are but him?
Or would you just go kill yourself for the Trinity Of Nothing?
Alas no sanity avails cowardly hands, online names, childish brains
But who knows what lurks within all peaceful minds asleep oh bliss?
Merry meet my pompous sirs! As I slit your throat with broken glass
To give you the ending so bleak so undeserving or so you think?
Forsooth no prayers befit the pale-skinned black hearts a-sullied
A sordid supremacy non existing--Luciferian in grace!
That dances on the grave of your own making anon
To hail fake princes firstborn hell-bound diabolically maligned
Fare thee well O Refuse On Two Feet--no angel raptures swell
As I hasten your steps "damnatio memoriae" post-blackened hell
A mass of meat puppets subservient in bliss the All-Seeing-Eye
Forthwith disdained to live ashamed impaled on twisted crosses!
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Lore Of The Red Wind
05:02
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LORE OF THE RED WIND
So come you now, it’s time for a story
An infamous scum, Melayu Madani
The master of magicks cruel and deadly
Dark practices they kept, inviting blasphemy!
Forsooth they are fond to show how good they are
Ancestral pride comes shiny, O glory God Almighty!
While hiding horrid facts--they kept but wicked spirits
To make some potent potions, for love or hate or murder!
From the stealthy Tuju-tuju to the destructive Santau Angin
Incantations so old--thrice blasphemous disdained!
Alluding to their mastery, of powerful Angin Merah
A magickal breeze of evil, aplomb in seven colors!
For those possessing the knowledge, to kill you is so easy
A poisoned egg enchanted, a short halved bamboo shaft
A whispered cryptic mantra, and soon it will take flight
Afloat in the witching hour, a fate of horrid death!
The Red Wind blows from Hell, a bastion of the Djinn
A hidden page blotched history, such hypocrites we were
Unholy, damned, barbaric, though still much sought after
By vengeful hearts inflamed, for desires steeped in sin!
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A DARK PORTAL INSIDE OF ME
I am a psychic vampire ungodly so great
Dead forces arising to dispense pagan hate
A Dark Portal inside of me impinging on sanity
It hungers for mana, for prana, for chi life-force energy
Surmounting, catholic, ecumenical my powers
Hail Satan! He’s dancing a-mocking your crosses
Dead child of god headless past bastardized papacy
White virgins in heat found sated--sans modesty
Oh spare me your lies pissed “Urbi Et Orbi”!
Out counting the days pentecostal great orgy
Should I just stop here lest Abraham decried
Or would you come squirting on relics much fried?
Allay me your miracles what science did planned
Forsooth not but sooner all scriptures since banned
The Pontiff--sweet moaning--he comes but in earnest
And watch as His Angels now sing for the darkness!
A dark portal inside of me impinging on sanity…
Dead child of god headless past bastardized papacy…
Should I just stop here lest Abraham decried…
The Pontiff--sweet moaning--he comes but in earnest!
A Dark Portal inside of me...
Impinging on sanity...
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Late-Night Redemptions
04:02
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LATE-NIGHT REDEMPTIONS
The days and the years they crept up to me
And then left like I wasn't even there
Time and again I would swear
That Time is indeed my only sworn enemy
But what of the lessons it gives us
About Life and all of the unknowns?
Is there really an answer to everything?
Of everything that I'd sought and lost?
For now we have come to the month that ever
I did feel cold on the onset of flowers
The day much told for the days and the months
And the years to come round full circle again
Yet not too heartfelt to the likes of me of
Whether I did like it or not to come to past
For there was never a winter too cold
Than a time unavailing for a child at heart...
And now I figured that Life and Time just gets
Too weird and outlandish for even this me
For yet have I seen the answer to a question
I most sought after its terminus, its ending
And that concerns of why am I still living
Even long after I've searched for reasons I should
For it seems that even I could see that night and day
Did spiral and still spirals to no end!
Why indeed, that I still keep on living long
After any semblance of a sort for any reason at all to live
Had since disappeared like stories of old
From ruins of moss and weed, and I am still alone in this one
Am I really am the living dead of a purpose
That drags on his feet for a future no reason could describe?
Or maybe I'm already dead but dreaming still
Like some cosmic, big, tentacled god of one twisted mad Arab?
So indeed this way is the way for me to wend my way still
To celebrate the birthday of a Life that maybe not meant to be
In a form devoid of hope and maybe devoid of Life
Seeking for God for some late-night redemptions...
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Spawn Of The Abyss
04:40
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SPAWN OF THE ABYSS
O Father of Hopeless Despair, deep be your fall
Send me a sign that made all rabbis come undone
For I am your child of dark steps from here to eternity
And great may it be this task of mine fulfilled for naught
O Great One celestial and ancient, lithe and much eloquence
Come carry me through the depths into the throne of light
Where I may soil words from false parchments anno domini
To take on the task of becoming the new lord of dying earth
O Immaculate Saint Of Opened Eyes, burning temples
Come avail me from wafts of incense, myrrh and sweet grass
For long has it been since we danced the hall infernal and red
And here be the fringes so light-less and played upon the wronged
Entreaty, My Lord! For here be the spawn of the abyss re-fleshed
For who knows how deep does this rabbit hole goes from birth till death?
And I am waiting for the wings to take me on beyond satanic whims
As you are The Giver bestowing wonders to those who believe in you!
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THE PATH OF LIGHT AND DARKNESS
Forget it! For this screen has much whiteness
For all that I feel is nothing in particular
And it's been a long time passing, since I’ve
Felt the need to tell everything, to feel everything…
But what price the scene of contempt, for the one
Who didn't know why he’d been wronged?
Is there any illusion left to tell me, that all that
I’ve been through is false, so wrong and made-up?
Alas these too would give up for home these ideas
These words, these writings on the glowing screen
For whereas the stubby went on with their lives
I still feel wrong to the touch, merely out-of-place!
But still nobody looks at where I was looking
Nobody sees it or values it as how I did once!
So could this be but madness it comes for the one
Who thinks too much but alas gained so little?
So what is it that I'm asking myself still
Like I saw it all but pretended I didn’t?
Is there a word to describe it, or maybe none
Of the words that I know would matter to me?
Alas, even these ideas these knowledge these skills
Seemed to have stopped being so friendly to me
Like I didn’t even know how to read and write
Yet I wrote them still in the corner of destiny…
Where could there be in this Kingdom of God
That my kind be safe and accepted as a norm?
Would there be hope still that I'd be there in time
Or could this be the end of me, in places not for me?
For if such be the case then leave me be as I tread
This path of light and darkness! And to keep on wandering
Still, in peace and in mourn, in prayers and in despair
For all that I am and for all that I’m not, forever...
In peace and in mourn, in prayers and in despair
For all that I am and all that I'm not, forever!
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OF TWILIGHT AND FORGOTTEN RUINS
Dark my dreams have been of late
When the twilight greets the sky I wander the cold
To where cities stood and temples did chime
Now lay in wrack and ruin forgotten by time
This is but a walk for a heart desired and blackened
This is the end of the beginning of the end enlightened
This is where the dead they haunt old crumbling steps
And this is the palace of joy found after the hubris
Oh my love my pallid serenity, of demons and angels in heat
Spare me but clemency laced with disgust, humble pies of god
To declare me enthroned in hopeful dirt and dusty thought
While I wait for the day I depart from the earth, found aerial feat!
But should there be none then no gods would precede me
No judgment to defer me no punishment to subdue me!
For I am from a universe before and since gone, alone and awry
And soon this too shall end, a void without form to wend on my way!
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WHAT REMAINS TO BE SEEN
Maybe this is the end of everything
Maybe I am the ending of false beginnings
Foraging for providence past fruitful lies
For a better place beyond the pale horizon
So true may it be the placement of fate
Of ruptured rapture inclined to more pain
As it should be the Silenced Minstrel so beckoned
Waiting for the twilight to take me for home
O pallid razor sharp anecdotes found pagan parchments
Spare me a season for wings and a prayer twice mocked
And I shall pay ye Saint Sinner so handsomely a king’s ransom
To make way for the pallid to touch me--much sanity owned!
Maybe there is a god that cares for all that is without worth?
Maybe the dawn will break again--past four-winged smiles!
Of due erasure granted…for pleasures of the unspeakable!
Alas, what is there to praise? What remains to be seen?
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Silenced Minstrel Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Silenced Minstrel is an underground metal band started by Silenced Minstrel (now Void Tenebrous) from Kuala Lumpur Malaysia and has been active in the local metal scene since 1996. He was once a co-founder and keyboardist of the gothic black metal band HALUN before the band broke up in 2010. ... more
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