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DESPISE LYRICS
"Despise / Imperial Foeticide" (2003 Split)
1. Room 101
2. Mutual Assured Destruction
3. Separated Entity Alteration
4. Confrontation (PYREXIA cover)
5. Millennium Fuck
6. A Light Whirl, My Guide
7. Two Different Ways
8. The Story Continues
9. The Seat of The Waves of Lowness
10. Feature
1. Room 101
2. Mutual Assured Destruction
3. Separated Entity Alteration
4. Confrontation (PYREXIA cover)
5. Millennium Fuck
6. A Light Whirl, My Guide
Hands are plaiting in the sign of hidden powers hhwhile my inner world is calming down, diminishing its room and preparing itself for the meeting. A touch of the unknown when the doors of knowledge open in the far distance. Nailed to the ground I am crawling against the wind fiercely beating the ground around me towards an open slot. A light whirl has suddenly filled the every last piece of my inferior and has become my guide on a long and winding path to a destination that was as far as the other side and though so close just to be touched. With each further step of mine the wind-man wiped out more and more letter from the book of my fate.The pages are flying up and down helplessly and his strong arms tear them to pieces with great delight. Vast blasts of the wind shake my inner image when I enter a path leading to utter depths of infinite existence of the creatures whose faces are trimming my pilgrimage.
7. Two Different Ways
I am getting as far as the edge of existence to the very bounds of life cycle while my being as a small point wanders through the space. I am touching an energy wall towering in front of me. I am paralysed by its majestic dignity and the strength shining out of it while it spreads its fingers around me closing the way back.I am trying to look through and grasp a glimpse of anything behind when my sight is captured by dark stains reaching from behind the wall and they are taking it away on the waves of lowness. I am striving to get over the wall to catch the other part of myself and pass the way through dark pores of the great beast of evil to cross over the breaking edge to traverse the abyss with no bridge across.Lead by a voice of an unknown stranger hidden inside me.Two different ways, two endings fighting each other.
8. The Story Continues
Inside the dark emptiness I am dragged through by a force coming to me from an unknown furtherness. A long way to a part of my being is just beginning. Adventurous stories reaching behind the border of absoluteness on the long path through vast planes beyond the burnt road of the sun setting down under a vault of a generous god. Lowlands turned to mountains and nostrils of another dragon are hiding me away from intrigues of the guard of the paths. The countryside is changing fast on both ways, the one of mine and the one of the stranger hidden in my inner self. So different they are but despite that connected in one.
9. The Seat of The Waves of Lowness
The trotting stirrups of birds supercede with the hits of wings of flying horse. Water and fear are standing against us. The fire that is burning the snowflakes floating around in the air shows the stranger the way while I am sitting down on the ground in order to receive new power. It is an exhausting hunt for that what I have perhaps never lost. I discover myself in a tangling maze of the queen of intrigues. I and my friend the stranger are standing next to each other more powerful than ever before in front of the seat of the waves of lowness covering the skies. A part of our pilgrimage has come to an end and another is just beginning. It is a hunt for something that I have perhaps never lost. The two of our ways have only one destiny.
10. Feature
You are trying to outstrip the whizz of a flying bullet when the sun is beating down upon the sound. The fast pulse of mind exiled to a very edge of an abyss, giant stones swallow the energy of their creators, the aims hidden in a deep underground entangle themselves on pilgrims paths towards a vertex leaving behind the desire for duration and the quest to pass through the energy gate towards a calm surface of nothing that is everything at the same time.Ancient stairs, an eyewitness of secular events shies away from a force that gives life to others. It feels just a breath of wind in the infinity of continuance. After the years of calm disturbed only by footfalls of the curious ones it has again experienced the burden of being a pedestal of a doom and an end of wandering of other beings. Its consciousness so dismally venerable in its vastness, the dark grey has experienced much, touches of the feet of monarchs, a rustle of mind-controllers, the knees of the poor ones, the jingling of bronze and iron at the edge of an energy field. Only calm consonancy will last together with dust of the desert and with the touch of bright light penetrating into grey wrinkles of memory.
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