Den Svarta Våndans Genealogi
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The void circulates by killing Only by killing all the living existences The void circulates by transcending The conception of cool-headedness or cruelty Your longing for murdering him Or completely destroying him Is on account of the existence Of your incompatible enemies Living on the balance of providence Thus you turn him back into null! This is a very natural phenomenon This is a very, very natural phenomenon in comparison with the unnaturalness of existencе You just have to accept your own hostility And urge for murdеr, your urge for murder that would never exist if he had not been sent here Just like the space filled with the void Was miserably distorted And there flowed in some existence The space distorted by the existence Is awaiting for the moment That the void again flowing in The void turns everything there Back into the void The space distorted by the existence Is desperately awaiting for the moment! You hate, you destroy You kill, this is you In order to destroy him, you even dare to erase yourself You hate, you destroy You kill, this is you In order to destroy him, you even dare to erase yourself In the name of the space Both where you are and where you are not Set the unreason shaped in your enemy off And throw him into the void In the name of the space Both where you are and where you are not Set the unreason shaped in your enemy off And throw him into the void Knaaog Nnyia Mkoott Knaaog Nnyia Mkoott Ksanoe Nlyta Czautt Ntoockn Iang Ksanoe Nlyta Czautt Ntoockn Iang Knaaog Nnyia Mkoott Knaaog Nnyia Mkoott Ksanoe Nlyta Czautt Ntoockn Iang Ksanoe Nlyta Czautt Ntoockn Iang Koacmi Okkoidzu! Koacmi Okkoidzu! The circulation of void is what keeps setting The distortion called existence off The circulation of void is as well what keeps producing, distortion called existence By rearranging the nature called non-existence The void exists without limitation outside your consciousness The void does not welcome you And does not refuse you You absorb the greater void Into the lesser body of yours Or you let the greater void Embrace the lesser body of yours Turn once your will and motion Back to the void Pour the fluctuation of void to your every corner Your hatred absorbs the void And explosively grows up to the inside and the outside The void, the non-existence is the essence of this world To try to turn back to the void is the providence and the law of this world The void is who rules this world without willing anything Now it's time to destroy your enemy and set its distortion off to the beauty Now it's time to turn your enemy back to where and how to be With the embrace of void silently crushes his existence from its core The void flows into and denies all his mind and corpse And when he touches your void, he finds another himself Another himself in you to destroy himself Facing without any motion His body is silently swallowed by the void To turn back to the place restfully to remain Without having anything to do With his outer layer consciousness Yet desperately in searching for the place To turn back and restfully to remain, all his beating is now yours All his motion is now yours He has no way to escape He is deprived himself from what is not him And loses the space where he was He collapses down In being swallowed by the void And leaves himself in the silent Dance macabre Miserably in struggling in the air He silently falls down in the void The distortion called him disappears In swallowed by the void with a silent laughter The distortion called him disappears In swallowed by the void Becomes what didn't exist With a silent laughter
Submitted by Grave666 — Jun 02, 2026
My veins are open Begging you to come my way A Life in sadness I call you to break my spell Rest place of Ancients And in rage the Absu bails Hail wise Asaru At the throne you watch the world Shammash shall fall as Su'en guides my way to come Over those mountains Path of the ancient song Home of the pure ones Take my soul Nar Mattaru Pact of the old times Listen as I recite the words I call thee forward Kingu, Chutu and the hordes Jaws of (the) dragon, Tiamat The mother lord White diеs as feeble cries, their pain a path to freedom This forcе of Ancients will come close My blood, a key to their door My life for their power When they're emerging, my reward Absu opens and come forth As the Ancient turn my death to force
Submitted by Grave666 — Jun 02, 2026
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In a morning in haze, over you walking alone, dark clounds silently smiled and cast down their own cold shadows ... Completion of the life must require the death... Within black clothes, you remain standing in looking up at nine lightning spheres flying down to you EHXARPE HEKOMA NAENTA BITOME By getting over the mighty black cross, there are no more places that you cannot reach at All these six hundred and fourty four divisions of this world are being under your control In all these five dimensions, height, width, depth, time, and consciousness You are becoming the true ruler of your own world Time's come to you to enter in the realm where nobody on the earth has never yet arrived O your formula is now completed Then you see dark figures of nine ladies, however, wearing black clothes as yours, within these lightning spheres coming down Their eyes are coloured grey, or colourless, and their cursed pastime are lying over But you feel no fear EHXARPE HEKOMA NAENTA BITOME Deep behind the grey lies inorganic eternity that stares at you and your life Just innocently and with a little pity, neither in longing you, nor in refusing you You silently look back at the tower of earth, and your words of might vibrate the air MOAR-DIALE-HEKETEGA O IKEZOD-HIKAL Time's come to you to return your corpse to him O now to the direction of the tower of earth TELOKEHE,TELOKEHE SIATERISE-NAENTA PI-BELIAR BABALOEN O now the death carries your corpse away to the Scorpio of earth You, however, shall flee from him Then you shall proceed to the palace of pity, the palace of the lady Babaloen O life of the imprisoned and their inorganic beating clockworks echo over the horizon Lighted with warm and cold grey light, without any change, since that pastime in their memories Can you hear the winds whisper the warning? Behold, he is the master of the Death He approaches flowing to the front of you, or you yourself are powerlessly Drawn to him, then he, just coldly and silently, reaps your life out What you regarded as your corpse loses its activeness and its colour of blood and comes coldly unsawn What you regarded as yourself is unchained from the prison of flesh You are no more on the ground where you stood with your feet The identity of your corpse: Your limbs, head, trunk, eyes, nose, and mouth Everything struggles to ascend by leaving the corpse that ruins on the ground This silence that might kill any lives is just the prologue If you still keep being yourself, turn and look upon the tower of water EMPEHE-ARESEL-GAIOLE O RAAGIOSEL You once again return your blood to him To the direction of the tower of water TELOKEHE,TELOKEHE NAZODPES-TELOKEHE HEKOMA EF-KENILA PI-BLIAR ZODEN BABALOEN O the sword of Death He pierces through the blood of you You, however, shall flee from him Then you shall proceed to the palace of pity, the palace of the lady Babaloen The carved seals of the one that lived imprisoned are erased one by one in melting down within the wind All the sceneries that formed the shape of you one by one lose any reasons to be then, there And so, even in remaining in your memory, in turning in shapeless ashes All your lust to be with them, and to be within your body, is gradually being lost and forgotten Your personality disintegrates and your identity is freed from the restraint and begins ascending to the higher dimension On the horizon lighted with warm and cold grey light, there no more stand your feet The tower of wind draws you that struggle to break your shell ORO-IBAH-AOZODPI O BATAIVAH You return your breath to him To the direction of the tower of wind TELOKEHE,TELOKEHE ADEPEHAENTE-ORASE TELOKEHE EHXARPE PI-BELIAR SALEMANE BABALOEN O the ineffable darkness of Death, he conceals your breath You, however, shall flee from him Then you shall proceed to the palace of pity, the palace of the lady Babaloen
Submitted by Grave666 — Jun 02, 2026