Species of One

by Vrag

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Released by Schattenkult Produktionen in conjunction with Dancing in the Trees
www.facebook.com/Schattenkult-Produktionen-695399133905557

Recorded May-December 2014, UTAS & PCIMAS, Hobart - Tasmania

ANTI-CONVENIENCE BLACK METAL

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released September 23, 2015

Vrag Moj - Bass, Vocals
William Plaister - Guitar
Linton Tuleja - Drums

Lyrics by Vrag Moj. Drums recorded by Michael Kennedy. Engineering by
Vrag Moj and Linton Tuleja. Logo & cover artwork by Heesco.

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Track Name: Alcoholocaustic Carcinogenocide
A bastion of filth
A lurid convent
But don’t look underneath
The rampart to find it

CH:
Alcoholocaustic
Carcinogenocide
Brought to you with blessings
From up on high

By Caesar’s order
The Games begin
Aspire – behold
The pursuits of kings

Do you not deserve
A handful of ass?
A blissful respite and
A full glass?

CH

An indigo sunrise
Over a tyrian life
Waved on by the Caesar’s hand
Resplendent in gold

He looks upon your multitude
Down underneath the rampart
Uncounted, hungry
Destined to die of plague.
Track Name: Ahasver
A taunt uttered on a bad day
Responded to in kind - and how!
The lesson is that silence
Is worth ten-fold of Aurum

Ahasver - the wondering
That bastard Christ has lied
There is no coming back from Skull
I'm doomed to forever wonder

Each road in the world I walked
At least a dozen times
No home I find satisfies
I must continue forth

You are a scoundrel Christ
Your Father is a cruel god
If truly he were the god of love
He would have me and let me die.
Track Name: Cynicism & Hate
The world around me resounds
With bitter irony
And its prepared form shall not
Enthrall again
But it inspires
Cold cynicism and hate

Grey winter limbo
You yet sustain
A dying flame flickering
Among burned ruins
And your emaciated form
Provokes no lust
But it inspires
Cold cynicism and hate

The sea of faces, whom
I wish would heed
In your proud streets
Where you do sway and stir

Would look much better lifeless
Filled with the debris of life

The swirls of soot upon shattered concrete
And the wisps of frost on broken glass

And the bright blue sky above
Devoid of your foul breath.
Track Name: Species of One
Springtime for life
In solitary confinement
I gave up being human
Yet I am far from free

This season sees the blood
Well up with human lust
Which is no path towards
The species of one

Where I am going
I need no blood
Nor any other seed

Apart from the
Cold intellect of
A species of one

So near – the stars
Yet nearer still
The cursed helix
Of lust and blood.
Track Name: Madman
Within my self is war
I fight it every day
Ablaze alone, they call me
Madman

CH:
And I can see that I
Shall never be as they
Nor do I crave their
Inner peace

At first a rage
And then a silence
I looked up to see
Madmen

CH

We hold a mirror
To one another
We’ll always be each-other’s
Madmen

CH
Track Name: Vagrant in the Astral Plane
Vagrant in the astral plane
What draws you here, so far from home?
This ideological black hole
Is radiant with consumed passion

The fragile vessels of the hidden world
Out there just beyond event horizon
Are rumoured to be filled with ardour
And highly sought-after esotericisms

The sun is in such a part of the night sky
As to evoke a new age of madness
One must embrace it ardently to
Receive abundant and unknown gifts

Those wishing to eat of the fruit
Hanging off the Golden Bough
Must first become one with an empty skull
Its eye-sockets filled with incense

CH:

Vagrant in the astral plane
Orphaned of reason in one’s own mind
Ritually taken for a ride
Through the quiet lanes of fools’ country

CH
Track Name: Inverse Horizon
Here lies a man
Who thought that the world was round
And hidden underneath its mists
Is an inverse horizon
The mountains, the sea
Are all inside a sphere
Hidden above all by
Ignorance and lies

CH:
Those that point
Towards the sky
In reverence

Are fools for
There is nothing there
Apart
From the colour blue

CH

Before he died
He implored us
That he be buried deep
Minutely closer to the distant spheres
And far away from the sky-lies…

CH
Track Name: Invisible Chains of Infernal Command
Armed to the teeth
Mind and muscle
We march at dusk
The flag of Satan raised up high

We are the soldiers
Of the Devil in time
A tradition of pride and
Irreverence

CH
Darkness has fallen
Upon your life and times
The enemies of god
Are at your gates

Not justified
Nor Ashamed
Befouling
The temple of Christ

Soldiers of Satan in time

Armed to the teeth
Concealed
We walk among you
In the daylight time

Make no mistake
For we are here
We laugh at your
Failed savior and barren god

CH

Warriors of Satan marching through time
Invisible chains of hellish command
Order you say “I do not believe”
Arm your mind and you shall be free.