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Ominously Reigning Upon The Intangible REMASTERED

by Relics Of Humanity

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Pray For The Ominous Commanding over the centuries Ominously reigning Shapeless, Merciless and Eternal In breath fettered his majesty His flesh is your fear His eyes are your sins Advent began He steps, scattering ashes Advent began In flocks astray vortices Devouring the forsaken souls Pray for the ominous Pray for the ominous Bow to the altar of nothingness Pray for the ashes of sacred eternity You have no place even among the rotting bodies The worst of you was crucified
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The fall of Arestikiph has marked the birth of the new Epoch The one that will consign to oblivion The names of formerly great empires The empires that had sewn the wind And had reaped the storm of the ten plagues Oh, you! Blind people who need hope, Who cherish the vanity of life allured By dreams of the god’s kingdom Hear the voice amidst the metaphysical endless edges Behold the sacral image Of the judge of all kings and conclaves For it appeared as the ward of forthcoming Dispersing the godly light of subservient illusions To turn the meridian of deceitful sermons into ashes Let his gaze set the horizons Of confessions and doctrines on fire May he doom the pathetic To cry over disappeared veil on their eyes Reveal yourself, the reaper of the vicious! Reveal yourself through the deformation Of structure that determines the wrath. Spraying with the crimson surf The foundation of reality May your will destroy the borders of dogmas May the greedy grumble, May the stones cry out And may the roots of the septenary tree shudder For this is how the aeon of Pisces Transforms into the vale of woe
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A deity or wrath of abyss Has come from other worlds in here More powerful than any known disaster It petrifies the life and sanctities Leaving only hollowness behind The world went down at once embraced by chaos It chokes like buried in the ocean And the enthroned invoke against the doom Unable to compare their faith to visitation But blindly clasping hands They praise the names of their gods But stay restrained Behold the chaos - your new messiah The storm that you have witnessed Won’t hear your eulogies and prayers Won’t smell the stench of sacred lies The rivers of the dead souls deluge the lands And heavens gulping lava from the craters As if it were wine in Holy Grail Burning out the faces of the gods The abyss swallows voices That were begging for salvation Who was your God? Your idol were so weak That even if a mob were able to approach him They wouldn’t see salvation in his eyes Who was your God?
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Slashing apart the edges of worlds That sink in the oceans of feeble lives Soothing the prayers And groans of fatal incapacity of the human waste The blackest side of the universal dualism Brings its eternal wrath Upon the walls of Abraham’s abyss of self-realization Tasting the pain and reaping the fear. Through the prism of primal sacred ceremonies It sends the disciples of death To harvest rotting souls of apostles Emptying the altars in order to fill them again Raising to the heavens of burning holiness And to the throne of divines’ stigmatization, Finding the keys to divulge The immaterialization of Tetragrammaton Threading under the shadow of war The sphere of absolute evil Inflames the scripts of Old Testament, It sinks the teeth into the flesh of eternal Intangible unboundedness, Ayn-Sof by name. Through the tragedies of all-absorbing centre of darkness It refracts the ray that emerge from the remnants of archangels
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Instrumental
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Subverted by his God, Burnt by wrath of the seven bowls of Apacolypse, Saint Salathiel opens his eyes wide before the oblivion, He whirls like mental winds And sweeps through the twilights of servile blindness To meet the inevitable death In the hearth of perpetual fire. Tortured by awareness of vanity And myriads of bewilderment, Who once was great and sinless, Betrayed by the Creator and his brothers now. He used to reap laurels in rays of glory Amidst the heavenly host an epoch ago, And now he is just a dust puring down To the Kingdom of Mastemah. He lost his faith in the glow of agony And suffers torments of smouldered ideas And tumbling truth. Tearing the bloody clouds of hesitation he dared To doubt the Creator. He saw the lucre And cruelty of his false compassion and feigned mercy. Obtaining wisdom inflicted ostracism upon him. He is doomed to stray between the worlds of sephiroth To accomplish his Great mission, Questioning in the oblivion – Whom will He spare? Melting through the debris of faded empires And dripping to the throne of Sovereign Who rules upon the ashes of morality.
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Sick with the delusion of grandeur Obsessed by the lust for power Requittal comes Flesh. Power. Dominion Flesh. But you are dead! Power. You are no one! Dominion You are banished The sinful son Thrown down, dethroned, deathless and enslaved Your turn to serve, for you are nothing You thought your reign will last forever For aeons you will carry chains Immortally
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Forgetful he is like a newborn Among the soulless wasteland Illuminated by crimson glow The cursed land amid the spikes of mountains That lures with tears of thousands, That tempts with billion moans! And driven by the only miserable wish The mindless fool runs to it His thirst desiring to slake The gates appear in his sight invitingly open! That place awaits! As groan that sounds like melting soul Has reached his ear The terror turned him back But the wind that once was fair Tore off his skin and cut his eyes with sand There he knew that there was no return So he entered the gates and trod on the ground There was no soil under his feet but human flesh There were no trees but piles of dead Where souls are perennially wither And shadows are devouring their guts The vagrant burst out running And fear led him to the bank He yelled "this is salvation!" He fell to knees and drank But fiery the river were He sprayed his throat with flames The thirst that was can’t be compared To that which him awaits
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A kinless slave called Upon the high priest - When the smell of Smoke will reach your skies, When will you see how Your sons and servants’ deeds Erase millions of souls Paralyzing life and light with venom. Where was your rightness, the Creator – In the beginning or in the end? Your unequalled paradise Became ridiculous, Like your laughter Has become obscure!

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released March 20, 2017

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