Fall of Efrafa - Beyond The Veil
Explanation
Religion, in all its forms is based on one thing; control. It is a set of beliefs which is created to indoctrinate, suppress and strangle the thoughts of those who choose to embrace it. It holds nothing more substantial than the rambling thoughts of groups of humans who wished to use it for one purpose or another. Stories and fables stolen from older stories and fables, passed on, edited, copied hundreds of times to suit whoever needed it as a vehicle for their own gain. The Christ figure we know was stolen from the stories of Adonys, Osiris, Hercules, Perseus, Mithra and many more. Religion only works by relying on the past for blurred inaccuracies to become truths. Christ never existed. God never existed. We are a subspecies of ape, nothing more.In our haste we crowned a king
In our haste we bore his sin
In our haste we saw him god
In our haste; born again
Not in life but words of fiction
Another fable carved in stone
His crucifix a graven image
Impotent faith, to die alone
A bastard son of a bastard god
Stolen saviors of ancient tome
Misshapen idols in manmade temples
A bloodied hand across our mouths
Man the martyr; self appointed king
Lied in blood this selfish sin
Cast aside our sanity
The trinity of filth and lies
His majestic pestilent form
A rotted visage of our vanity
A cross a star a glyph
Burnt into our flesh
From our untimely birth
Cast upon us until death
And so we stand, ever waiting the end
Eyes skyward, ever waiting the end
Vacuous words read by naïve eyes
Coaxed out of pages, best forgotten
Cast a trillion shadows in their wake
Lay waste to all that we know
Bloated apes feign ignorance
Cloth to hide our guilt the stems
Our murderous nature in pastel rouge
This morality we attempt to fain
Man built God creates the veil
It hangs before us all and waits
Those who choose its warm caress
Dignify this empty fate
angelic mythos cracked in the kiln
Shards embedded in the mouths of liars
Charged nature as unfit
disfigured the sanctity of love
Tore down all that is good, all that is whole
Ekkaia - Mientras Dormimos
Donde antes crecían árboles
Ahora crece cemento
Ahora crecen los niños
Rodeados de muros!
En los patios de los colegios
Que les enseñan a curarse a base de pastillas,
A pasar por encima del resto
Para sentirse superiores a sus semejantes.
Hasta el día en que traguen el espectáculo
O se una a nosotros
En la caza por la libertad
Y lo salvaje,
En la búsqueda de nosotros
Y del tiempo que nos han quitado.
En el abismo de los bárbaros las hogueras arden cada vez con más fuerza.Personal note: my favorite crust-punk band ever. Maybe their philosophy is very radical, but i really don’t care, many aspects of their philosophy had very sense in many ways. Ekkaia is more than riffs and voices, this band had great lyrics full of crust-punk culture and a notorious sludge sound!
(via iconoclast-a)
Source: SoundCloud / Sludge Art
Momentum - Lineage
At our core we are made of stars!
Momentum - Lineage
“From the Stars Above”
Written by Greg Bennick and Alex CF
Humanity , curious and fearful of its own existence
seeking place and purpose, in directions moving endlessly forward
yet side to side dodging inevitable truths
seemingly alone in a vast expanse of nothingness, both outside and within
from birth to death, longing for guidance and security
and all the while hoping these things will be found upon the earth
and yet we gaze to the stars for connection
points of fire above, reflecting points of inspired hope within
we breathe deep into the night, terrified of the darkness
motivations become twisted when insecurity takes control
to be corrupted is the easy path, but the real answer has been there all along
the stars are ancestors, forecasting the future for us through their sense of eternity
perhaps we are destined to follow them through the sky
transforming over immense stretches of time so vast
they make our entire history seem like a drop of water in an endless sea
stars have shaped every facet of our being
we owe our existence and continued survival to daydreams at night
to spheres of super heated gasses that crowd the night sky
offering a sense of endless distance and calm
seen as forefathers and gods, mothering and close
from afar the turbulent expulsion of matter and energy from the inception of
the universe, brings from their first moments, atom bound to atom
cast out from their celestial womb, molded by the vigorous hand of gravity
a release of elemental power, forming suns, cooling into planets
the worlds within.
so intrinsic to our being, yet so simple at the core
the explanation always above us, radiating heat and light
the fundamental truth, that within us the radiance
our brilliance reflected, do we dare to let ourselves know
that we, at our core
we are made of stars.
(via theghostofgrace)
Source: fuckyeahsludgemetal
On the Trail of Cigars - Ennio Morricone
Source: dragonwantsabite
Source: nolongercontagious
Momentum - Prelude
Explanation
Life itself is the logical conclusion of the many physical reactions of complex elements and environments – it is an inevitability that provides this universe with the five senses. If we are to look beyond the archaic ideology of a deity and a creation myth, a wonderful analogy is to imagine the universe rather like that of an organism, that we are its constituent parts and that every movement, from the smallest molecule to a collapsing star – is linked by energy and gravity, amongst a myriad of other subtle changes that chime the ebb and flow of existence. To imagine us as those senses of the universe, we allow it to observe itself. And yet, despite this, we are deaf and dumb to possibilities presented before us, wrapped up in the mountains of trivial nonsense that plague our ability to progress. We do not listen and we do not learn. It is frightening to imagine that through our own short sightedness, our existence will go out like a spent candle, without ever full comprehending the majesty of being aliveConsider; we are the mouth piece
Sensory organs of this universe
The culmination of countless increments
Forged in the furnace of disparate stars
Consider; we are the cosmos
We are the fabric observing itself
Our very nature, deliberation
An infinite lattice of sentient thought
Given this gift, with which we have squandered
Failed custodians of a planet
Unable to bear the weight of our girth
Infatuation with indignant effigies
Rendering ourselves unable to hear
Untuned receivers, inept we are baffled
By the stifling clamor of a trillion mouths
Our incomprehension from malnutrition
Starving cerebrum, cut off from the source
Our epoch short lived, unable to breath
Catatonic! we ignore forewarning!
Or invitation
To expand ideas!
For the benefit of all.
Vessels, corroded with obtuse lore!
(via theghostofgrace)
Source: fuckyeahsludgemetal
Fall of Efrafa - Simulacrum
These throws of rapture
Kindly hands caress broken bones
Hands that cut through parched soul
Like a sharpened stone
What is it that we leave in these fitting moments Sentiment
These curtains fall and wrap us up in our rigor mortis
The nimble fingers of the black one
His majesty of cold, courting me into sweet abeyance
The malign steely touch of needle thorns massing
And directing their gaze on my misfiring neurons
The vestiges of my sickening life
Of my loves, my crowning glories
The pain and poetry of a spent existence
He coils up inside me now
Kissing me and whispering sweet nothings
The words of release
The words I crave as I lose all
As the clotted mass of cumuli nimbus
Bows his head in salute.
As I claw upwards
As I fall back into oblivion
And his words speak out amongst the frightening turbulence
Those final fleeting words I coax from his abhorrent throat
Will you join my owsla
Highway Patrolman - Johnny Cash
So Watcha Want - Beastie Boys & Cypress Hill
Harvest Moon - Neil Young
Source: rhiannanana
Sonic Youth - Star Power
Close my mind when I think of you, everything turns black to blue.
One of my favourite albums of all time…
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