Friday, December 23, 2011
Ritual Dua - Amarah II
Monday, December 19, 2011
Ritual Satu - Amarah
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Opus Terakhir
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Opus Sembilan
"Kadangkala, aku memerlukan rehat yang panjang. Rehat dari memikirkan tentang perkara-perkara yang rumit. Tetapi, hidup aku sendiri sudah dikirakan agak rumit."
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Opus Lapan
Friday, November 25, 2011
Opus Tujuh
Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Opus Empat
"Jarak antara kita tidak pernah berubah. Tembok penghalang di antara kita hanyalah sebuah ilusi yang lansung tidak pernah berwujud jasad. Bila tiba masa, aku harap kita akan bersatu"
Friday, November 4, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
(...))) (Episod 25)
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
(...))) (Episod 24)
"Aku bukan dari kalangan jiwa-jiwa yang terluka tetapi aku di antara kalangan jiwa-jiwa yang telah mati"
Friday, September 23, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
(...))) (Episod 22)
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
(...))) (Episod 20)
"Kesunyian itu bukan lah musuh ku yang abadi. Kesunyian adalah teman ku yang sentiasa setia bersama ku sehingga saat-saat terakhir ku. Kesunyian itu ibarat darah yang mengalir di setiap pembuluh darah ku. Masa kan aku harus berpisah dengan nya."
Thursday, August 25, 2011
(...))) (Episod 19)
"Khas untuk pemuja malam-malam yang tenang; semoga kalian sentiasa berasa damai."
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
(...))) (Episod 18)
(...))) (Episod 17)
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Akhirnya...
"Akhirnya penangan terakhir dari mereka sudah muncul. Aku masih sabar, sabar menantikan waktu yang tepat untuk memilikinya"
Friday, August 5, 2011
Crush All The Lies
Opus I
Przyzywam was na sabat wiedzm i demonow
Na orgie, na swieto ognia i sexu
Przyzywam was z czelusci piekielnych
Diably, strzygi i upiory, oto nasz dzien
Ogien plonie, sperma tryska, czarny sabat zaczac czas
Pijcie wino, bawcie sie, to nie dziewic czas
Diably tanczcie, strzygi wyjcie, chrystus umarl raz na zawsze
Kozly czarne, czlonki twarde, bog nie znaczy tutaj nic
Raz na zawsze
Raz na zawsze Szatan bedzie rzadzil swiatem
Ogien plonie, sperma tryska, Szatan jest wsrod nas
Wiatr rozwiewa dym znad ognisk, orgia bedzie wiecznie trwac
Diably tanczcie, strzygi wyjcie, to jest nasza noc
Jahve zdechl, jezus zdechl, Szatan rzadzi swiatem
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Life....
Khanate - No Joy
...and there it went
please please no face no breathe no breathe
please don't breathe no no joy no joy no joy no joy please
eat that smile right off a face your face
no joy
only only eat stuff that grin down down your neck
no more eat no more breathe
breathe don't breathe please don't breathe
no joy precious joy no joy
eat that smile right off a face your face
no joy only only eat stuff that grin down down your neck
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Perjalanan Merentas Batas Masa
Neurosis - Aeon
Illumination bleeds fire
Karmic well of deceit
Blood will nourish
Your sense breeds disgust
Sickened flow
Cauterize my waste
Devoid spirit gone
Our universe will breed
Aeon - ravens descend
Freeze - your destiny
Breathes discord
Fall, obsidian tides
Will be nature's bane
(...))) (Episod 07)
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
In Our Misanthropic Times
Loss - Cut Up, Depressed And Alone
Carving... my skin
Reveals... the face... of... tragedy
Better... to feel
The pain... fully
Than to drift
In the emptiness
Between nothing
And sadness
Cut up
Depressed
Alone
Wounds as deep (as any) burial
(And) sorrow deeper than any wound
I gave (myself)
Thicker than any scar
I left
For me
There is no hope
Left alone in here
For there is no escape
A life painted with blood (and loss)
The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge
And these wounds of mine will never fucking heal
All that's left is loneliness, there's nothing left to feel
(...))) (Episod 06)
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The visitations of The Great Old Ones
"In metallic stars the Old Ones visit this earth from time to time. And the Lore of the Elder Gods prevails not against this coming; for They walk not the earth in Their forbidden forms.
They visit the skies of the desert lands, high places and desolate regions of the earth and strike fear into the heart of the lonely traveller and all who see Their signs. Yet, no man shall divine Their dark purpose or behold Their countenances, for They travel with great swiftness upon the back of the very wind and tear the fabric of Time's web in Their fury."
"The Beast of Night shall foretell their coming."
STANZA III
The dream quest of unknown kadath
Misguided mortal you must
Seek your way through these mazes
Where all got lost.
Find release in yourself.
Won't you play to our rules
We shall prove you: dreams don't come true.
Flying in the early dawn
Pulled by powers so abhorrent.
No resistance ! You are drawn
by a mighty raging torrent.
Flying over barren landsode,
Cannot steer your winged horse,
Your intentions fade and slide
Into void against this force.
Flying to the Onyx castle
Where Gods are to be said.
into upper halls they hastle
You. - You, who lost all aid.
You must now alone stand trial:
Was in worth that you once did ?
wait until the facing dial
Tells verdicts beyond men's wit.
Ancient immortals, unworthy Gods.
A home forgotten beyond the stars.
Antara mimpi, mitos dan kebenaran
"I have seen much unmeant for mortal eyes in my wanderings beneath that dark and forgotten city. It is not the splendours of Irem that haunt my dreams with this madness, but another place, a place shrouded in utter silence; long unknown to man and shunned even by ghoul and nightgaunt. A stillness likened to millions of vanished years pressed with great heaviness upon my soul as I trod those labyrinths in terror, ever fearing that my footfalls might awaken the dread architects of this nameless region where the hand of time is bound and the wind does not whisper.
Great was my fear of this place, but greater was the strange sleep-like fascination that gripped my mind and guided my feet ever downwards through realms unknown. My lamp cast it's radiance upon basalt walls, revealing mighty pillars hewn surely by no human hand, where curiously stained obelisks engraved with frightful images and cryptic characters reared above me into the darkness. A passage sloped before me, I descended. For what seemed to be an eternity I descended rapt in contemplation of the grim icons that stretched endlessly on either hand, depicting the strange deeds of Those Great Ones born not of mortal womb. They had dwelt here and passed on, yet the walls of the edifice bore Their mark: vast likenesses of those terrible beings of yore carved beneath a firmament of unguessed asterisms.
Endlessly the way led downwards, ever downwards. The passage of time had fled from my mind, Hypnos and eternity held my soul.
How long, how far had I journeyed? I knew not. Then like one awaking from the dreams of Narcaeus my eyes beheld a door which barred my path. Their Sign was upon it, The Sign which I have seen within the tomb-caverns of Leng, amidst the pillars of Irem , and borne before the idols of cryptic Isnavor. I trembled as I beheld the dark inscriptions which covered the jaded stone writhe like a thousand hideous serpents, sometimes their reptilian forms darting toward each other as if in conflict, sometimes joining to form creatures of nauseous bulk once more to divide into a twisting host of black serpentine characters.
Before my eyes the door was rolled up as if it were a scroll and I gazed upon the void beyond, where amongst strange stars great darkling forms moved. Like the moaning of a great wind terrible voices assailed my ears with a cry of a thousand souls in torment. The forbidden names of Yog-Sothoth, Cthulhu, Nyarlathhotep and a hundred more seared my brain like venomous vitriol. Their minds entered my being and I learned of blasphemous things undreamt by mortal man and of a realm beyond our time and creation where the blind demon sultan Azathoth dwells within the pit of Chaos throughout the countless aeons of infinity.
Then with thunderous roar the stars whirled before me in a great coiling vortex and I was drawn into that nameless abyss like a leaf before the tempest . My screams of terror yielded to merciful oblivion and darkness engulfed me.
I awoke amidst the silent sands of the red desert to behold the great orb of the sun proclaiming the dawn. I arose, and turning to the North set my feet towards Damascus where I, Their scribe, must write my book. For beyond the Pillars of Hercules, dreaming crystals call."
(...))) (Episod 03)
Sunday, May 8, 2011
(...)))
Asunder - Twilight Amarathine
Nimbus precession
A looming tether
Rolling shadows
Billowing splendor
Empyrean expanse
Of arcane specter
Emblazoned horizon
The great central fire
Sunsets ardent skies
Of dying ember
Eidolon aglow
Heavenly resonant
Deathless, ethereal
Resounding descent
Solar passage
Far and wide
Reaching out
Fills the sky
Emblazoned horizon
Sunsets ardent skies
O majesty in motion
Sinking spectral sky
This burial dirge
Twilight amaranthine
Of aeons illuminant
Wreathed in mortal sorrow
Shadows fall to dusk
Lingering sunbeams
Splinter through trees
Shadows fall
O majesty in motion
Kneel before the crimson king
Host across the esquiline