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

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

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.” 

Revelation I

“Black Magic is really only a graduated combination of sacrileges and murders designed for the permanent perversion of a human will and for the realization in a living man of the hideous phantom of the demon. 

It is therefore, properly speaking, the religion of the devil, the cultus of darkness

, hatred of good carried to the height of paroxysm: it is the incarnation of death and 

the persistent creation of hell.”

Wild II

Serpentine, reptilian, we slither and slit in shadows

Hadra; Armothiaz;

 

Aoth: Abaoth: Basum: Isak:

Sabaoth: Iao:

This Is

 This is the Lord of the Gods:

This is the Lord of the Universe:

This is He Whom the Winds fear.

This is He, Who having made Voice by His Commandment, is Lord of All Things;

King, Ruler and Helper

Red Rum Reprise

I have many, many stories to tell, to share. 

Like tell-tale signs of the moon sigil, the star shadow, entangled in the woods’ embrace. 

Bleeding under no mercy, no sound but gasps of pleasure.

Sikhluz

Congratulations. 

Welcome to the next cycle of hate, loath and filth

Memoria

Ugruh - Thoughts betray you in the misty nightshade

Memories stray you in the black petals labyrinth of Zugruh-hadraba

Full and Neverending

Once the Fire spread let it travel vast and wide, 

like a vista of red glowing skies never ending

Anoragahar, armothiaz-chadarar

Fulfil every mortal’s fear of what stirs in The Dark

Notes Continued

The circle has grown strong by every season & we are quite proud of it. The veils have been lifted and we are ready to welcome the brothers and sisters of the unspoken yonder in our midst. We have even begun reciting the welcoming call in our sleep now.

AZAG galra sagbi mu unna te
NAMTAR galra zibi mu unna te

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te
ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

GIDIM XUL ibbi mu unna te
GALLA XUL kadbi mu unna te
DINGIR XUL girbi mu unna te

Praised be the signs of the buried and hidden ones.

Wonderful View XXXVII

Can you melt the illusive mind, the intangible consciousness? Masturbate it free of all the enslavement tendencies that burdens it for eternity?

Shock Value

Somebody told me sometimes ago that the only value that matters in pursuing stability is that of shock and awe. 

So why are we so bothered with all the shock and awe that regular people have done?

Is it only a ‘proper’ shock and awe when it is organized by a State or groups of terrorists?

Why is it ‘wrong’ when, for example, conducted by regular misanthropists with a taste for pyrotechnics?

Let It Roll

When it is time to roll, it is time to roll, and nothing more to say. 

Who cares if anyone gets dirty or soiled in the black earth, and the blood red mud?

In Between

Between a dark scythe and a reddish knife, I am lost 

In a plethora of choices, vice and lust

Between the cold ravines of death and the sizzling heat of rape

Caught in between, in limbo, in perpetual edge

Lost in darkness and dark light abound

Primal

Stand in the freezing steppe wind, the silky night fur, the damp air full of howls 

Mark our primal bygone days, our glorious return to atavistic roots

To Those Who Beckons

Thou that continued to lure and tease me to this vortex, I acknowledge thee in thine pure and untamed energy, although one shall stay on the precipice and venture no further….

For one doth knows that to do the deed is to forsake undoing the reciprocal need

…and there shall never be a need more desperate, more demanding, than that of thee….

Winter Mood

Winter and holidays always brings out the heaviest in me…

The monstrous inclination to get heavy in everything one indulges in…Heavy liquor, heavy hunting, heavy slicing, heavy bloodletting. 

One’s Diatribe is Another’s Accolade

“There is nothing spontaneous or accidental about "rock." It is a product of classical studies of the ancient Phrygian terrorist cult of Satan-Dionysos, the model for the Roman Bacchic cults of similar characteristics. Crowley’s control of the "rock industry" has been documented by a team of [private] investigators, who have also noted, that in addition to the Satanist lyrics, Satanist messages embedded sublimely in rock recordings are a key feature of this subversive operation. 

The "rock rhythm" itself is copied from the old Dionysian-Bacchic cults. Even without the drugs and sexual orgies which are characteristic features of hard-core rock affairs, repeated, frequent, hours-long exposure to constant repetition of "rock rhythms" produces lasting, drug-like effects on the mind of the victim. Reducing sexual practices to the level of bestiality, is a crucial feature of Satanism in all historical periods studied, from Phrygian Cybele-Dionysos cult-period onward.”

Lyndon LaRouche