Fatum Elisum - Homo Nihilis

Why
Am I here?
My screams
Are my only comrades here.

Nod
Land of night
An eternal darkness
Wraps my days.

Cursed,
By the only one,
I burnt fruits and flowers,
Abel killed his cattle.

God,
Needs blood,
Is sacrifice of life,
The only proof of faith?

Why
Am I here?
I offer you my brother,
The greatest part of my joy.

You wished it,
And I offered him to you.

"Ah! Race d'Abel, ta charogne
Engraissera le sol fumant!

Race de Caїn, ta besogne
N'est pas faite suffisamment;

Race d'Abel, voici ta honte:
Le fer est vaincu par l'épieu!

Race de Caїn, au ciel monte,
Et sur la terre jette Dieu!"

"Abel et Cain",
From "Les Fleurs du Mal",
Charles Baudelaire

Jealousy,
Was not my answer,
If martyr sublimates faith,
I gave you the first one.

Father,
Am I a monster?
While soon on Golgotha,
You'll sacrifice your own child.

To the east of Eden,
To the land of Nod,
Black diamond of nothingness,
The place I deserve now.

Eretz Nod

Here is my place,
With Lilith on my side,
Orphaned children,
Of all existence.

Lost in time,
Isolated from the race of men,
My gesture remains engraved,
In the shadows of your soul.

Odium humani generis,
I am the plague of peaceful men,
Brother... I miss you so much,
Your blood dries on my hands.

Son of the original sin,
Now father of human destiny,
I am the hand tightened towards you,
I am the sword of your desires.

Nod.
This place in your soul,
I will never leave.

Nod.
Subconcious area,
Matter of all things.

Nod.
I can see my brother,
Ghost of my greatest joy.

Nod.
Lilith is there with me,
Waiting for revenge.

Nod.
I miss you my brother,
I made the perfect sacrifice. Открыть страницу с текстом

While my world collapsed,
Into the purity of these visions,
I have tried to revive light,
All my values, my hopes died.

I have tasted all the wines and women,
No longer it covers my sorrows,
Sentenced to life I am.

My certainty collapses,
I see myself in the abyss,
Slowly my world disappears,
I see myself in the abyss.

Time,
Space,
Unconsiousness and despair.
Feelings.
Reason.
An endless confrontation.

Now everything turns of black!
Everything turns to noghingness!

I killed all my principles,
I see myself in the abyss,
I let my hopes falling away,
I see myself in the abyss.

Death,
Life,
Lies upon rotting books.
Thoughts.
Spirit.
Toys for monkeys and fools.

Now everything turns of black!
Everything turns to noghingness!

White and soulless is my body,
White is this land where I walk,
White is the great spirit I follow,
White are the last tears I offer you.

Whiteness of the rose I give to death,
Whiteness of my flesh, freedom at last.

"Hinged in the brooding west a black sun hung,
And Titan shadows barred the dying world,
The blind black oceans groped, their tendrils curled,
And writhed and fell in feathered spay, and clung,
Climbing the granite ladders, rung by rung,
Which held them from the tribes whose death-cries skirled.
Above, unholy fires red wings unfurled,
Gray ashes floated down from where they swung."

From "Sonnets out of bedlam",
Poem: "The last hour", R.E. Howard.

Miserere.

You cannot save the world,
You cannot save your love,
You cannot save yourself,
Cause everything is done,
Now the twilight is devouring you,
There is no way to escape.

Just let your spirit quakes,
Let your body flow,
United to Nihil,
United to your original state. Открыть страницу с текстом

As I wandered slowly, into the herd,
Digging their graves, building their temples,
I never wished these human things,
My peace is there, in a sky without stars.

As I wandered angry, in the mindless crowd,
I've seen new idols rising, on the same old plinth,
I tried to open wide, the dark times coffin,
Dust has burnt my eyes, leaving me to the darkness.

Is there anyone here who can give me the truth,
While between death pages, my name is written slowly.

Resigned and defeated,
Drowned by the waves,
No more wrath or desires,
Just me and my inner silence.

Σίσυφoζ,
History repeats itself,
Tragedy,
Learns me the art of dying
Σίσυφoζ,
Obstinate pursuit of sadness.

As I try to stay, on the virtuous roads,
Dead horses processions were following me,
The moon was shining, just like a blade,
It cut my dreams, with her nails of light.

I push the black rock of my lost desires,
Rythmic cries and tears, on this cursed mountain,
My heart is drowned in filth, thoughts without sense,
I am the dead leaf of the tree of knowledge.

Is there anyone here who can give me the truth,
While between death pages, my name is written slowly.

I am waiting the final hour,
The last act of the scene,
The door is wide open now,
Let all see my miserable state...

Σίσυφoζ,
History repeats itself,
Tragedy,
Learns me the art of dying
Σίσυφoζ,
Obstinate pursuit of sadness.

"Per me si va ne la citta'dolente,
Voi ch'intrate lasciate ogni sperenza?"
Dante, Inferno, Divina comedia.

Monochromatic windows all over my house,
Chirstic mannequins dancing in weird circles,
Symphonic screams turning around my head,
I finally accept this gloomy picture of my liberation.

Dancing, screaming for the end!
Dancing, screaming for the Nod!
Dancing, screaming until death!
Dancing, screaming, the pursuit of sadness! Открыть страницу с текстом

Beyond these crawling places,
Beyond these dirty spaces,
I know that dying suns,
Can tell me the truth.

Fathered by primordial Chaos,
Educated in a shaft of sufferings,
I have raised my scorched hand,
To this land where dead gods lie.

I tattoo my tears on my burnt figure,
With a knife of blood carved in my veins,
I recall myself memories from the past,
The great fall of feelings.

There is no love here,
Just dancing monkeys in ashes,
There is no happiness here,
Just the scum of the earth trying to kill you all!

There are no angels here,
Just an atomic dawn coming,
There is no life after death,
Just flesh offerings to the desert.

I passed the circles of life alone,
(Nothing you can love.)
With a heavy burden on my soul,
(Nothing you can build.)
Women betrayed me with hands of ice,
(Nothing you can know.)
Men teach me how to hate them.
(Nothing you can keep.)

Empires abandoned to silence,
(Nothing you can feel.)
Human nature based on lies and fear,
(Nothing you can save.)
I became the twilight prophet,
(Emptiness is the cure.)
With an empty book and a hammer in hand.
(Madness is an answer.)

"Heureux les pauvres en esprit, car le royaume de la terre est à eux,
Heureux ceux qui sont doux car ils pleureront leur destinée,
Heureux ceux qui ont faim et soif de justice car ils seront ignorés,
Heureux les miséricordieux, car ils n'obtiendront que regrets,
Heureux ceux qui ont le coeur pur, car ils verront la mort,
Heureux les pacifiques car ils seront appelés à la guerre,
Heureux ceux qui sont persécutés pour ja justice,
Car le siécle des esclaves s'ouvre à eux."
Adapted from the Bible, St Matthhew, chapter 5 verses 3-10

The twilight prophecy is coming.

There is no love here,
Just dancing monkeys in ashes,
There is no happiness here,
Just the scum of the earth trying to kill you all!

There are no angels here,
Just an atomic dawn coming,
There is no life after death,
Just flesh offerings to the desert.

The twilight is coming,
Now. Открыть страницу с текстом