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Species of One

by Vrag

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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.
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Ahasver 04:42
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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.

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Released by Schattenkult Produktionen in conjunction with Dancing in the Trees
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Recorded May-December 2014, UTAS & PCIMAS, Hobart - Tasmania

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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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