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The Sour Waters of Life
10:02
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THE SOUR WATERS OF LIFE
Underneath the mountain of snakes
Breathless and eyeless I’m praying for pain
To cripple the soil sans touch
Praising the sin in the siege of blood
Headless and spineless for the soul to take
As the last of drops from the sour waters of life
The water of sacral
The genesis of pain
The semen of dark sibling
The one with the scars on tongue
The one with the scars in eyes
I’m crawling down the mountain of serpents
With venom in heart and venom in blood
To cripple the soil sans touch
The brimstone like vision shatters the light
Illumine the sparks of sovereign madness
Taking the last breath from the sour waters of life
The oil of sacral
The reverence of pain
The semen of dark blood
The one with the scars on tongue
The one with the scars in eyes
The grotesque like silence as a nimbus to my final shape of degradation, clash of the ethereal wombs
And thy sting of the venom bears the abundance of worms’ life
I embrace the madness with the one who teaches me fire
To burn the flames of existence and to lay my heart on pyre
Mesmerized by visions of life that keeps the pain infra to the essence of Samael
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2. |
Salt for the Healer
08:26
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SALT FOR THE HEALER
As far as the light can reach
There is no spell to evoke my speech
There is no water to wash away the sin
There is no salt to heal my kin
As far as the dark can spread
There is no rite to evoke the dead
There is no oil to feed the fire
There is no wood to set the pyre
As long as the time can pass
I shall dwell in the darkness
I shall soak the unhallowed ground
I shall bury in the sulphur mound
Was not the crypt prepared for thee?
Was not the blood spilled for me?
Those who brought the silence… a damnable source of tranquility
Without a single spark I have seen the light
Without a single voice I have heard the storm
Those who brought the sadness… a damnable source of madness
I have poured the salt of time onto the wounds that cannot heal
Bestowing the gospel of the bone for the darkness to deal
Cremation of the sun - the annihilation
Ceasing of time - the procreation
Had I not a right to heal till eternity amongst the vacant corridors of the dead?
Salt for the healer, a gospel for the bone dealer
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A VISAGE OF DARK REMEBRANCE
The bones stand still against the storm
Scratching the marrow from the shadows above
Shivering signs embrace the flame and shatter the void from inside
A dream that never ends or begins
A dream within a dream… coldness of the heart
Mouthless and eyeless, whispering of blood
A prayer without a will, without the knowledge of distance between the worlds of blind
Remarkable evil
By foot you step aside
By soul you gaze onward the freezing sun
Incapable to recognize the light from darkness
Immune to embrace its own shadow and absorb the void
I command to fall
I command to crawl
I fly over the oceans of fire and dust to face my remembrance
I destroy
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4. |
Axiom of the Plague
08:31
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AXIOM OF THE PLAGUE
Into the rabid grasp of the plague
I liberate the bursting seeds in lust and pain
Yet emanate a breed of eyeless visions to mourn the tears of rust and death
Where the cold deaden essence illuminates the strength of the infidel’s heart
I became the exhale of vigorous poisonous fumes
Touched by the bliss of the pestilence winds
To eternity engraved in ashes and mud
Chosen to embrace the child with thorns of the divine oblivion
Thy messenger of the ruthless spirits
He holds the verdict, holds the sin
He bears the flames to the fiery brim
The light of the worms, the light for the dead
Come, inhale the plague
So nefarious and vague
Blessed be the veil of the flame which stirs my abhorrent flesh
Blessed be the eyes of the serpent which scorn and slain
Blessed be the tongue of venom which embalms my heinous being
Blessed be the mouth of the void, the dark eminence of the plague
Come, inhale the plague
So nefarious and vague
Thy messenger of the ruthless spirits
He nailed the verdict, he brought the sin
He illuminated the flames to the fiery brim
Into the rabid grasp of the plague
I liberate my soul, my blood, my sin and my flesh
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5. |
The Apostate of Light
09:22
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THE APOSTATE OF LIGHT
To shatter the light and devour them
Yet bury the sun to feed them
Acknowledge the worm life – embrace the madness within
The worms of the festering darkness
Spread like beams of the silver moon
They’ve spoken of the silent rituals and the last of souls who’s been given to the sin
To shatter the light and devour them
Yet bury the sun to feed them
Melting the salt of time and space
To conjoin the blood and the vapor
I’ve pledged my blood as the apostate of light
Sheer and naked before the bliss of silence
Above my sin I’ve freed the aura of salvation and the last of spirits who’s been chosen for the death
I am the apostate of light
I am the one who hunts the world
My temple of thoughts, so isolated place of power and might…, distant in the night
Silent chamber of agony and pain…, a sanctity in vain
I am the apostate of light
I am the one who hunts the world
I shred the skin so pale and gloom and sacrifice to moon of silver
All the blood I’ve shed, so venomous in red
Light the candle before the ritual is over and break the bones of time and space
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6. |
Storms of Havoc
08:14
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STORMS OF HAVOC
I osculate the flames of agony and slay the light in the grotesque embrace
I’ve set the obstacles of my thoughts beyond the corridors of wisdom so pure
I am the silencer of light
I absorb the void within me
I create the forms of perdition
I breed the apocalypse
I bear the essence of the archworm
I collect the mysteries
To drink the venom from the hives of Hades
To spit the nectar of grey despair
To elevate my passion as a genus of the abyss
To unleash the storms of havoc
In vain you have breathed the ash
In pain you will perish like silence
To roam beyond the vale of madness
To bear the sign of the void
Beyond my skin rests the wound so obsolete and gloom
A limbo of salvation - a sentinel of doom
Beyond my flesh dwells the mystery of sore
A character of solitude –a spark of the lore
And for the slain I'll set the madness
To sacrifice thee in the silent sadness
I have dwelt ever in halls of pale
Excavating the ashes from thoughts
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Oculus Belgrade, Serbia
Pan-international entity, with members spread between the USA and Europe, OCULUS was spawned from the mind of Nero and then perfected by the minds of both Kozeljnik and Bornyhake. Black Metal created to spew darkness from whatever chaos that lay within the depths of ourselves. Debut album "The Apostate of Light" out now on Blood Harvest Records. ... more
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