SVN OKKLT: February 2012

26.2.12

XI

Hear!

Serpent of horrid majesty, burn fire across the brow. This ceremonial ritual to thee, enchant with all that is arduous splendor. Pale glowing lily of Hecate, bathe this flesh in the moon-pool of divine blood.
Enshroud with the black veil of nothingness, the curtain of negative existence. Now behold! A bloated corpse leans against the altar. A feast for death, a feast for the maggots and for the worms!

O' babe of the Abyss, curled in her womb. rejoice in the sabbath of the Goat. The ego gurgles blood, and the Night of Pan descends.

Willing Feet - S/T EP

WILLING FEET - S/T EP
TRULY UGLY

Country: Canada

Lyrics: Death, Corpses, Satanism

Size: 22mb

Length: 8:49

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22.2.12

Near - The Dark Art of Death Hidden in the Castle

NEAR - THE DARK ART OF DEATH HIDDEN IN THE CASTLE

A POWERFUL OFFERING, EVOCATIVE OF MEDIEVAL TIMES

THIS IS A PERSONAL SVN-OKKLT TAPE RIP

Country: Italy

Lyrics: Legends, Nature

Size: 59mb

Length: 28:59

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20.2.12

X

Man's only state is isolation. The physical world cannot provide any sort of meaningful closeness. Connections are forged over time, and cannot be forced. The formula is incalculable. The right combination is impossible to predict. It is a fluid entity which wavers, often at a moments notice. Drastic changes are shocking to the core. The only constant is the self; a perpetual existence that is impossible to escape. In a room surrounded by so-called friends, man fails to realize he is alone. This realization is often suppressed by means deliberate and otherwise. It takes immense strength to confront the truth head on. The battle rages on for what seems like an eternity, but each day brings one closer to understanding. Eventually one learns to listen to what the enemy has to say, and in listening begins to understand what makes him so strong. Once that strength is harnessed, a new state is achieved. A state where the horizon is permeated with a crisp freshness, the result of few inhabitants.