Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave
Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
From the cradle to enslave?
Sickle constellations
Stud the belts that welt the sky
Whilst the bitter winter moon
Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed
Like shifting parent flesh
Under silk matricide...
Watchful as she was upon Eden
Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept
Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido
In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
Soon the be kept
Hear that hissing now on the breeze
As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden
A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls
Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
This is the theme to a better Armageddon
Nightchords rake the heavens
PAN DAEMON AEAON
And what use are prayers to that god?
As devils bay concensus for the space to piss
On your smouldering faith
And the mouldering face
Of this world long a paradise lost
This is the end of everything
Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring
Danse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac
Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black?
The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...
I see the serpentine in your eyes
The nature of the beast as revelations arrive
Our screams shall trail to Angels
For those damned in flames repay
All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
We should have cut our looses as at Calvary
But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief
Salvation, like a promised nation
Gleamed a claim away...
This is the end of everything you have ever known
Buried like vanquished reason
Death is season
Drive like the drifting snow
Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
On our knees or another f**ker's shore
Heiling new flesh
Read, then roared
To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause
What else be whipped to frenzy for?
This is the end of everything
Rear the tragedies
That the Seraphim shall sing
Old adversaries
Next to Eve
Now they're clawing back
I smell their cumming
As through webbed panes of meat
Led by hoary Death
They never left
Dreaming sodomies
To impress on human failure
When we've bled upon our knees
Tablatures of gravel law
Shall see Gehennah paved
When empires fall
And nightmares crawl
From the cradle to enslave....
Problema numeris du: panašu, kad reitingo taškai skaičiuojami pagal informacijos bitus (nepriklausomai nuo informacijos tipo). Tai dėl tų nuotraukų aš gavau kokius 120 tūkstančių reitingo taškų. Very concerning.
Okey, Hjustonai, mes turim fantastišką problemą. Norėjau įkelti smagių nuotraukų apie Peter Hammill. Neįvertinau jų rezoliucijos. Panašu, kad sulaužiau visą PH puslapį dabar. Serveris nepaveža tiek informacijos?
Tai dronai, tai oro balionai... Jau net nebesinori niekur keliauti kai tokie dalykai vyksta Kas įdomu, kad ir Amerikoj skrydžiai tarp valstijų stringa, tarsi paraleliai, bet dėl kitų priežasčių. Bet visas pasaulis dabar dega, rodos.
6 ryto su Flixbusu išvažiavau iš Rygos, dabar jau namuose... puiki naktelė buvo. Kontrabandininkai jau ne pirmą kartą pašiko ant mano kelionės planų, honestly. Pirmas kartas baigėsi su pradurtom padangom prie Senosios Varėnos