Wednesday, April 27, 2005

The Coming Of War
Evil
Summoned to war
Eternal conquest for power
Gathering armies of death
To fight and kill at will
Sinister weapons of war
Piercing metal and man
Warriors
Mounted on steeds
Ride out into the mist

Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
Blood stains upon his chest

Endless
Eternal Pain
Thousands die for a king
Wretched
Weary souls
Raging battle never ends
Hatred
Inflicting death
Destroying the weak at heart
Eternity
Becomes less
War has drawn to an end

Overthrown
The emperor falls in defeat
Great halls
Crack and decay with neglect
Dethroned
He cries out in vengeance
Impaler
Mark is words of death

Shadows
Crusades of the past
Triumph through the fog
Sunsets drip into dusk
Flows like blood on my blade
Massacre the reckless breed
Dismiss all empty thrones
Riding, beyond the clouds, damnation ends in despair

Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
Blood stains upon his chest

Apzu
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

A Quest Into The 77th Novel
Long ago
-in the shade of timberlands
Horses and wolves united
-with our invoking orbit
In order to blister
-the green summer plains
We heard commands
-from our benighted master:

"Reap from the illumated sky
...and become visible to thy eye!"
"I beseech thee; I entreat me"
"O circle of storms, my shield is cracked!"

We stand here to cultivate
And summon smoke from the meadow
A sweep of an athame
(The widdershin), willunlock the deep portals

Long ago
-in the shade of timberlands
Horses and wolves united
-with our invoking orbit
In order to blister
-the green summer plains
We heard commands
-from our benighted master:

"Ye overseer of the watchtowers below all clouds; we thank
you for framing the Rite of Hagiel. Bygone and beyond, we
must always and without ease, be explused.

The season or solstice is complete when the shepherd of
Wolves lie upon vanishing hill's way. We shall lure thy
lost flock from shadows onto day.

Aloneness is our space of winged sleep and sight; therefore,
watchtowers burn before the lift of the twilight"

Apzu
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Monday, April 25, 2005

Cyntefyn's Fountain
The dragon's guide is chance
When the waters are disturbed
In the name of the great Pythoness
Cyntefyn burns with the ground
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Sunday, April 24, 2005

Apzu
Sea of Uruk
I taste the salt of you
I hunt through sands of Roba El Khaliyeh

Dumuzi Apzu
Your allure is so very pure
Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa
You shall drown the fearless ones

The sword of Lapis Lazuli Diadem
Your fullness and strength is my delight

Edin Na Zu, Edin Na Zu

The stars have spoken to me
They've told me the tale of your past
Battles were clashed by you
Long before the cosmos existed
O' mountains of Mashu
Please help me to find the grey stone
I lost it, yet it's symbol unequals your race

I am in search of the Northern Nineveh; it's beyond the hills of Zagros

I thrust my sword onto the veil, and then, in the Earth
Reversed lightning strikes Sumerian sands
They glance at me with eyes of Sunkun Varloorni
Their eyes flare red with glowing embers
Follow the path of gold and ye shall find the symbols: Arra, Agga, and Bandar
In my sleeping village of Bet Durrabia, Shabatu forces the nineteenth hour

Ye go to thy Apzu; the unsightly abyss of Enidu
Ye go to thy Apzu; the impious axis of Enidu

I have traveled beneath the seas in search of our master's palace
I have finally found the grey stone of the immemorial ones

I have raised my armies in the lands of the eastern, summoning hordes
I have seen Ngga, God of Heathens, as my sword Diadem gleams

The cosmos shall be greeted from the blood of the serpent
A serpent well known as Tehom Mummu Tiamat
Man shall be greeted from the blood of Kingu
Thy queen of mashu will haunt the vision of your breed

O' my queen, I feel your skin of white, I touch your breasts of life, yet
there's a battle I must fight

Zagros, Avagon, Ngga, Shabatu

Thy skin of white misses you
Please don't leave me ever, nevermore
Unless you go, please take me with you
We'll ride onto wings of Anzu

I heard the bellow of wolves behind the half-burnt waves
The tides of uruk swept your tongue across the salty floor

We have found the Apzu; our birthplace toward Avagon
We have found the Apzu; our meridian toward the dark

Munus Sigsigga
Ag Bara ye
Innin Aggish Xashxur
Gishnu urma

Apzu

Apzu
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Saturday, April 23, 2005

HALO / An Evolution of Horns
Oh my good gravy, I just played Halo 2 for 11 hours straight. I feel like crap because I have only had about 4 and a half hours of sleep. I'm taking a nap...

Goat of the welkin, A goat that dwells,
Horned conqueror of the night--
Lend your skill unto the spell,
And force our will by magick rite.
By all the endowment of land and sea
By all the might of moon and sun--
As we do will, so mote it be;
Chant the spell, and be it done.

Eko, Eko, Azarak,
Eko, Eko, Zamilak,

Eko, Eko, Cernunnos,
Eko, Eko, Aradia.

Apzu
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Friday, April 22, 2005

Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore Act II)
I stood before my reflection
With a beloved adherent
Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose
To drink my tepid blood from the chalice
Impart thou in the text of Scourge
And cleft through the veil of the virgin
Purity is to live
To the highest; and the highest is unjust

[chorus:]
Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight
In the gate of the mind appears
And arise with turbulence called I

[repeat chorus:]
The artfullness of the blind Shabbathai
For thee have I worshipped the Stars
I cried, while you perpetually died
...On top of Black Montanus of thy Septentrio
Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton
With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace
With joyful, elated Endeavour
O lilywhite goat
Frail as a thicket of thorns
With a collar of gold for thy throat
A crimson bow for thy horns
O lilywhite goat
You made my Paganal dreams erroneous

Apzu
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Infinite And Profane Thrones
As we journey over to the summit
We hear the echoes of dispossession
Who is to worry about our affliction
When my body departs from the shame
The wickedness my sinfullness
You may swell to the elysian fields
But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool!
Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul
The weeping apparition looks for duration
Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways
Euphony sounds the sanctum bell
I will structure the ordained spell
Guide the mistress versus the throne
Here's the first seed of the inquisition
Black lake current sailed past the rushes
Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow
I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white
'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.'
The wanderers of the eroded
The gates of Ganzir!
The Magnum Opus
The Xenolith!
Monuments of a vanquished civilization
A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations
Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld
Archetypal images awaits the declivity
Infinite and profane thrones
Absymal sighs of the damned
Feel the intention by depressing your own god.

Apzu
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Monday, April 18, 2005

The Thrice Is Greatest To Ninnigal
The detestable xul
Is chained to Ninnigal
Acknowledge the prayers
Subsequent to earth
The seventh gate of Nana-
'Outcry thy sin!',
While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide.
Nana: God of the Moon: I convoke to thee.
Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures
An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again.
Ostentation of your heart is
A heart filled with lunar parallaxes
If you look,
The elders anticipate the arrival
...Of the black and amoral innocents
If you look,
The Celestial Pantheon will burn
...Burns the prediction of persecution

Apzu
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Sunday, April 17, 2005

An Equinox Of Fathomless Disheartenment
Ecliptic sects are obtained by fluxions
Phenomenon of the Holy Qabalah will
Intervene with the serpent of Daath
The inmost godhead of Phallus
Deems the temperament of Kan and Yi King
Ancient attitudes of equipoise
Drastic seasons of ceremonial permutations
There is not a creation in the firmament
The direction to conduct an angels choir
I'm still pleeding to the heinous-eyed cherubim
To see this bemired vesture of waste
Equinox!
You are the force of Lotus
And the Path of live
The venus in my cancer
And consolidation of the dyad
You are the strict joy of ectasy
And the power of yellowish light
Luster the garden of Kundry and cover Laetitia

Apzu
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Saturday, April 16, 2005

Descent to Acheron (Evolving Into The Progression of Woe)
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
Deliver me 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 cometh impair

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

[repeat 1st verse]

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

Apzu
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