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Neophytes Of Qliphothic Genesis

by Putrid Temple

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jeg1789 The perfect amount of occultism and militance; All the Witches Dance meets Fallen Angel of Doom. There's no other album I've heard that bridges that gap quite as well as "Neophytes". Instant classic. Favorite track: Abrasax (The Great Archon).
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1.
Maggots in a maidens eyes Glittering spell of Ibis flight From chapel church to forgotten tomb Of Asmodee the goat in gloom There is none other god than he I accept all and none become The vessel for its flame my gift And all his malice I should confine Itself to this ritual of mine This alone when neophytes perceive not what they ought to see There is none other god than he Drain the black cup of bruised blood its bitter shall beget devotion And may Baccus sweep it’s frenzied flood into the Eluesian ocean
2.
Adorned beneath burning root crown and sceptor consecrated burial soot Collected under nails tapestry sky shines lunar rays until the altar glows display Feeding dieties intertwine becoming lucifer in my mind Eyes reflect across the distance frightened by their existence intoxicants take their hold Black as pitch smoke turns to gold vibrating energy ripples as sound From candescent figures victory howls
3.
Three dark veils before the exu Chaos, emptiness and darkness expelled by ain sof We must sacrifice for terror, it shall silence the wailing majority Make war for the sake of war, fillet upon it’s forge Shape violence anew, the grandest act of entropy Embodied by mankind’s fears reality is void separating material and form Our apocalyptic sorcery, my Ragnorok spell
4.
Thy presence thou cannot resist, at sight we must obey Inner fires it will transpose, immaculate in it’s prose H V L, Kiss of the scorpion tail H V L, greater solomon key Upon the lion and the adder, they shall tread at my feet Within chambers of magick, thy light shall defeat
5.
When the greater world waxes cold burneth the star In it shineth forth as light it casteth bridges over death Between man and its deity there shall stand nothing So as long as man can turn his eyes from its flaming spectacle Sermones ad mortuos, weakness and nothing Sermones ad mortuos, darkness and chilling Sardonic fulfilling our black sun Under the sign of the phallos old, no communion is suffering Submit to the communion in everything is dismemberment and dissolution Descendeth back to an earthly soul under its throng, descend!
6.
Here at the darkness and chilling moisture Where the hands of daemons trade human virtues Perverse deeds between the moss and the weeds Under ethereal roots of the qlipphoth Lesser beings manifest as antimatter Occupying emptiness in the inverted cosmos Awaiting physical manifestations congregate among the living as sins Effigy of ultimate death Pain, the only canvas Few have sat as it’s throne That glimmer decay as trophies My throne of satyrs Hath no sacrifice to yield, witness no ritual performed Ask no words to be spoken, expounding knowledge to no one For under the crust of the birth star in the hollow of its womb Shall plunge wicked chaos, spread to the corners of it’s plume
7.
All that entreats from the light shall begetteth a deed for the devil All that retreats from its holy realm giveth effective power to the devil To look upon it is blindness To know it is sickness To worship it is death To fear it is wisdom To resist it not is redemption Before its massive countenance man becometh like stone The operendum mundi from whom only the ineffective stand opposed Measureless is the movement of death Immeasurable distance stand as a soul in its zenith Because... to look upon it is... (cont.)
8.
Under copper skies mirror crimson seas gazing beyond unporportioned mystique These ayers of illusions broken askew scattering across it’s insatiable view Old growth on our ancestral stones and altars under fur covered groves Into ancient bedchamber where hellfire grows Like an act of calling with no voice to speak Deafening rapture verboten to heed Black, black spells Expell, final death knell Forgotten spell Of the black candle

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Definitive full length album released posthumous.
Self produced at the Fortress Of Starry Wisdom in the Winter of 2020
Artwork by Herzog, Soundclip in 'The Goat In Gloom' from the Russian film "Viy"
All words by Herzog.

For the Occultist of Obscure Illuminaries that populate the underground...

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released June 13, 2022

Herzog: Bass Vocals Guitar Ambient
Strafenkommando: Guitar
Na'Quael: Drums

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