Into The Cunt Of The Witch
Black Flame I: Life Is A Prison
Black Flame II: Keep Your Light From Me
Black Flame III: Death Is Life
Illusion I: Religion
Illusion II: Pleasure, Pain and Pedophilia
Illusion III: Suicide Is Painless
Death I: Unknown, Unknowable, Uncertain
Death II: Ejaculating Into Darkness
Death III: Black Flame Is Refusal
Suicide I: Chaos Everywhere
Suicide II: Naked Life
Suicide III: Certainty Is Illusion
In Absu's Absent Presence
And Tiamat's Present Absence
Red Bible Black / Blliigghhtted
Nothing Is A Reason
Purge Me Satan
Into The Cunt Of The Witch
1 - Black Flame I: Life Is A Prison
She always told me that life was a prison.
That death reigns supreme in life, she got orgasms from scenes of suffering, injustice, disorder and children’s tears, that she had no enemy and life was disgustingly beautiful.
She seemed quite happy and energetic for such a negative and depressive sense of life.
I thought she was extremely beautiful and yet she told me that she hated her shell, and went on to explain the reason being simply that "she did not choose it".
That statement was the insight to her dismissal of every sort of authority, mostly the inherent authority of existence itself, how it dictated how she must live. She had a drive that made her uneasy and not wanting to adapt to this world and simply live and she thought that this drive was the only thing that made her see this existence for what it really is, a prison.
2 - Black Flame II: Keep Your Light From Me
She believed everybody had this drive, but that they justify it into things like "religion, politics, family, work" and that she just wanted to experience that drive without those veils around it.
She not only did not want to let go of this drive to "live a better life" she was believing that that drive was the only real value in life.
The flame that burned within every human being, but the very flame that they tried to extinguish.
The flame of no joy, no friendship, no companionship, no safety, the flame of void. The flame that sometimes takes over the person which humans disgustingly call "depression". The only real flame, calling one away from the prison.
The flame of chaos.
Her mother was presently absent with her constant harassment and fear and her father was ever present with his calculated absence.
She grew herself up into a malfunction of an antithesis to this existence, it was beautiful seeing her move around the room devouring every sort of life.
3 - Black Flame III: Death Is Life
Death was the only thing that she saw, an utter blackness of uncertainty. She was absolutely disgusted by her conclusions, because conclusions were an act of certainty. Everything in life was to do with a false sense of certainty. She noted that she accepted her dreams right away, even if paranormal things were happening in them, and she told that the same would happen in life. Nay! It happened everyday in life! That everybody were coming to terms with inner and outer unacceptableness and they were first
torturing themselves and later coming up with new conclusions from these breaks of certainties. This was reminding every human being that life; their utmost certainty will be crushed by death someday. Nay! It was crushed everyday by death. Death was life, but life was an illusion, certainties were transient illusions speckling in the sea of death.
4 - Illusion I: Religion
Existence was a speckle of illusion in the midst of chaos. Everything has uncertainty, meaninglessness and emptiness in it and yet the illusion of certainty persists. It congregates itself into a ghastly vapor of cloud called form. From the fallacy that those illusions are forever and one, we claim authority. Authority; forgoing the fact that we perceive those forms differently, hence can never fully apply our experience to each other, yet we claim authority.
They used to sacrifice domestic animals to gods, and sacrifice was the most important support of cosmos. They thought because they slaughtered animals, their world was holding together. Now we sacrifice more than ever before, and animals suffer for all their lives to end up in our plates, and we torture each other and ourselves in a thousand ways. All of us partake in these religious and million meaningless sacrifices through the day and yet pass judgment from our moral high grounds.
5 - Illusion II: Pleasure, Pain and Pedophilia
We sacrifice all day, everyday, everything for reasons we cannot really altogether comprehend. Yet we still think our means will lead to ends and fanatically support our ways from moral high grounds. Every single person is still religious to the core and it is jihad everyday everywhere.
She does not pretend to care if animals nor humans die or plants are lost and this world goes to shit, she is more concerned with how she ended up in such a place. Just like everybody else really, but she is conscious therefore anti-religious. She does not think of forms she thinks of destruction.
She loves to do things out of spite, she feels pleasure from offending everyone for she sees them walking on the street with blood all over their hands from the lives lived in expense of others, the hearts they break. Yet still passing judgment. She believes in absolute immorality, but she is no worse. She likes black metal because it celebrates a great suffering; she likes to see suffering in art because she feels extreme sensitivity in sensitive artists expressing extreme insensitivity.
She hates getting censored and judged for her extreme art because she is just portraying the world as she sees it. These people eating their filet mignons of an animal that suffered all its life, and died upside down slaughtered then coming and saying she is wrong because of her subject matter. These people go home and hurt their kids, they hurt everyone and everything, yet pass judgment like they are pure, and this causes great pain for her.
She knows she is evil just like everybody else, a child molesting, rapist, torturous murderer, but she is conscious therefore anti- religious. She does not think of dichotomies, she thinks of suicide.
6 - Illusion III: Suicide Is Painless
I might as well commit suicide one day, it is on my mind. However, death is not an "escape" for me. I never could believe those who claim to have achieved a religious or irreligious certainty regarding death. Romanticizing death as an escape or a profane finality is not "realistic" to me. Thinking death is the good escape is the same as thinking any sort of materialistic or personal change is going to be the triumph for someone who is not happy with their current situation. Having said that, it is as logical and as mundane a change as those things for me. Accepting an occupational offer from a distant town is same as accepting to end one's life. Playing with death is playing with uncertainty, we do it everyday. Death is the ultimate uncertainty; nobody knows what is going to come out from it. Just like nobody has any tangible information as to what consciousness "is" they have got no clue what death means to the "individual" if there is such a thing or lack thereof.
7 - Death I: Unknown, Unknowable, Uncertain
Life is like climbing down a mountain on a rope, there are billions of ropes all going down the same mountain, most people hold onto each other’s ropes. You don't know whence you came from, your first memory is on that rope, and seeing many people do the same. When you look down you see all those who are miserable and are falling, you see a pitch black below. Up above is a white sky of equal nothingness.
8 - Death II: Ejaculating Into Darkness
Most people look anywhere but down, and yet you like to look down, and converse with people about below. People tell you not to look down and concentrate on the climb alone, yet you feel the need to know where you are going. Some suggest looking up instead, but you think it is pointless, thinking that is not where you are headed, and it hurts your eyes for nothing and renders you incapable of even seeing the rope. Yet people tell you not to look down. Some jump off, thinking it is where they are going anyway. Most try to enjoy this climb, yet you try to ask people about below. Some claim it is going to be white like above, some claim the climb will restart in another rope and yet you know nobody knows, and they get uncomfortable when you ask.
9 - Death III: Black Flame Is Refusal
They say you are evil for looking below, they say you have no right to climb while looking down, they shun you. As time goes, your whole purpose becomes thinking about below, and people don't like it, you think of letting go.
We sensitize over mere words, eating these sacrificed animals and claim we are no longer religious, tell me how some words are not spells that could get you killed or worse? Everybody is so religious that it disgusts us, yet we claim we are scientific.
We exalt our subjective views on art into objective value fallacies like snakes, and try to take bites out of creative minds, when truly confronted we recoil to the position of "in my opinion(s)”.
While there are no forms, we create the illusion of form and try to
claim authority over it, just like our non-existent “god’s". We say, "this is true, believe it, I am right" and want people to obey us through it.
Death spreads its wings into life.
This is all what life is about, illusions. Some see this drug of life as something to be enjoyed while it lasts, she is more concerned with death. Dark spirituality is following the inner drive to refuse to live.
10 - Suicide I: Chaos Everywhere
Everyday we do many things, where we either don't know or care about the outcome.
In either case their results are unpredictable in different degrees.
The unpredictability factor is the devil, it is death and it is within everything in varying degrees.
Think almost all things you do bearing in mind your expectations and the results. Think...
Working with death is just like working with anything else, you work with the unpredictable.
11 - Suicide II: Naked Life
Looking at death is looking at life without any veils of illusion; you
are looking at something without any form.
Form is an illusion, like this record, it just pretends to exist within a destructible medium. Neither experiencing it nor being unaware of it or its total annihilation makes it a constant or void; fleeting moments make it dynamically desirable or undesirable for other fleeting moments. In this regard, an illusion of total freedom arises. Like a feeling that since nothing really "exists" one can bend all reality. But no! You still have to master the ways of this inherent "illusion" to make way for this idea of perceptual or spiritual total freedom how is that freedom? And if it is not freedom, and freedom does not exist, why do I long for such freedom? Where does this longing for something that does not exist come from? Even if I somehow reach this alleged ambition, why did I ever have to fight all my life to reach it? And can it actually be reached when such question is ever asked? Isn't this the reason most accomplished so- called people end up depressed and suicidal? This is a game that has promises of possibilities in it, nothing more.
12 - Suicide III: Certainty Is Illusion
Very few truly ask the question of why being put inside an existence, which is a game with its own specific rules that only "it" can bend.
A game that they did not choose but constantly are forced to play and "master" in their own ways and as much they see the reflection of this question in their lives, they get depressed.
Activity-inactivity and a possible suffering on both spectrums drive people nuts over trying to find both inner and outer patterns and
ways to come to desirable ends.
Since this is the key to this prison, even if you're happy you never cease to be a prisoner; only a prisoner who enjoys prison. Some seem to value this very highly and even dedicate their lives to making the most out of this life that they did not choose. Those people that have "found their ways" in life’s prison lose a limb, get raped, end up in the hands of a torturing maid when they are old, get a morbid disease or anything that renders their system which enables them to "make the most out of" this precarious prison unusable. Everybody feels dwarfed by uncertainty, and uncertainty is forever, it is everywhere, death reigns supreme in life. I wish immense suffering to every living being. Rape upon all women, children’s death upon all families, breaking of certainty, torture upon all animals, plants, I have no enemy and life is blindingly beautiful.
My life was something that I could enjoy, but I was both unable and refused to. I was healthy, had resources and skills but did not want to partake in this charade. Inner and outer forces were always on the attack to unbalance me and dealing with them and making life better never seemed like a quest I could enjoy. I was more concerned with why and how I was put in such a place, a game I don't remember agreeing to play. The mysteries and fascinations took a friendly farewell as I willingly let them sail away, and although I have no expectations from death, I enter through the gate.
All lyrics by Emir 2016
His endless laughter echoing in the infinite ever multiplying halls of my mind.
Father do not feed no one else,
You give me and I give back,
You gave me your mistress,
A whore gave birth to my mother,
Slaughtered black angel you are.
You will no longer be afraid of anything,
Neither of the dreadful dreams,
For you are the anomaly that did not die.
You have chosed to name your success
And everything that you are chaos.
Even if you fail, you've been touched.
No one can understand,
There is no more fingers to point,
For he resided in a netherworld
Where you fell from.
The fountain of uncertainty is a mirrored monument.
Sculpted in the borderline of the worlds on high and low.
Sculpted by you and yourself.
Do not tell the self that he is on the wrong side.
Warm is my head when my heart turns east,
Warm was the heaven's throne when she shone,
Warm is the home of the son,
Warmth is never to be abandoned,
Cold was the mind without the cross,
Cold was waxed out of nightmares,
Cold was the mind in darkness,
Fertilize I must the pain induced by love,
The friends of many are different,
In Absu's Absent Presence
I am chained to my kind through hate,
Unless you think better of them.
Father can I not be your most beloved
I shall rule your universe one day
And I will not hide behind false modesty
In the midst of all trouble you caused me,
He who does not submit to the darkness he is made of,
A true warrior of the sealer of time I become,
A disease my kind and me were thought to be,
What evil resides within every human being?
And Tiamat's Present Absence
A soul can be stilled by force
Strength of charm under your spell,
When the power of all lies become mere objects of desire,
Fire they breath,
Grandmaster of all lies bleeding into my guts
Makes me vomit and vomit
All flows down into a backward castle erected underground
Fear bleeds philosophy from underground
He is you,
Breathe under blood
There are some, who try to plant this,
If everything you say is the same thing, why keep saying?
If everything you say is not the same thing, why keep saying?
I speak in eleven ways of kingdoms far away.
I am purged when I accept my faith in believing in mirrors in front of my eyes.
You are Him, and you know his spells are too strong.
Red Bible Black / Blliigghhtted Lyrics
You make us happy.
You make us nauseous,
No Temple Lyrics
Forces that be have left you to flee, nothing you knew could save you. You've seen the same patterns within everything you beheld and thought that nothing will ever change. The only reason that you haven't committed suicide was for fear of worse. Convinced that you are a prisoner, you felt like paying the price of something you don't remember. You hate yourself and everything around. What if I told you that there is an out of this prison and it is not mere suicide, something much harder to accomplish. Something that needs constant concentration, something that needs true devotion, perhaps the reason you are here. Like a psychedelic nightmare addiction. Like infected crosses raining on you, a morbid vision. Enter the world of the underworld, the neverending spear of the foe. Work through your confusion, as confusion replaced rain forests. Walk through thoughts that beg for order. Walk as they make you bleed. Walk for the moment and taste your own pain. A new you is born every scar, a new time, a new space, a new dimension. Once open the eyes can never close. Follow the bringer of true light!
Who made the son sinful in heed to the father? The lie will keep us alive as it always has. He who puts salt in sea and deserts land teaches us to be smoke in his fire. Only a shape inside a cloud can open the eyes of past wrath, sloth, envy. Towards demons of bodily assault I fest by sadness, decrepitude, sickness, hunger and thirst. Death will be the final triumph of demons over me. Pierce my be-ness, how did such nothing come to be? All these angels and demons no different than me. They are all stepping stones to that which we can't perceive. All I ever want is to feel close to its existence.
Lucifer is one of the greatest eyes to the shadow side of spirits. I am one who believes that it is the highest spiritual chaos. I want that chaos to wash through my being with uncertain beauty, of everlastingness. God and its image is of a school president, I was and will never be respectful or grateful to it. Such arrogant boredom, I despise all that they think that they stand for. But more so the conformist pieces of shit that may or may not try to walk his so called path. I find peace in raping and getting raped by beauty and abomination. I find beauty in my ugliness and vice versa. I like honesty more than anything, and no light is darker than truth. Bring me that light wherever I go oh lord of the night.
Nothing Is A Reason
The speed of our decay is an extreme visualization of our beliefs. Like rotting cunts and the taste of burnt pubic hair trying desperately to change our fanaticism. The only thing that they ever accomplish is to give us a taste of our home. We worship because of our hate, hate of the knowledge that there are those out there ready to worship. We kill out of nothing, nothing is a reason better than nothing.
Nobody can feel Satan's grasp as deeply as I do. The claw is evermore… The grasp empowering me, oh lord I am nothing against your might. You are everywhere and all that I do I look for you. I submit myself and don't you feed no one else! I want to be your cancer. How empty my soul becomes when I stray away from thy path. I know I am not pure oh father of hell, separate me from me. Take away all meaning from me. I will destroy my life for you to shine through me. I want to dissolve into your void of vomit. Without the holy ones. Oh father what should I do when they step inside my fire. Father, only love me, I will sacrifice all children for thee. Father don't trust me, but grant me thy all seeing dark. Father I am weak but grant me thy immortality. I will destroy myself for a moment of your glory. Immortality through destruction of the remainders of mortality. Being made aware of the fact that some things are out of your hand. The gates will open again and darkness will seep into light and ignite unity.
O Lord of fire standing in the midst of the void; how I hate the smell of their mouth, their sweat, their fingers, all I will do is thy will... Samael, bury my soul, you are fucking Lilith with Satan, proving that I am your son. Father Lucifer, bury my soul. Mother, die from cold, suffering through fatherless storms… Anrita; my be-lowered son, I must kill you to open gates to void. Set fuck off. Typhon, I am born in the cave.
Angels of law constantly sent my way, they leave without any hope… The evil resides within burning all be-ness around without corrupting my cosmic vessel. Agents showing themselves as angels of beauty trying desperately to instill love into me. All I make is turn them evil! As their pathetic lord spits them out of his kingdom they have nowhere to go but hide in my memory. Of Lucifer you're always vindicated! Agents of order can never seep through thine impenetrable Asat! O Satan, purge me from all being through constant cancer chaos. Azazel, Azazel!!
Purge Me Satan
Never stopped staring at all these waves inside you. It is your gaze that keeps you afloat.
Multiple personalities that feed a hungry God are never really aware that they are Satan.
I have yet to awake from this lifelong quest of classifying the feelings that kill unreal thoughts of denial.
Purge Me SATAN!
Too long have these peasants ruled the earth for an eternity.
I have yet to taste the bitterness of reality.
Bleeding inside a womb can render one too confused.
These are the teardrops of a beautiful future.
The Devil is evermore, Evil is everywhere, Everything else is but disguises of evil.
I have turned my back on the path.
Inhaling the smoke that which once was the void I've come to be left off to slumber; I was but used.
Drink from the fountain of uncertainty.
I have the power to slow off the universe but never will I stop hating chaos for cosmos.
Slaves will never rise above.
Always to blame are the cruel masters with whom we have chosen to enslave ourselves forever to Him.
Night will fall upon our hale.
The Devil is evermore, Evil is everywhere, Everything else is but disguises of evil.
The dark mother must get ambush raped before she can teach The Moirai, for she will inevitably perceive the great disparity as the blooded do. By then we will also know that we are the ones who will too.
As all sprouts of the great decadence, we shall only convert ourselves. Through the pinnacle of cosmic futility; the hourglass, one can see that its essence is cancer.
Fire the dragon breathes, tells us of human nature; the slithery can form such fear from the proximity to earth. The same fear that breeds their light onto the celluloid of the mind, as the demon of the skies. They are ancient symbols of our only hope.
Night and day we pasturage the flame, we struggle hard to make it gray, but its black, oh so black. Night and day we struggle hard to pray, pray for some illusion of cosmos to be their slave, and nothing, not even its womb can be of any aid.
Stop this illusion of love and spare me a dark cloud to swell with my hate. Not that it would work without the fuel of blood and semen turned piss.
Staring back at someone while I'm turning back on Satan renders me another victim of cause. Fuck the cause and all its manifestations in abuses of little children in their wombs.
Through the hourglass one can see that the essence of time is human futility. So it is written, so we shall speculate. Bring forth the past, the endless inquisition shall begin. Through times never existed mercy we shall gather the force needed.
To find back the pain lived is real, and polarizing the unreal thoughts of denial we begin to exterminate the future. They say it is a curse, we say it is all I wish to be!
I am suicide.
I am a fool.
I am but a fool of the day.
Take me for granted and abuse my time, for I will punish myself with incoherence and passivity.
Through times of war our collective consciousness have swirled into a hate so subliminal that we started to genocide future children.
Take me for granted and abuse my love, for I will punish yourself with my reflection on the excrements of cannibalistic lovers.
Through times of religion our wish to be our sources have gathered an impeccable strength of ignorance.
They are all that there is.
They are all that they are.
They are all murderers.
They are all they can be.
Raping the newborn is the autocratic prophecy or the proclaimed hypothesis. Nightmares have just begun when searching for a hidden genesis in the pillars of pastime. If you make the one mistake you will find your way to heaven, because hell is reserved for the infertile.
You have forgiven centuries of darkness out of your falsely proclaimed sacrilege turned soul draftiness. The confusing storms of false prophecies and allies entering your unfinished equations are enough stagnation in your trivial pursuing of the classification of the black energy. Let us ask the very question in the gates of time; what exactly is the destruction of a divine relationship?