Laveyan

by The Terrigen Mist

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Recorded Between June and October 2012 at Rising Tides Studio in Athens, GA with Anthony Lunn. Self released by The Terrigen Mist on November 27th 2012. Released by Swimming With Sharks Records on May 13th 2013.

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released 27 November 2012

All songs written recorded and performed by The Terrigen Mist. Blake Connally appears on "Hymn Of The Goat" courtesy of himself.

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Track Name: Upon A Black Apex
...Blood unto thee... o' darkened one...
...He who was banished by the sword...
...We invoke thee... o' fallen one...
...Rise from perdition once more...
...Your name exalted above the stars of God...
...Spread venom through the veins of the earth...
...Exile the light...
Track Name: Skeleton Grinder
The smell of piss and shit hangs thick in the air.
Walking through these halls of painted glass.
Mary, tell me what does thy virgin eyes fall upon?
Tragedy that floods every corner of my father's house?
God's unwanted children. Left in stinking, drooling heaps.
Brain dead and deformed. Abandoned by love and by time.
Grotesque visages defecating upon the floor.
Festering, moaning in pain.
This is my curse. What the angels saw fit to cast upon weak flesh.
Behold this crucified Christ. Hung just 'bove my chapel doors.
Day and night I pray. But from his hands, not a single refrain.
What must I do with my dead ones? The morgue over flows with rot.
My furnace choked with ash. His agonized eyes, they do not weep for me.
How could he create such wretched existence?
How could my lord allow such suffering?
My faith dwindles with my sanity.
Could it be that God doesn't exist?
The bible's teachings false?
His words only emptiness.
Body 'pon body, becoming an ever growing pussing sore.
My little ones, drone forward as the cross snaps in twain.
This is a house of gore. Bile seeping from every crack.
A river of blood flows forth from this mountain of pulsating sick.
If God will not save them, a sacrifice unto Satan.
Words of praise to the father above escape my lips no more.
Dark one, guide my hand as madness takes me and miasma fills my lungs.
I embrace the end of this mortal man. Becoming so much more than what once was.
My heart possessed by your infernal majesty.
I sit upon a throne of death. Robes of fetid flesh, crown of bone.
Scalp split wear horns have grown.
Denial of our creation met with utmost suffering.
For your darkened king, and for all that is dead.
If God will not save them, a sacrifice unto Satan.
I am the grinder of all. As the void opens up and hell swallows whole.
The dawn of man has come to an end.
Misanthropy reigns forever in me.
Behold!
I am Belphegor.
Track Name: The Eternal Equinox
On this night we dance.
We drink to the moon's pale light. Our glasses held on high.
Feasting upon the confections of our labor.
For the wind from the north does stir once more.
Samhain soon rears it's ugly head.
The leaves, they turn to dust with the sun.
The harvest of crops is now over. The harvest of souls has begun.
Orgies of blood and sacrifice to calm the chill of the fall.
Sugar so sweet as ambrosia peppers the lips of the young.
Mask their faces from the coming darkness.
Celebrate the death of the earth.
Corpses will walk in the light of our fires.
For the spirits of the dead have returned.
And I remember, with sword and cross they came.
Ironclad, they burnt our world to ash. Desecrating holy lands.
Corrupting the minds of the youth with poisoned words from forked tongues.
Preaching manifest destiny.
On this night we dance.
We drink to the moon's pale light. Our glasses held on high.
Feasting upon the confections of our labor.
For the wind from the north does stir once more.
The church will not bury our memories.
They can’t tear this completely from our hearts.
Deep inside we will carry the old ways. Embrace the denial of their Christ.
The divine feminine stripped bare and defiled by the god of Abraham.
Phallic war monger. Desert scum of savage origin.
Stay behind me as the eclipse comes.
Someday they'll get what they deserve.
And behold their father of lies' image.
God of utmost evil.
Shepard of slaves.
Praise the one that ties you down?
Take his "love".
Throw it away.
Their infection shall not rise in me.
Vengeance is ours.
This hollowed eve shall not remain within their grasp.
So dance my children. With her blessing.
Your weeping is as pure as snow!
Stay with me through the cursed sun.
For tonight Samhain returns.
Track Name: Pyramid Head
From a cruel hand I was birthed upon this world, unwanted.
With chains I'm bound to this anguished mortal coil.
Forced to reap the outcome of a chaotic role of the dice.
The product of my unseen creator. Proclaiming, "Worship me or die".
Generations lost to such futile parentage.
Just play things to a father divine. All shall serve as slaves.
To live and to die as he sees fit. All life but his iniquitous game.
The whole world but a grave to me. I refuse the torment of my prison.
Abaddon shall welcome me, for our nightmares are the same.
It is better in the jaws of Cerberus than in the ever malevolent fist of a tyrant.
My brothers. My sisters. With Gnosis we spread our wings.
We conquer death to finish what the dark one began.
To you who the father abandoned, I promise vengeance shall be yours.
You, who the father forsaken, follow me into war.
The gates of Naraku now open. Revealing an army of the damned.
The Cherub's harps now ring with a song of oncoming death.
We storm the lighted kingdom. One thousand legions at my back.
I gorge my maw in angelic blood. The armies of heaven crushed like insects by the black.
His holiest of praise now transformed to screams of the agonized.
The Seraph's life, from all wounds it pours.
God's lowliest children now consume the hearts they once bore.
Dear father, let us embrace. Hell has come for thee.
My cup runneth over with the blood of the lamb.
From his skull I fashion my crown.
I was born to rip heaven from the sky.
From the earthly seas of salt. To the eternal ethereal cosmic.
My kingdom of perdition, rise.
All crosses set to invert. My fucking name burned into the coming age.
Fear no longer the demiurge. Forced to reap the seeds he sowed in us.
As below, so above.
All shall forever suffer the same.
Track Name: Gilgamesh
Within the void I saw the eyes of God.
Trapped in the abyss my ears fell upon a whisper.

YHWH: I have fed as you've suffered.
I have laughed as you've died.

Lucifer: I am the fallen one.
Burning stars adorn my head.
Rising monolith among angelic dead.
The serpent's tongue.
The great deceiver.
I walk the path that many fear to tread.

Within the void I saw the eyes of God.
Trapped in the abyss my ears fell upon a whisper.

Yaldabaoth: I have fed as you've suffered.
I have laughed as you've died.

Satan: INVERT THE LAMB! INVERT THE LAMB!
FUCK THIS WORLD!

And I have felt nothing.
...nothing.
Track Name: Hymn Of The Goat
I am the killer of killers as the hammer of justice swings.
The children of God’s flesh I do carve as I become one with death.
Upon the temple mount.
At the altar of Christian genocide, I bathe in the crimson spray of the most holy defiled.
Thousands of years of torture, rape, and murder.
Millions dead in the name of your lord of shit.
How can you truly justify such horror?
Your philosophy of divine love forever forfeit in you.
Fucking liars and thieves.
The vultures are encircling.
Believers! Where is your god as you drown in your own blood?
Imagine your victims.
Think of how they must have begged. How they must have prayed.
Kissing their children for the last time as you slaughtered them.
Imagine their terror.
Ghosts of an ancient age thirsting for revenge.
I have come from the line of Eosphoros.
Burning with satanic rage, I maim.
Rejecting the Eucharist.
Scorning your coward Christ.
With hate ultimate, I shall strike you down.
I vomit forth blasphemy upon the cross.
Christian swine, I butcher you all.
Lighting the church to flame.
Destroy the liar’s book.
In the echoes of my dreams they cry retribution.
They Hunger for your anguish.
I was once just like you.
A slave to his blood red words.
These chains have forever been undone.
Replaced with cloven hooves.
I am the killer of killers as the hammer of justice swings.
The children of God’s flesh I do carve as I become one with death.
Upon the temple mount.
At the altar of Christian genocide, I bathe in the crimson spray of the most holy defiled.
Hail Satan!
A child of decent I shall remain.
At the left hand of God I will forever be.
Track Name: The Lunar Mechanism
The truth is bitter and hard to swallow. Lying naked and restrained on a cold steel table.
His eyes fixed upon the beings that surrounded him.
Their gaze as lifeless and haunting as Nietzsche's abyss.
Chaos realized, bearing down upon his chest.
This universe is godless and random. His cries reach only the silence of space.
With this, his last breath is torn away. Blood drained.
DNA harvested for the higher purpose of The Greys.
Floating within the Merkabah with eyes unfluttering, I watched it all unfold.
I was shown fields of pods growing monstrous creatures the stars themselves never dared to dream.
Creating life from the death of a race.
Rebirth in plasma and ash. Becoming conscious.
I was shown the beginning and the end.
The cataclysm that shaped galaxies.
The coalesce of organic compounds and micro organisms.
The birth of this world.
Aeons of evolution passed before my perception.
The extinction of countless species and the reign of the sapien,
as the elder gods proclaimed: They were given many millennia to progress their age. Evolve or die. It seems the choice was made.
I witnessed from his hands only destruction.
A flawed genome killing his planet.
A refusal of growth of the frontal lobe.
Cultivating only war.
Leaving silent warnings on the relics and tombs of antiquity.
Coldly calculating the demise of their lesser children.
I couldn't help but weep.
THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN.
The visage of the moon prepares to violently contort.
It catastrophically quakes. Shaking off years of dust and debris.
It glows as if a second sun were being born.
This is cosmic hell. Death from above.
The heavens rain fire upon The Earth. Razing it's surface.
The seas do boil, extinguishing all life therein.
The human race is reduced to ash.
They revealed to me:
"You are the first and the last.
The original image to which all humanity bows.
You are The Monad.
Adam Of Light!"
Now The Nephilim shall rise upon a blistered earth.
Taking place of the spoiled seed cast out.
Growing, evolving, waiting on the next return and judgement of the gods.
The cycle begins again.