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.

Nightly Chants

Darkness is everlasting like spirals of offerings

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

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.”

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.”

Manifest-Reprise

“…And thus we yet again summon thou foul reeks of victory

Mother rot, Father decay, almighty”

“Bring us closer still to the edge

O Mother rot, Father decay

The abandoned silence and red wide valleys

Manifest the yester-worlds of infernal times

Manifest

“…And thus we summon thou foul reeks of victory

Mother rot, Father decay, almighty”

“Bring us closer still to the edge

O Mother rot, Father decay

The abandoned hill tops and barren valleys

Manifest the forgotten of olden times 

Wild

When you listen to the moss, the screeches, the howls

Anta Io Adra Kadrabha – you shall return to the womb of the wild Armothiaz

Listen Closely

When the unseen flames flickers down the horizon, listen closely to the burnt air flowing around the bonfire, the whispers of the olden book of yore

Return

Return to roots – hails the Wise One in The Dark
Back into the heart of the soil, under the corn, amidst the moonlight

Ardrah, Ardah, Arbalah, Kardabahs arzothias

Tlos

You’re lost little girl, because I can’t see you in my mind

3

We shall be together, always, in three

Life , Death , Rebirth 

Ad Nauseam

N.A.M.B.

Beatus

Across and Onward

Come sail beyond the rivers

Calm dark water stirs

Revealing passages beyond darkness stirs

Sine Anima II

As it is in the forefront, so it is in the background

Domains III

It felt like a wet, humid day has just slapped me in the face and woke me up to the fuzziness of vintage vistas.

A burning reddish blur of things, happening in the embrace of shadows. Somewhere in the smoky back alley of one’s mind is nostalgia, remembrance, and rejoice.  

To relive the moments is to remember the domain of the Great Red One.

Wonderful View XXXIII

Have a merry, merry

Fucking Saturnalia

O lone wolves of bacchanalia

Be merry, ‘till the bitter end

Wonderful View XXX

Don't be shy, don't be remorseful, don't be worrisome,

Just be fain

Good Sleep Bunny

I took the feathers of fluffy weather

Until it rains all the tears and cries 

Of a thousand feathers torn 

Off fluffy bunnies, kept in leather

Plucked and cast down the depths of filth 

An empty din of tatter 

Unknown by weather

Commemorate

What would be better to commemorate the slaying of a leader, than to slay one’s own flesh?

So bring your knives to the hills and forest, tonight, mighty disciples of the infinite light….Let the night bath in blood as the supreme leader hath done to our enemies, in times immemorial…

The Pantheon

The moon Goddess, Ilargia, appears in many myths and legends. The Basque are very close to the moons cycles because of their agricultural background. 

Ilargia is the guardian of the dead; she leads their way to the otherworld. She also rules the world of hidden knowledge, divination, and magic

- Basque Pantheon