Birefringence

Midwives of horror, look to the sky at dawn The external vortex encircling us Hot whirling atoms split apart Smoking dust, chaos, darkness The process of transfiguring things into flames The rocky law of condemnation and double generation and death Like a river afraid to reflect, longing to reach its end Like men on a ship who walk in a direction opposite the one in which the ship is going The spill of accursed meridians, passing daily, one upon the next A single catastrophe piling wreckage upon wreckage A pile of debris growing skyward History delivered from the cloaca of time Angelus Novus

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

There is a light that shines in darkness The darkness does not comprehend A wound was made within the brain And has never healed Wisdom is the blade that cuts the wise Reason is a hidden will to death Death comes with knowledge’s release Deus Arimanius Thought changed the infinite to a serpent, That which pitieth to a devouring flame, And man fled from its face and hid within forests of night Then the eternal forests were divided Into earths rolling in circles of space, That like an ocean rushed and overwhelmed all Except this finite wall of flesh Why is light given?

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

The system of names covers the room of individual misery with mirrors When one turns to look at one’s profile in the shadow, one destroys it The gaze inward yields nothing but the process of gazing This horrible feeling of a blind, cut-off space behind the fullness of everything This half that is always missing even when everything is a whole

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Sacrifice everything comforting, holy, healing, all hope, All faith in a concealed harmony, future bliss and justice Worship stone, stupidity, gravity, fate, nothingness The harshest of daylight, rational at any cost, Without instinct, in opposition to the instincts Reject every consolation and deception Bear the privation of every hope Gaze on the desert of life Break the revering heart Return to zero Begin again For us, there remains only nothingness

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Not the same shape in changing light But different shapes in the same light That penetrates everything There is no being behind doing Only fiction added to the deed The cold ashes of a dead fire The locked prison of the moment A great door through which there is no passage All roads disgorge to black decay In the highest circle mystery reigns over ambiguity and the frail light of the intellect goes out pitifully The agony and despair of spreading bones The foam that flows from the mouths of wild boars The wheel that hurtles down toward emptiness The naked flayed head without a face

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?