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INHUMAN LYRICS
"Apocalypse" (2006 EP)
1. Apocalypse / Eden
2. Black Mass For The Last Millennium
3. The Black Earth
4. Hagalaz
5. The Sated Dead
1. Apocalypse / Eden
The Abbess of Abjection
GOD- the Butcher
LIFE- the Economist
DEATH- the Awakener
He gave unto us a garden
Deadly Heaven on Earth
Fruit like evil threats
Those who eat will burn
Snake inside the eyeball
Hand cupped around the Bomb
Angel's flaming sword
He shunned us from the womb
No sterilized Elysium
He spent his seed on dust
Spat names at Eve & Adam
Formed Adam's fatal lust
Tree of light and darkness
Rank root in his mind
He gave unto us a garden
What savior gave us less?
He gave unto us infernos
Healing Hell on Earth
Gilgamesh & Abbaddon
A desert wet with loss
Song within the rotting
Mouth shaped around the knife
Scroll formed from red honey
He bled to gut our life
No paralyzed inscription
He slit inside the wound
Sweet letters breeding endless
A thin undying sound
Black horsemen, holy whores
Belial and Jezebel
He gave unto us infernos
What killer gave us more?
2. Black Mass For The Last Millennium
The Abbess of Abjection
The black sea roars like a speech
Demons of the deep are merciless
Cast your fear about for a candle
Drawn from the tongue of this dark shore
The One Who Watches steps forth
With the World-Tree for a heart
Her fires inverted crosses
Not for Satan Not for God
But for the pagan beyond the human lust for names.
She wears a night-cloak and a gown
Woven from the void. Her feet are bare to feel the earth
As it was before human wreckage.
Blood and salt are her baptism
On this sand eons old
Her axe chants in the voice of animals
Uncorrupted and fierce
You cannot hear her anymore
But in the smallest grain she waits
To behold the divested planet
After the Self-Sacrificed species
Has rotted beyond its bones
To become the soil from which it came
And the wind through which her singing
Manifests the last mass of our loss.
3. The Black Earth
Lord Jezeus
ANU!! Have mercy on thy soul!!
Behold!! Three seals of Masshu!!
May the Gods be merciful unto thee!
May thou escape the jaws of the Maskim!
May the Gods grant thee death,
Before the Ancient Ones rule once more!
Enter the Gate of Arzir!!
Forbidden realm of the Igigi.
Speak with the daemons, and the
Souls of slaughtered men,
And the victims of Lammashta,
The sword that splits skulls.
The knowledge contained in the Book of Black Earth,
Destroyed the Palace of our Master.
Azag-Thoth called upon Marduk,
Lord of the double-headed axe.
The Spheres will not protect me!!
The Abyss will not protect me!!
The Mountains will not protect me!!
The Seas will not protect me!!
Enter the Gate of Ganzir!!
Realm of Death and Eternal Thirst.
Summon Ngaa, God of Heathens,
Who breathes searing flame,
And roars like a thousand thunders!!
I have found fear!!
4. Hagalaz
The Abbess of Abjection
Hagalaz…Hagalaz…Hagalaz
In the time of the end
No sages' divination
In the time of the cross
No sagas' animism No
Odin swinging from Yggdrasil
Each note a stone whose
Sacred strain has come
To open the mind's wild tomb
From the fields of icy prophecy
First among the Aesir
The world tree's ripest victim
The world tree's darkest savior
Nine nights & nine days
His eye hung upside down
In the haunt of sleep-starved hunger
The wound of twig-strewn ground
Shapes fell from Valhalla
Magic runic letters
Carved on wood or stone
The suffering fetters broke
Glyphs' ungodly strength
Niflheim's antidote
Healing for the roots
Sere & dragon-toothed
Ragnarok avenges the masses
Burning north in a nailed ghoul's ship
Loki at the rudder bearing down
Enraged with the flame of Nidhogg
Odin's ghost withers with the world tree
But the runes remain scattered in vastness
The sharp scored blood of their symbols
Bearing witness to the mystery of witness
5. The Sated Dead
Translation of Charles Baudelaire’s The Gladly Dead by
The Abbess of Abjection
In the rich inhuman earth, I wish to dig
Myself a grave, deeper than the darkest
Act of time
And stretch myself out on a rack of ease
To sleep obliteration
Like a shark in a storm
Hating testaments and Christ’s cracked stones
Before I’d ask you to mourn
I’d go alive and call the crows
To gut the last scrap of my carrion
You worms! Black amities without eye
Or ear, a dead man
Enters your dirt with a celebrant’s heart,
Feasting philosophers, beasts
Born of decay
Come, plunder my ruins
Without a shudder in your blood
As no torture is left to dread
For this old, soulless flesh
Dead as the dead.
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