Nightrider

At midnight, in the month of June, 

I stand beneath the mystic moon. 

An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, 

Exhales from out her golden rim, 

And, softly dripping, drop by drop, 

Upon the quiet mountain top, 

Steals drowsily and musically 

Into the universal valley. 

The rosemary nods upon the grave; 

The lily lolls upon the wave; 

Wrapping the fog about its breast, 

The ruin molders into rest;

E.A.P. 1813

The Dividing Line

I suppose I have really been out of touch with what’s been going on with the global underground and extreme metal scene that it just amazes me, still, to see so many documentaries floating about this lifestyle. Un-fucking-believable! It’s fucking mainstream now, isn’t it? 

Like a fucking rich tycoon walking around in gold clothing just to show that he is rich enough to do it, extreme metal really looks like a hyped new fashion just waiting to explode. Or has it already done that too?

Hell, even Black Metal is so common and understandable now that you have professors talking about it like some intellectual exercise in musicology…Surely, a long way from the hungry, penniless days of Helvete’s cellar. 

Wonderful. I’m sure this is what all of those underground years were set up for. To get as famous and as exploited as possible. I can’t wait to see a rap-black metal collaboration happening soon, to replace the outdated, out-fashioned Run DMC-Aerosmith classic bullshit. Something to listen to while enjoying a cup of black metal, satanic, coffee at a local shopping mall near you. Lovely!

In the meantime, let old school fools like me stay in the dividing line, of real filth and chaos, that is completely not user-friendly to any mainstream…or shopping mall-compatible either…