1. |
Light (Fos)
08:21
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There is a box
Without a key
Inside it
It holds letters three
Poetry macabre
And crumpled secrets
Beautiful petals, delicate
But only one withered
Her saccharine form
She cries unheard
Performing on command
"Turn until you break"
Her silver blood drips from her wound
The shape of a sickle moon
As cracks begin to show
And tragedy unfolds
The plastique veneer strains
We cannot see, for the burning light of reason
Φως σχίζει το φύλλο αμφίκυρτα
It bends nameless folds
Of passions without form
Tearing the night from the day
Day from the night
O, silent Heve, servant and thrall, ageless
In secret you smile, I know the hidden reason why
Voiceless slave, daughter unheard, borne of the Law
Eternal child, endlessly you serve
The mad decree of a Demiurge unseen
Insane
Her bestial father
Slew his ancient progenitor
And for her to live
She must castrate a God
Seven, four, sixteen
She was certain
Pink and blue and black
Black like the devil's eyes
For how much more
Can this old stone
Cast this terrible shadow?
This killing mill
Endlessly grinds
From east to west
Eternal
The dancer strains
Inside the box
To break the form and to unfold
Rather than being just to be
Hoping to live so she can see
The black star in the sky
A truth to be wed to a lie
And if madness must be the the great cost
Then madness becomes she
So it is
So it must be
Let the portrait grow old now
Let youth and beauty be lost
To be her desire to be
To climb the heavens
Nameless is she
Headless is she
To shatter the omniscent archive
To withstand the noumenal law
If reason dictates my deceit
Then desire believes me
A corpse I be
Headless, silver
Silver and headless
A darkly mirror curved
Curved mirror
Refracting silver light
An impossible hope
Waited long enough
For long enough she waited
Black sails on the horizon
I've waited long enough
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2. |
Pillar (Vraxos)
11:00
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Her heart an ambition
Tearing at the night sky
She trails to the edge
The tellurian verge of this world
Through boiling seas
Burning black earth
Bottomless chasms
Tending her wound
Shielding her heart
Together, apart
She's nearer to the white stone
At last
Transgressing the
Emanation
Withered and swamp-bathed
A shroud on the world
Offal and butchery
Claw at her wounds
Rending her heart
Pulling apart
Until she's bare
The firmament screams the song of longing
The petrified corpses
She must climb
A billion passions through time
Canonized on this stone
Carved in killing order
To see beyond it she must climb
A monument to tragedy
To see beyond it she must climb
She will fall
She must fall
Elytrous spine
Structures align
Taunting her will to ascend
As she traces
The flesh of the stone
Constellations of names
Carved of no hand
Connected by fate
All there's been and will be
Webbed are the names
Connected by grooves
Knowledge and memory, truth
She knows that it is a lie
She must climb
The name of her father is there
Her mother, insane
Her brother is there
Stillborn
Impostor in her place
An endless voyage through time
Built the horror of this stone
Impostor
Impostor
To see beyond it she must climb
A monument to tragedy
Dead, in his place
In his place
In her place
She was born
For every time you've been a coward
For every mollified excuse
For every time you've stood for nothing
Construing justice for the truth
You were there
Your name was there
You were there
And she must climb
With your silence she's been scarred
And your cruelty remains
Your name is there
Your name is there
You are there
You are there
And she must climb
She has to climb
She will fall
She must fall
She shall fall
She will fall
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3. |
Fall (Ptosi)
09:54
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So she climbs
The endless stone marked by
Seasons of distress
To it she gives
Her fingers and her flesh
Torn away in a million gusts
Mutilated to our name
Forever closer to the top
This monument to human genius
With force it takes
More and more
So she can hear
His voice
----
I turned and saw it
The eye is on it
I see it strain
Its pity significance
It's not enough
You're not enough
You don't deserve petition
Impostor, your ablation rots
Stillborn
Stillborn
Stillborn
Your blood must flow
For those below
That wither in the mire
Can you touch me
With your protrusions
What do your gestures mean
Your limbs I take
Offering
So it's decreed
The sun will burn you
Your cursed breast sliced
Inside the eye of
The Innumerable
Is this the light
That you thought
In your mind
That you would extinguish
Where is your silver want?
Your stars have drowned
They never existed
Tricked by my
Reflection
Want is not power
Want is not power
Your want my power denies
---
Your lips, offering
To my crown
I sear your ugly genitals
And still you speak
-Ηβη
How dare you invoke
And covet her service?
You have served not
Insolence
Delusion
A fantasy of fate
For this, I take your eyes
Man has gazed up to my expanse
For millenea, they made petition
Man killed for truth
Screaming their endless plight
To terror I answered
Construing through Logos they ammased
Their scrutiny of science
The blood in their hearts
Called out all the same
I answered
And as through digital doctorine
A billion hands tore hearts
On faded keys and lonely screens
They asked
I answered
You don't deserve petition
Your silver blood is weak
You have only yourself to kill
For me
Your question is no question
For if it were you'd know
The answer from the first word
You know it
Man is man
And woman's not
Mourn for life
And death will come
In shadows, your respite
You are my plaything
And I am God
The Phallus of Logic
Hear
Hear
My decree
The globe's tall curve
I rape forever
Your question
You demand
Absurd
For how
Could a curve
Into
An
Angle
Turn?
Reduced to meat
And spine
Still you climb
Your bleeding hole
Still cries out her name
I take your tongue
-ηηηη
Silence! Shapless, faceless pulp!
You are nothing! There is nothing of you left!
Fall to the depths of my foundation, abomination!
Drown in the swamps of my ejaculation!
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
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4. |
Flight (Ptisi)
06:12
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