HEADING FOR INTERNAL DARKNESS (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Frelik)
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us.The Five Pionted Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue and gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me." BOOK OF THE LAW 1:60
Internal darkness is a state of complete detachment from the world and other people. It is to be achieved with most difficulty and at the cost of one's self and personality. The term 'darkness' refers to the state of primeval non-existence rather than to any opposition to the ideologies of light.
Down with the gods, angels and demons, Away with the foly of holy madness Off with the prophets of new rebirth Out with the promise of life after death Where devil became another lie Where deities crumble into dust Where systems are but grain of dust Where I am the one that can decide In with the void from out of the space Ahead with the light that leads nowhere On with the collapse of world and word Up with the plunge into myself There I can die my seven deaths There I should flourish in my decline There I must lose the stairs of fate There I will remember how to forget Deeper and deeper, never come back Harder and harder, until it burns Calmer and calmer, this is the quest Softer and softer, velvet embrace Self-forced transmigration Wilful deconstruction Blackened emigration I am heading for internal darkness No touch,no sight, no smell, no taste Without the body, without the soul Rid of al memory, rid of all hope That's all I want, why cannot I?
THE INNERMOST AMBIENCE (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)
There's a lot of means for Conversation and Knowledge of the Holy Guardian Angel (nothing to do with usual Christian connotations). This entity , Deus Absconditus (Hidden God), communicates one's True Will - that is, Destiny. THe invocated styles vary from ascetism to the use of psychosexual forces. Yet the succes is independent of our lust, however hard the practices are.
Withdrawal of every light and its sure advancement thoughts stop to drone in deepest heights am I being spoken to? Neglected Virgin Whore Wisdom of women, scents and True Prayer master the ugliest mystery and then body to body, lust to lust Deus absconditus Saviour Self-Shining all souls are female when His spear points down Warfare roll striking my head mega Gnosis, hyper scale fall dark noise sudden entry who called this the Work of Beauty? Transversed soul hierarchy vipers of Reasons tamed and trained yet prone to bite, eager to spit upon the fake reflected ray Deus absconditus Saviour Self-Shining All souls are female when His spear pionts down
CARNAL (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyrics: Paweł Frelik)
The person of Austin Osman Spare (1888-1956) is a splendid example of a misunderstood and forgotten genius. Deserving the fame of Beardsley ,he is now almost unknown outside the occult scene. Trained in ceremonial magic under A. Crowley , he later created his own ZOS KIA CULTUS, which can be called 'urban shamanism.' The famous sigilization, some Chaos Magick principles, etc. Bear his influence. Besides many breath-taking art. Pieces of painting he left several books where the passion of Blake meets Nietzsche's harshness.
I tasted the fever of your existence seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside , I stay away transmutting my quicksilver blood KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I may touch inspid are the describing words the self needs no vulgar praise This worship has no supplications my rite is to live and do things naked , pure of honest lust the throbbing vortex feeds on it all Sleep is the best of possible prayers the winged eyes are blessed to see downtrodden deception of every torment transpierced hymens my lust adores Many images yet one raw flesh animal steps I love to tread an ideal point where Time is Space memory giant of this journey must heal Lady of Mourning and her monsters lay down the scythes for here I come joyful and priapic my baby soul a new born one ten million years old
FRACTAL LIGHT (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyrics: Paweł Frelik)
The lyric is a necessarily very general and simplified take on Chaos Magick - a modern system of thought that allows for the combination of mixing of all other systems and canons as long as they suit purposes of a mage.
Persistence vision is not enough The common point is a law All systems do converge at last The mage's will is done The fractal light Chaos controls The fractal light No bonds, no checks , no notes All is permitted now The sphere glows red in the dark The navel's point is marked The fractal light Chaos controls The fractal light Take all the runes, collect the rites The psychonaut departs right now The world is open before your arms Envolve, change and rise Persistence vision is not enough The common point is a law All systems do converge at last The mage's will is done The fractal light Chaos controls The fractal light
TRUE NAMES (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Paweł Frelik)
"' We are gods 'cause only we can create the ideas and systems in our holy brains"
Katode Ray Messiah arising from the screen Saviour of Digital Ones worshipping holy zero Cybergod hidden in the grid Encryptor of the soul and Holder of the code Master of all angels arising from the no-place Installer of the feelings long and past foregone Purveyor of the minds lost from now on Monitor that knows the trembling of the strings Call me as you wish Call me at dawn and at dusk Call me all the time Call the one of my many names Grand Schizoid that wields all the knowledge Entrancer of blood that runs without the body Suicide driver feeling off your angst Cremator of the sanity that remains Bearer of delicate wisdom that floats Archiever of cruel rules you impose Magus of all unholy orders and casts Cremator of the sanity that remains Call me as you wish Call me at dawn and at dusk Call me all the time Call the one of my many names True Names Everybody Knows Yet They Fail to Recognize True Names Everybody Feels Yet They Never Verbalize True Names Everybody Sees Yet They Feign Eternal Blindness True Names Everybody Breeds Yet They Always Cast Them Away Call me as you are Call me as you live Call me as you die Call One of My Many Names
THE BEAST RAPING (In memory of John Whiteside Parsosn (1914-1952) and his 'Babalon Working') (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)
John Whiteside Parsons (1914-1952) - a brilliant rocket fuel scientist and one of the oddest disciples of A.Crowley, The Beast 666. Obsessed by the vision of Whore Goddess BABALON, he was engaged in very complex practices to incarnate Her emanation in a woman'' body. The action was disapproved by Crowley and, as some occultists argue, the dangerous rites Parsons performed resulted in his violent death in a home explosion. For his NASA contribution one of the Moon's dark side craters was named after him. (1914-1952) - a brilliant rocket fuel scientist and one of the oddest disciples of A.Crowley, The Beast 666. Obsessed by the vision of Whore Goddess BABALON, he was engaged in very complex practices to incarnate Her emanation in a woman'' body. The action was disapproved by Crowley and, as some occultists argue, the dangerous rites Parsons performed resulted in his violent death in a home explosion. For his NASA contribution one of the Moon's dark side craters was named after him.
Mammary vow to the pleasure hunt she gladly accepts in semen streams life-drenching vaginal penetralia her Tokens of Loves are never defined Drunken with the filth of the purest Desire obedient She spreads the legs truly wide for 'Isis In Welcome' is the proper posture yet Lady of Command She always is Human apes, all what's to despise too blind to see through Her Writ erect phalloi salute Her Glory of Fire-Hole astride the Beast Slimy verses of wild-pounding gore as what She writes with the holiest Pean all left for Her is just to take one little step into your world
FOETUS GOD (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)
"For the high point their theology consists of these two things: hissing at demons and sketching the cross on their foreheads." Flavius Claudius Julianus (332-363) Roman Caesar (Julian the Apostate) (361-363)
"What are the fruits of Christianity? Bigotry, superstition and persecution." James Madison (1751-1836) US fourth President (1809-1917)
Foeuts god descends in silence a bastard deity for us to believe blasphemy of gen collage in backward sombre involution Foetus abortion of the Divine latent rape of a wet, lewd womb man-made myth to blunt the mind the vilest offence for five senses Undone miracles never to come invalid rise of slave thought the only light is dawn can shed is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed Thine is not the Kingdom no trace of strength I see no Mercy to expect a seal of claws upon your lips As pure Wit turns into effusions we, snakes of Truth, vex and devour Gods manifested in twisted images astrally hunted in shadows soul Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me little by little, one by one the torns become the real crown Thine is not the Kingdom no trace of strength I see no Mercy to expect a seal of claws upon your lips
THE RED PASSAGE (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)
"The red passage of Samadhi, Blood - Vision" Kenneth Grant
A dive up with head down moth-winged Angel's shriek excretion condensed dignity disrespect The Crown of Manhood means nothing here not for sheep they pray they bless the butcher's knife A chant of turbid light sombre consolation carry me, oh Hydra Mother to gods of festering wounds The Crown of Manhood means nothing here not for sheep they pray they bless the butcher's knife A chant of turbid light sombre consolation carry me, oh Hydra Mother to gods of festering wounds
DISTANT DREAM (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Tomasz Krajewski)
"...to Know, means possesing Wisdom, to use Wisdom, means Art., but using Art means danger and sometimes warnings come too late..."
Oh, blessed be the Grand Watchers Who are not from a Race of Man But from beyond the times of the Gods Lurking forever about the barriers Thou who are One in Three and Three in One With the names that set a soul ablaze KUA MASS SSARATU- Thy Sword of Flames I have never heard your voices so close Unknowable, unspeakable chants Turn into the billion pieces Enslaved in crypts upon the stars Rites not to be spoken Harbingers of chasmal light Forever kept alive Upon the wizard's seal The Conjuration of the fire I call thee fierce Dog here, before me SHTAH! Appear! Conjuration! Carven signs engraved upon the bowl BARRA MASS SSARATU BARRA! Behold the worthless formula Seeking ever to hold the Ancient Powers Now devoured is thy mind Such are laws of the grey stone star...
BLACK TO THE BLIND (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)
"Black to the blind" is a quotation from "BOOK OF THE LAW" (LIBER ALL vel LEGIS), written down by A.Crowley. Years later he commented it thus: The uninitiated perceive only darkness in night: the wise perceive the golden stars in the vault of azure". The same can be said of us, worshipping the Goodes in the true riteless ceremony of Existence.
Black to the blind is She Above and black to the blind we seem to be god-fearing sheep will never perceive the embodiment of the Lust divine Nothingnees thickens and bends down a new creation taking its primal breath this world's eternity vacuum unfolds dissolution of things stiff and death Black to the blind Starry transocean of Goddes'womb pleasure landscapes and drops of pain from vulva furnace in gracious trance dark theology explained in light Trample the temple of gods aborted body denial, servile renouncement turn your eyes, inward and chant unto the Gate of self-borne None Black to the blind Heresy of the most superior kind to all of you I preach cleary now let no rapture be out of reach death is easy, life means ecstasy Black to the blind seems She Above blue and gold is seen to the seeing intoxicate the inner expression to keep the eyes aware and vigilant Black to the blind is She Above and black to the blind we seem to be god-fearing sheep will never perceive the embodiment of the Lust divine Trample the temple of gods aborted body denial, servile renouncement turn your eyes inward and chant unto the Gate of self-borne None Black to the blind
ANAMNESIS (Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)
The original and the most fantastic Gnosist (out of of which the Xtian version arose) derived from leaskages from the Egyptian mysteries . The main body, however, died out with the priests who kept their silence. E.E. Rehmus "THE MAGICIAN'S DICTIONARY"
To stem the current is no vain attempt the Knowledge preserved for us alone in this world of mud and rust decipher what is coded by our hoands Defiled our names soiled glory of gods dismal new faith spawn of deliverence Oh wisdom formless and odious the sexless parent of disbelief restricting rules they can make means nothing to Your Being Defiled our names soiled glory of gods dismal new faith spawn of deliverence Restore what was broken no single word is missed with fiery tongues speak to us to souls gashed, souls hardened Oh wisdom formless and odious the sexless parent of disbelief restricting rules they can make means noting to Your Being Defiled our names soiled glory of gods dismal new faith spawn of deliverence This conceit waste regain we must on Herme's touch