CHARNEL WINDS LYRICS

1. Devouring the Cursed Fruits of Tartaros

The spark of the source flees
From an already empty composite
So broken, so tired

Well did it pay
To make service for those fleeting demons
Being, once be whole
Purposefully stained with muddy waters

So this was the price and gift
Of my unconditional homage
For the mask so beautiful and horrid

Well did it pay
To forcefully grasp all the latent powers of matter
The mirror of mind once so timid and sharp
Shattered to million fucking fragments

So this was the secret
Of my separation and fall
From the ranks of men so noble and good

Remains left into the shady banks of unholy death
By leaving this precious body behind
I become an abomination for the race

To devour the cursed fruits of misguided deeds
So monstrous, so shallow
And in this painful, unearthly ecstasy
Devour them I shall - to a final bitter piece!

2. Avitchi Blues

Vomit bursts to my mouth
As rest of my hair falls off
Together with most of my skin
For a second it tastes of life

What a fucking reek
From an omnipresent carrion
There will be no scavengers
Not this time

My head's about to crack
The thundering silence so loud
Could it shut up for a while
I might have something to say

If I am to cry, I could as well sing
For the point of music is not
To make yourself feel better
But to make others feel worse

I get up and in awe I stand
Where the bloodline of Nephilim ends
And with me I shall take as many as I can
To where the world - this world - doesn't end

And you who stay above
Look down upon me
And cry in your dissolution
Were your heavens not what you had anticipated?
Something inside me laughs and I smile

3. Atmâsphere

Akasa flees its abodes
The supposedly hollow cavities
Latent fire once sealed within
Human brain and bone

The atmosphere flickers
Into a strangest colour
If only someone could recall
That shade of eerie blue

Blade of a spear reflects
That deep-dark indigo shine
Before it strikes down
Tearing air as it comes

Carving a third eye
Into every forehead
Something stares through
The myriad of putrid eyes

Some morbid wind animates
Countless dead lips and tongues
To muttering their own eulogy
Under the inert firmament

4. Rebellion

Shut your dead mouths
Turn your eyes away
I cannot return the stare
But I can still say no

Remember, I did say no
When I refused to create
What makes you even think
I want to have a role in this

It is exactly the same force
That enlivens and destroys
Exactly same amount of violence
Used in controlling the currents

One after the other
You have brought them down
The ones that came to know you
Your sense of irony is impeccable

The were not unlike me
The fire we share between us
But mine is not to be used
In all this earthly folly

You made your point
Killed your "only" son
Let me return the favor
You can have mine

At least he gets back what he sent
See it return and turn to gold
Regardless of what I do or did
Atlas lumbers and falls to the void

5. The Abyss Gazes Also

As the fire-born bowed down his head
And let his flames purge the wold
The son came to realize
True cost of his fathers love

But we made it, didn't we?
Through fervent song and constant yoga
Nirvana lies beyond the last veil
The effort was well worth the while

A kumara still caught in entanglement
There was no benefit to gain
Your journey is a blink of an eye
To some of those loftier beings

But I figured out the means to an end
Found the bed-rock under my feet
Are you saying all that pain and ecstasy
Amount to nothing?

Look inside the box
Carefully fold the sides open
And see for yourself
If the world you sought is alive or dead

But I found true consciousness
(Just the sum of your dillusions)

I found enlightenment
(Just the gleam of your false pride)

I found the source of intelligence
(Just the bottomless well of your ignorance)

I found god
(Just a world born dead)

The world you strived to save
Is a necropolis inside a cubicle
While you reached for samadhi
Your soul approached rigor mortis

6. Beyond Null Reality

Who are you? A voice without a body,
A mind without a reason

Who is the questioner?
I name myself after those I kill,
For I am the god of hosts, paramashiva,
Paramatma, parapara, the bastard son of nothing

I hear the tumult and chaos raging
Above the nothing which was life
Inside this cocoon of worlds the stars are waging
War against being
No events: horizon collapses to the final roller-coaster ride
Beyond null reality

All is gone now, my beautiful Self;
And within this bubble of non-being
Soon to burst without a hold but
The enlightened panorama of my mind
I face him who is the prince beyond countenances

The void at the rainbow surface of the final thought form's mother-of-pearl
No tears nor cracks, nor a puzzle anymore to face as flesh
I am ready for the ultima thule of spirit's un-avitchi, no doubt

This seeming end is a final koan for you, Ouroboros:
Answer me and let everything drop into perdition
Or remain silent and be killed nevertheless in shame

Immortal lady escapes - red ceases to be
The black sun the last rays it sends - infinity ends

7. The Heralding

What cruel hand! What unkind claws
Dragged and pulled me here from there
Then poured liquid lethe down my throat
And wrenched away my lawful lot

...from where? ....from what foreign land?

Memories scurry off like startled vermin
Mere spectral nostalgies remain
The image long gone, an imprint of ineffable voidness
Lingers on, burning my eyes

...what glory? ...what nightmare vistas?

What strange force, what nocturnal witchery
Made me dream this way and then forget
What somnivorous ghoul possessed me to sleepwalk
Out of life in search for some starry god-flesh

...what taste on my tongue?

The violator never was but a phantasm of hidden fears and desires
Yet the victim's psyche lies in ruins and flooded with catatonic shame
The beloved object of devotion never was but a crude man-made scarecrow
Yet the sadhu's all-consuming bhakti does not waver
The blade that cut the wound never was forged
Yet the arms still aches and throbs

O man! Do not speak to me of ghosts and devils!
Was it not agreed that the host of angels
Dancing of a pin's head would be banished
Deep into the jungles of Mei Nong
The thousand and one venerable teachings denounced
As so many old wive's tales and cowardice
The myriad mock heavens and cardboard hells
Bombed and burned to the ground
And every self-proclaimed guru shot on sight

Truly, I am one of the living devils
Ravenous, thirsty, loins bursting with old virtue
We dress as men and step forth into the world







CHARNEL WINDS LYRICS