| Behemoth – Ov Fire and the Void Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Direct quote from the album before the lyrics of Ov Fire and the Void: "The divine is God's concern; the human, man's. My concern is neither the divine nor the human, not the true, good, just, free, etc., but solely what is mine, and it is not a general one, but is -- unique, as I am unique. Nothing is more to me than myself! - Max Stirner" so basically now the song speaks for itself...like Nergal is repeating the word "I"... "I the Sun ov man I son ov perdition I pulse ov existence I divine Iconoclast" |
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| Behemoth – At the Left Hand ov God Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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"Oh Snake! Thou art God! Coiled underneath my throne With Thee I reunite With blood we make this coven Myself I redefine Look in and above: There is more than the flesh Look careful and Thou may see The unextinguished flame" this is more like Theistic Satanism...the snake being the Kundalini serpent that rests in the base of your spine, and the throne being your pelvis. saying that the serpent is god, means that opening all your chakras and the serpent would arise and you will achieve Godhead (having the powers of a god)... and then with blood we make this coven, is the Theistic ritual you do. and the rest is also part of the Theistic Satanism...too long to explain |
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| Behemoth – At the Left Hand ov God Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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| Dimmu Borgir – Vredesbyrd Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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The translations are more like: Burden of Wrath Rise up Let us fight The thought away from our backs And seed On a cursed land A lineage of pain Then to burden The of the merciful Who believe in The bread of the soulless For the faith you posses Is nothing but disgust and arrogance And your need for knowledge Is an abundance of mockery and desecration The pain in my heart is not thirst For a heavenly body Nor is the failing search for angelic power It is the fire and it burns It's just that you Are in its way Take part in the shadow of guilt Please your soul with the wonders of sin For where will you be When the lamp is extinguished But death comes not With our message Reverberations from the splendid inheritance Will redeem the eternal corruption Bring judgement over heads other than your own Where you hide your shame in songs of praise Then you shall taste the fruit Of your own passing away Like a flock of hellspawns And stewards of the son of despite We parry their guile with the magnificence of disgust By the evidence of our heavy burden Lies their mind drowning Left dessicated without power |
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