1.The Innermost Ambience
lyrics：Pavel Wasilewski
'There's a lot of means for Conversation and Knowlege of the
Holy Guardian Angel (nothing to do with usual Christian
connotations).
This entity, Deus Absconditus (Hidden God), communicates one's
True Will - that is, Destiny.The invocational styles vary from
ascetism
To the use of psychosexual forces. Yet the success is
independent of
Our lust, however hard the practices are.'
Withdrawal of every light
And it's sure advancement
Thoughts stop to drone in deepest heights
Am I being spoken to？
Neglected Virgin Whore Wisdom
Of women, scents and the True Prayer
Master the ugliest mystery and then
Body to body, lust to lust
Deus absconditus
Saviour Self-Shining
All souls are female
When His spear points down
Warfare roll striking my head
Mega Gnosis, hyper scale fall
Dark noise sudden entry
Who called this the Work of Beauty？
Transversed soul hierarchy
Vipers of Reasons tamed and trained
Yet prone to bite, eager to spit
Upon the fake reflected ray
Deus absconditus
Saviour Self-Shining
All souls are female
When His spear points down
2.Foetus God
Foetus god descends in silence
a bastard deity for us to believe
blasphemy of gen collage
in backward sombre involution
Foetus god abortion of the Diine
latent rape of wet, lewd womb
man-made myth to blunt in mind
the vilest offence of five senses
Undone miracles never to come
invalid rise of slave thought
the only light its dawn can shed
is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed
Thine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seed of claws upon your lips
As pure wit turns into effusions
we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour
gods manifested in twisted images
astrally hunted in shadow and soul
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
little by little, one by one
the thorns become the real crown
Thine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seed of claws upon your lips
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