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Hate From Hell

by Vrag

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A shard of cosmic iron Flung into a cursed desert Unites a billion souls Once only in a lifetime A gift from God not Satan? Are you so certain Saracens? A gift of endless strife The crusades begin A pilgrimage of pain And sword-cleaved disaster Upon the Holy Land we march In a parched zealotry The deep-blue Middle Sea Licking the golden sands Awash with bright-red blood And hordes in gleaming armour Attain the grave of God And dig a thousand more Filled with the swollen kill Of nine more holy wars Through time, cold space The Cosmos grins Its ineffable smile Shimmers A black mirror in sand Turned glass Laid out for those that see.
2.
Descending from the hills Heathens and barbarians We raid Christendom by day And the Caliphate by night No Holy land is safe No saint’s suffering Meant a thing to us at all But decay and death Our rusted strings ring out Quaint hymns to darkness We look towards the past Where our ancestors reigned We carry their signs The star, the swastika We mock the barren god And his rotten cross Black Metal has no future, only the past Upon the weak we spit Unholy bile No tolerance is here For the precious snow-flakes.
3.
A spiritual plague sweeps the land of Oc A heretical faith in Christ, no clergy No church is recognised and what is worse There are no sacraments or tithes A creature both pestilent and insane A possessed limb of the very Satan Allows this to go on in his lands It cannot continue any longer True Christians of Île-de-France Gather your arms and mount You are here-by south-bound With Christ on your shield, go and slaughter How will you know your own - by God Put all you find to the sword The Lord will know his own - the Lord will Take their souls Onwards Wretches of Devil's foul design Blinded by him spiritually and now Blinded but one in one eye Walk to your doom off Montségur Château.
4.
Wide-armed, glistening priest Nude in the crypt with the choir Wide-eyed, the lambs of Christ Upon reaching the 13th Station Swine at the troth On Ramadan under The synagogue brothel of Satan Unwashed, duplicitous, hungry For lamb but not piglet, vagrants No shade in your desert under The pillars in the ruins of faith The forever aggrieved of Zion Your Wailing Wall surrounds you We laugh at your Messiah and we reject You sefir upside or otherwise.
5.
Am I the last alive? Alone and cold in the autumn of mankind Walking the sad wastes of life Under the grey sun and moon A feast of clay and lizard flesh A drink of rain with dust Some things are never lost to us The pleasures of viscera I am the last alive… The comfort of any home is mine Yet none feel like one, Filled with their owners’ bones An unsafe world Where I thrive And in these wastes – I’m God A real man, yet all I want Is company and passion A feast of clay and lizard flesh Unsettled, wondering dreams A soothing voice and a soft thigh’s skin touch Wide blue staring eyes No rest, no rest, before me Lies the entire world A feast of lizard flesh and clay Awaits me…
6.
Gazing up towards the heavens The myriads cursed in hell Send their hate towards The maker of this cruel world God of not love, but only lies Is the mundane hell of life Not cruel enough That you cast us into an eternal fire? Hate from Hell The God of lies And your foul servants Hate from Hell We deny you We laugh at your sermons.
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Darkness! Howling in the highlands Look up you peasants, see And to your ramshackle homes flee As vellum clouds roar Send emerald cascades below The storm nears The storm-hate of evil Fell voices sing Unholy verse And turquoise lightning lashes A highland monastery Lies in ashes The virgin cult below it - spoiled The dead arise, Bent by the wind The alpine moors a-wondering No god will help a hapless pilgrim caught here Such un-safe travels and un-kind visions Until the dawn, a sure thing Here, the angry storm is king The storm-hate of evil.
8.
Cold clear sky Through a raven's eye A chill breeze sweeps the forest And heralds winter And heralds winter The sunset's last warm ray Frozen in a dull droplet Will there be another day? It never seems that way The woods stand naked, tall Somewhere, a stream sounds The voice carries far in autumn And there is no-one here now A deaf veil thrown over the world As far as the black raven flies The first of winter's snow descends Consumes all in a velvet darkness The endless months of ornate frost White death-like fog over the lakes The unseen moon presiding over winter storms The pale yellow sun that brings no warmth The raven soars in the sky A herald of winter Black wings - dark joy A lonesome anticipating cry.
9.
In the cold light of solitude Rests a clear and profound sadness That in the end one is but one and that To seek a multitude and to attain doom One must be strong alone and carry Their flame towards a bitter end In the dark world of inner thought Born are the grains of truth Temper your heart and hold them high Follow no-one’s but your own command Hear me! You are alone and so You must be strong or else you will not bear The burden of what you must carry And no will come to aid you A gritted jaw and a clenched fist A stubborn drive towards, towards No one will thank you and no-one will Weep when you are dead and cold This is the difference between Them and us They need assurance that their life Is not a farce They pray to Christ Or count their karma Eat "lo-fat" food And watch the evening news I hope this world comes To a fiery end I long to see these people Dead and charred Their meaningless, Contrived lives Amount to naught But wind and ash Their creed of weakness Is abhorrent to me I long rejected their God and Christ I stand alone Because there is no-one That I need in this empty life That I need in this empty life Made full with only my desire A never-fading burning black The inner fire of my soul And if these words stir up A thought, a feeling, a renewed resolve Join me in the cold light Of inner pride and outer solitude.
10.
The day you realised that God has died His tomb stands empty Because his bones were stolen By the lying church that Peddles saints’ skulls To fools like you For which it is well rewarded The holy scripture is all tales-tall Of endless folly cast as glory Written by men hiding in monasteries Instead of working and fucking their wives That day you stood by the roadside Leading through wilderness towards Wrath, decadence, apathy and suicide Nine stations of the inverted cross This loss this death, this loss Make sure it is in spirit only The thorny path that leads towards Nine stations of the inverted cross All day is night now, for how long? The only light here is black Fear not, for you will be reborn The moon will rise and a star will fall The hidden flame burns deep inside Illuminating the mysterious darkness The cup, the sword, the skull, The mirror bearing a likeness.
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Flickering witchlight In the woods before the sowing moon Dances, but pay no heed It leads the weary astray Wells of silver light above The mire glades And the barrow isles in the mist Where no-one lives These emerald walls enclose whispered secrets Of men’s death in loud anger Consumed by moss, entombed in fog Their bones lie scattered in a pale oblivion The witching queen Mara Is seen here from time to time Hopping from pit to hubble Each one a soldier’s grave The stench of death rises in the summertime Robs whole towns of their sleep and health The flickering witchlight dances In the distant glades and the cold hills No rest or sleep for the graveless fallen But howling nightmares in the eternal night Lest the living might forget Of death in their joy of life Flickering witchlight In the woods before the harvest moon Dances, but play no heed It leads the weary astray.

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Hate From Hell was recorded at YIMAS, Hobart, Tasmania 2017-2018. All lyrics, engineering and productions by Vrag Moj. Mastering by Sveri (Ruho). Logo by Hesco. Artwork by Feanor’s Scribe.

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released December 10, 2018

Vrag Moj – bass, vocals, lyrics
Aciretose – guitars
Jack Sansom – drums
Overlord – guitar, synth

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