Chaining the Katechon

Текст песни Deathspell Omega - Chaining the Katechon

Chaining the Katechon LyricsLe verdict ne vient pas d'un coup, le processus lui-même se transforme petit à petit en verdict

In a place beyond all resistance
Devouring the roots of the bush of fire
Forsaken even by the crows
The dream of the abortion of Babylon shivers
And stuttering words
As mere echoes in the desert
Vanish in those lower spheres
Where shame is unknown
It is a vain Earth
A vision, final, of deceit
There can be no refuge
In this grotesque liquid flowing
Where shapes melt into each other
Where cause becomes consequence
To err with the insane
In hostile immensities…
How legitimate is the faith into despair ?

A bond of hallowed essence
Between all that pulsates
It is the primeval degradation
The erosion, the crumbling
The everlasting scission
It is disturbance and anxiety
As absolutes
For the world is becoming
Still, a temple stands
And a star shines

The slopes slaver pus
Towards the skies and the thorn
Courts the wound
The sun of dolour shines :
They enter in its brilliance
Those who are divided
With their dazzled mouths
The eerie ray of exile
Shall be their guide
Scattered they walk towards
The incestuous womb
The fertile womb of two
And three and all
The weight of these bodies
In the shallow waters
Shatters the poise

There is a tear of fire
In the sky of the worlds

There is a tear of fire
And your tongue of light
Caressed by the silent leprosy
Of your palate
Whispers about the gulch of lies
The tranquil occupation of agony
The dire liquors of a mass-grave
And the perilous pedagogy of the abyss

We went to the through, Lord
We went bend and convulsed
We saw blood, Lord. It was glittering
You dispensed it and we drank it
We saw your image
The gap of our eyes and mouths is void
We went bent and convulsed
It broke us and dissolved us
Liable for the core of the origins
There remains a pulsating debt
Radiant in its multiple scissions
It stands between the mother
And her repudiated child
Behind the hand that murders
And amid attempts of reconciliation
The dispersion of woe on a vain Earth
Is done with equity

The task to be achieved, human vocation
Is to become intensely mortal
Not to shrink back
Before the voices
Coming from the gallows tree
A work making increasing sense
By its lack of sense
In the history of times there is
But the truth of bones and dust

Thinly grinded to white powder
In the mill of fragmentation
You give it to brothers and sisters
The remains of the Oath
Vague echoes of a day of midnight
The advent of that which never was
The coming of a man from the grave

Still a temple stands
And a star shines

Unceasingly, those who can not be one
Exchange their rings
In an arched world
Exhausted by the division
The stale principle of stellar times
A ford alike
Between the crimson rivers
Carrying along their murky waters
Countless extinct cradles

Merely a glance ahead
Resonates the wailing of flowers
Under such a suffocating heat
That men entered into gestation
You hold a palimpsest of dolour
Once forgotten that the fall
Is our fall
That death is no channel
Anymore to rejoin the clay
Of a fractioned God

The act of a free man
Connected to the balance of the world
Projects itself into the infinite
But the fracture
Its ontological ballast
The dispersion and the overcoming
Bring a harvest of increasing conflict
A descending spiral of splinters
Lacerating the meridians

The temple stands
Its walls a prison
For the Katechon
While the plowshare grates
On the crystal hard and vivid tear
And blood pours from the furrows
While the star shines high
No place to cover from
Its rotten light…

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Sanna

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