Mass Grave Aesthetics Lyrics
| Song | Mass Grave Aesthetics |
| Artist | Deathspell Omega |
| Album | Mass Grave Aesthetics |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| “What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? | |
| What matters the death of vague human beings, | |
| If thereby the individual affirms himself?” – Laurent Tailhade | |
| The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, | |
| Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven | |
| The culture of transgression is mine and my descent | |
| Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl… | |
| Sic volo, | |
| Sic jubeo, | |
| Stat pro ratione voluntas | |
| The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, | |
| Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, | |
| Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized | |
| The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, | |
| Too great for the eyes of merely a man… | |
| Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence | |
| And will for Vice is like the mind's dark radiance | |
| Which blinds and of which I'm dying | |
| Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things | |
| And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being | |
| Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, | |
| The splendor of the obscene and inhuman; | |
| For what matters the death of a vague human beings | |
| If thereby the individual affirms himself? | |
| Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, | |
| When inversion is complete and total | |
| The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light | |
| But the process of seeing being taken to its limit | |
| That thorough derangement of the senses, | |
| Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light | |
| Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah… | |
| Si non credideritis, | |
| Non inteligetis | |
| The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself | |
| And takes possession of the quintessential human soul | |
| Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh | |
| Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit | |
| The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence | |
| From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin | |
| If a faith and a belief aren't nurtured by the moist of blood | |
| They do not grow, nor do they live | |
| It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves | |
| That we do measure the propagation of our faith | |
| Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion | |
| Legs in the air, like a whore – displayed, indifferent to the last | |
| A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas… | |
| This is you, nourishing | |
| The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
| " What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? | |
| What matters the death of vague human beings, | |
| If thereby the individual affirms himself?" Laurent Tailhade | |
| The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, | |
| Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven | |
| The culture of transgression is mine and my descent | |
| Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl | |
| Sic volo, | |
| Sic jubeo, | |
| Stat pro ratione voluntas | |
| The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, | |
| Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, | |
| Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized | |
| The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, | |
| Too great for the eyes of merely a man | |
| Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence | |
| And will for Vice is like the mind' s dark radiance | |
| Which blinds and of which I' m dying | |
| Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things | |
| And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being | |
| Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, | |
| The splendor of the obscene and inhuman | |
| For what matters the death of a vague human beings | |
| If thereby the individual affirms himself? | |
| Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, | |
| When inversion is complete and total | |
| The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light | |
| But the process of seeing being taken to its limit | |
| That thorough derangement of the senses, | |
| Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light | |
| Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah | |
| Si non credideritis, | |
| Non inteligetis | |
| The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself | |
| And takes possession of the quintessential human soul | |
| Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh | |
| Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit | |
| The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence | |
| From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin | |
| If a faith and a belief aren' t nurtured by the moist of blood | |
| They do not grow, nor do they live | |
| It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves | |
| That we do measure the propagation of our faith | |
| Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion | |
| Legs in the air, like a whore displayed, indifferent to the last | |
| A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas | |
| This is you, nourishing | |
| The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
| " What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful? | |
| What matters the death of vague human beings, | |
| If thereby the individual affirms himself?" Laurent Tailhade | |
| The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death, | |
| Eerie parallel tongues and the piping of heaven | |
| The culture of transgression is mine and my descent | |
| Makes me ascend in a repugnant swirl | |
| Sic volo, | |
| Sic jubeo, | |
| Stat pro ratione voluntas | |
| The black Idol fills the veil of flesh with noxious smoke, | |
| Depicting primal human experiences indifferently, | |
| Contemptuous of moral concerns, dehumanized | |
| The howling of wolves and the destructive sword are portions of Eternity, | |
| Too great for the eyes of merely a man | |
| Transcendence of thresholds occurs with violence | |
| And will for Vice is like the mind' s dark radiance | |
| Which blinds and of which I' m dying | |
| Corruption is the spiritual cancer reigning in the depths of things | |
| And it fills until the last cell of my vivid being | |
| Dissolution and putrefaction, prevailing Aesthetic experience, | |
| The splendor of the obscene and inhuman | |
| For what matters the death of a vague human beings | |
| If thereby the individual affirms himself? | |
| Violence exists I the moment when the eye turns upwards into the head, | |
| When inversion is complete and total | |
| The darkness of the upturned eye is not the absence of light | |
| But the process of seeing being taken to its limit | |
| That thorough derangement of the senses, | |
| Way beyond the deceptive conflict between darkness and light | |
| Opens perceptions to the tyranny of the Chekhinah | |
| Si non credideritis, | |
| Non inteligetis | |
| The dimension of ethereal totalitarianism discloses itself | |
| And takes possession of the quintessential human soul | |
| Like a nail hammered through most tender flesh | |
| Aeons separate the one whose eyes have seen through the night of the spirit | |
| The king, the Lord of hosts, draped in terrifying magnificence | |
| From the gleaming clot of trembling vermin | |
| If a faith and a belief aren' t nurtured by the moist of blood | |
| They do not grow, nor do they live | |
| It is at the magnitude of daily murders, massacres and mass graves | |
| That we do measure the propagation of our faith | |
| Hearken and recognize, that hideous carrion | |
| Legs in the air, like a whore displayed, indifferent to the last | |
| A belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas | |
| This is you, nourishing | |
| The grand Mass Grave Aesthetics! |
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