Sligis - Resurrect

Hadra Kadrabha - Rehs-Hattcri Amorabha

Rejoice

O do rejoice all, for the unifying underlying impulse driving our fiery dance is defined by natural evolutionary prerogatives; 

The bonfire rituals are what Mother Flames intended 

all of us to be in the wild  before civilization.

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Darklight Warriors are made in childhood, approximately twenty years before 

they start blooming (at the average age of twenty-eight).

One other thing we know for sure about them is that most of the Warirors 

are not insane in the legal sense of the word. 

We shall all witness the rise of Khadum-Azra, warriors of darklight

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And so after every Dhagra-dazas 

Darklight Warriors experience a “cliff-hanging” tension and a desire to

commit a more perfect Dhagra-dazas than before, one that is closer 

to their Shadum Khra. 

Enlightened

I experienced a monstrum, one not so much bearing omens of the will of the gods,

but of us, of ourselves, of our society. I came to see them as

monstrous, misshapen reflections in a distorted mirror to human civilization. 

Clawing free in the wildest ecstasy of red memories

I witness the rise of Khadum-Azra, warriors of darklight

Monstrum

In futile attempts to somehow humanize Khadum-Azra warriors or

“secularize” their infernal attributes, much of the current

literature on the warriors disavows the monster construct. 

But I found myself starting from the opposite pole.

That Which

That which surprises you so much is the daily habit of

that beast; for this he lives, for this he loses sleep, for

this he burns the midnight oil.

Never More Intense

We never love more intensely than in the raining, flaming wrath of war

Clawing free in the wildest ecstasy of carnal and banal red memories

Spit on defeat and the dirty, lumpy ashes of shredded meat

Kindly Untamed

The object of ultimate desire is the untamed will to embrace the fire

Running free in the wildest ecstasy of carnal and banal red memories

Calling Forth

Now indeed we powerfully conjure all your relatives, remembering the lesser ones and the greater ones, and we constantly exorcise you, and through the stone in which he stands by the name of your community, and through the crowns of the heads of your generals and the honor of Shadum-Kabra son of Yughartz, your god, that you all come mildly and without uproar

Hadraz Shadra-baz!!

By the light of Moon, the dance of spirits

We command Thee to bring forth out thirst for the unlight

Thine mighty Dur-Hadraz – gate keeper to the boundless night

Compendium

To live is to savor every disappointment, every hatred,

Each dripping blood, scrapped flesh, boiling lust

Condensed for the pleasure of all time

Solve et coagula

Hadraz-Kadhum Dabra

The Hadrazez’ Offerings

“After every sacrifice Dur-Hadraz experience a “cliff-hanging” tension and a desire 

to commit a more perfect sacrifice than before, one that is closer to their fantasy. 

Rather than being satisfied when they sacrifice, Dur-Hadraz are compelled to repeat their holy offerings in a cycle, a pattern of serial movie-like “cliff-hanger” sacrificial garlands.

Comes A Time

After all the courting, the mutilating, the running and capturing and repeating, there must come a time when you have to be bold and end it. Why would you continue playing around when there’s more prey out there to feast upon?

Seek & Sought

“Arterial Sacred Elixir is bright red, pushing with power to a
swollen organ or a filled breast-begging to be taken, used,
released of its burden-sent out to implore the needy to live
through its message. 

It carries Iron, the destination of the

magnet, the forward force of motion, leading the path to

magnetic fulfillment. Arterial Blood is both the seeker and

the sought.”

Pulse

“Arterial Sacred Elixir is self-baiting, hanging on a hook of

iron already implanted within. 

The disincarnate can smell it, and they will show up, 

because they want to remember what it was like to pulse.”  

Victory!

O great Death, we thank thee for the guns, the flames, the knives 

The insanity that grants us untamed hatred

Onward astride our boiling death lust darkness, we march to Victory

Nightly Chants

Darkness is everlasting like spirals of offerings

Ornaments of the cold foggy shadows cuddled in the forest’ barks

Zero Hour

Let the culling begin

Unchain the simmering sickness

The wretched ugliness most foul

Harken! Nogard Almighty!

“And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, 

who is called the Devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world—he was 

thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.”

When o When

When your back is against a wall, it’s time to smile and let shine your fangs

Howl to the dark as it boils your hormones sharp as steel

Mighty Nogard

“Now war arose in heaven, Michael and his

angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his

angels fought back, but he was defeated, and there was no

longer any place for them in heaven.”

Shadow Sea

When the dark embraces the cold, 

among the shadowy bark

The night unfurled like an ocean

Of lust and pain, snout to the wind

Let the chase begun across the monochromatic sea

Be The One

Time has cometh to stand tall and proud in the darkness amidst the moss and rotten trunks, cut and bleed as many as time permeates the horizons.

Be One With It

"Stand over the grave and allow your feet to bleed into the soil beneath your feet. Take in the sorrow and leave your sorrows there. You must be with death, seek it, feel it, and discover it over and over again. You must cut your feet many times and bleed into many graves, burying a part of yourself each time.” 

Yhet Reprise

"I am death's mother, queen and consort.

I am the carrier of death's melancholy and ecstasy

and am openly desirous to know death in all of death's

forms, shapes and nuances, 

and they may all attend me-and I they-as a lover 

and as dusk enters night.”