Beckoning Night's Blaze

by Mutilacion

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released February 28, 2015

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Track Name: Illumination, Transformation
Black waves take me, to the ancient source
Wash my spirit onto its shores

Ugra unfold your beauty and doom
Bring end to the light, we rise to you

Beyond the age of time
Expand my soul to its prime

The earth swallows my flesh
Free energy now transcends
To the holy plane of one
What was, again will become

Harvest, devour, balance
Body, matter, conscious
The earth, separates, excel
Now feeds, power, wisdom

Life is eclipsed by death
Vast spiritual skies gleam
Drown in ebony waters
Destroy nahat tattva

Illumination, wisdom of the supreme is within me
Illumination, spirits body and mind are now aligned
Illumination, yoga connect us to what lies beyond
Illumination, now we await for the harvest, and now we transform

Exit the mysterious world
Wisdom of all now in me
Vortex guide me to the one
And kill the flames of the sun

Harvest, devour, balance
Body, matter, conscious
The earth, separates, excel
Now feeds, power, wisdom

Ajna escorts my flame
In lotus now i ascend
Beyond the planets and stars
Beyond emotions and laws

Transformation, from the touch of the flesh into pure force
Transformation, knowledge turns into bliss as i see the abyss
Transformation, fire spreads to the pyre that alwasy has burned
Transformation, order cant be contained chaos now reigns

Emotion is all as the body dissolves
Illusions are hanged with the noose of the truth
Burning of stars is now no more
Obliterate order, the I shall roam free

Possessions will cease
Life is on its knees
The horsemen ride strong
Grant us with the end

All senses buried
True ecstacy is found
See with the eyes of 3
We are not these bodies

Illumination
Transformation
Track Name: To Revel in the Devils Fever
Consumed in ardent euphoria,
Gloriously becoming the Other,
Surrounded in inhuman hysteria
As the limbs begin to twist and turn

Mare ridden and unhallowed winds
Circle me in rapturous delight
For holy is what the netherworld breeds,
Dark emanations to guide my path!

White eyes gleam!
Damnation's dance!
White eyes gleam!
Damnation's trance!

Omniscient Devil's fever
Daimon unchained, deathless to reign.
Seed of Death, internal black
Acasual remnant, gods lament.
Awakened now to venture
Into the blissfull night.
I walk further down this maze
For the inverted and morbid cross

Has led me to this path!

Dagger and blood, the untamed wends
Fire and smoke, snake now descends
Into the wilderness
Of unbound malefic grace.
A place that awaits those
Who revel sinfully

in the Devil's fever!

Oh merciless malevolence
That eats away the world

Like a disease that only knows destruction.
Destruction!

Lo and Behold! The grandiose
Coming of darkness!

Dagger and blood, the untamed wends
Fire and smoke, snake now descends.
For those born of fierce fire
Shall bring forth the end's pyre
And see the Lord rejoice
As he hears his horde's voice (cursing creation)
Track Name: Descent to Acheron (Absu)
Pour water on thyself
Thus shalt thou be
A creator of the sun
Charon will inhibit his entrance
The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins
Find thou thyself in every star
Achieve thou every possibility
Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought
The fable of river #5
Deliverme athwart the earth
Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers
Thee spiritual and thee fertile
A spawn of full equilibrium
But whose availeth is in this,
For hereby there comenth impair

Facillis descensus Acherni
Noctes atque dies patet
Atri ianua Charnus
Sed revocare gradun sperasque
Evadere ad aurus,
Hoc opus, hic labor est.

There was not a formal sepulcher
Not one sector for the interment
Throth with thee empire of hope
All effects are welcome to Styx