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and I come from carnage, from the most violent song of man
you think you know me and the ones that mourn me?
then come sit awhile where your darkness summoned me
we are the flesh of darkness, the first-formed when all was darkness
you think you know God through pale form and tongue morose?
then with haste depart from me for only darkness fathoms me
East and North; these old tones
we were Gods in these halls beneath the Nile
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Ancient, Evil & African
12:12
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Ancient
Evil
African
I am
Well made by the murdering hand of God
In antediluvian foes' blood designed
The blood-stained and the demon-claimed
In pitch black skin as the author of your silence
Slave-named in the cloven tongue of ones since silent
Soul-chained to the genocide in the blood-stung valleys
Night-birthed in the motherland of the humming furies
A warlord with a heart that eagerly despairs
Uprising of spirits into coup
d'état, the rebels bled anew
red are the military truths
if color could bleed out all we knew
Pledge allegiance to the few
nameless and stateless but of heart true
uprising of spirits into coup
return the rebel to her truth
I am black and in the fields of ruthless trees I echo
Sing...sing...sing...sing...to death and destruction
Planting, toiling, tithing, till my whipped and burnt skin echoes
Sing....sing...sing....sing...to death and destruction
My name will be forgotten, its many syllables here will not echo
Nigger weaving tales of grandeur
I'll whip you into death you'll slumber
To this land you came to master
Redundancy and agriculture
To forget the ancient blood
That ran through kings
The same shade as the very darkness
That crawls upon your flesh
And when I am bones
and finally gone
bring me home
bury me at home
in a year unknown
The olden hand that made you is now withering
The less you offer of self to its beckoning
Your strength it sleeps beneath years of quivering
Your bitterness deserves some revisiting
Evil love now must be summoned
Blackest child bedecked in diamonds
In this land of ancient masters
Forestry and serpent culture
Come crawling, by these names I call you
Evil from the depths I call thee
Wargod (into...) he came from (...dark...) Ethiopia (...Afroinfinity)
The land (through...) they named (...dark...) Namibia, a prophet red (...Afronifinty)
Mournful king of Mauritania
...to dark Afroinfinity...
And demon that bred Tanzania
DARK AFROINFINITY
Thousands upon thousands; countless in fact
Oblivious of time from Kemet and Nubia ride
Blood upon the spears, blood to nourish the ground
Bloody gates of Timbuktu
Speak your blessings into the Earth
Stretching as far as Mozambique
The Nile mother of Uganda
Bleeding her love
Bleeding her love
East of North
these old tones
We were gods
In these halls
beneath the Nile
I am home
Where I am known
Inside your love - ancient, evil & African
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For the Glory of Hell
14:14
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THE ORDER:
We are the order of Omni, the blessed of Mikath and the chosen of Dhar
Here to re-establish the divinity of Kem
Adorning serpent and beast, invoking dragon of the black bleed
....let it be done....
(law of the clan)....sung every last one
DAUGHTER OF THE EVENING:
Whisper away the Vale, wither away the slave
Bitterest day and plague, circle of flame (great flame)
Mountains black, forests gold
Realm of flesh where gentiles roam
Candles burn, embers glow
Earth’s grief so grand is evermore
THE WATCHER:
Wakened sovereigns and banished pures
Blackest children, deities newer
Outcasts of heaven reigning as gods
Turned to scepters their burning rods
THE CLAN:
Picked from thee, our creed, our deeds
Infernal symbols that breed our myths
With one Eye, a thousand demons over us watch
And seed in us power for the harvest’s catch
FATHER OF VOID AND VALE:
Death magnificent
Pain and fortune well spent
To strangle the most loved ones
For every hour is now turned
Upon the opening of Hell
Whisper forth the Vale
Slither through her bled
Ancient, evil and African
Encircled in flame (ancient flame)
Quantus tremor est futurus
Sol Om On…nok tal exceed
DAUGHTER OF THE EVENING:
Father of the bleed deepen for me the anguish of the Cathe
Benamor this gentile clan that forsakes its peaceful home
For the pleasures of the storm
And vast choirs now must sing to the lustful chore of death
To the tiresome prose of sex, to every rose wrath bent
And ghost choirs now must waken into the darkened throat of Kem
Release the bleed of mournful psalm
Plague the ancient form of heaven
THE ASCENDANT:
I rode against the winds of death
To declare the house of god fallen
Now restored, the dark divinity
The faith of fire, the ageless grain
Ashes is Rome and corpse is Jerusalem
Towering over all is Kem
Et nn chasm nn et grv
Like a murder of the oldest crows
Seven deathly realms united
And out of four winds; the Vale of Amonition
Where Dagory’s name and the Ogra are hailed
Played a shadow of a man in a guise of the beast
Calling the fleshly to fathom the glory of Hell
THE WATCHER:
The above is as is below
Satan’s hand guides all
Myth confounds kings of this age
In legend thrive the Vale and the pale
THE ASCENDANT:
And ancients speak of the Southern well
Of the dark East and of Beelzebub’s haunts
The Indo Valean lodge of a thousand great souls
The valley of Baten el Ghoul where the demons drift
The hour of fanatics calls the meek liberated
The plague of children (must yield) for the glory of hell
THE ASCENDANT & THE CLAN:
To grieve in the city below
To grieve in beginning and in end
To grieve no more is to know
That to live no more is to know the glory of hell
GODSEEKER:
Great god of the seven seas
Great god of the blackest forests
Great god of time ancient and time remaining
Great god in the valleys of Hell
Whose Moon was a serpent crying
Whose dust was the passionless weight
Of the wombs of mothers dying
Consumed in the praise of their Christ
I return this vast song for the glory of hell
DAUGHTER OF THE EVENING:
Whisper again the Vale, welcome the savage magick
United the day and the plague
Devouring spirits from unsilent seas
THE CLAN:
Sing all sing
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
Ring bells ring
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
VICKONOMY:
You curse me with Christ? I know him not! I know of one who watched while the Empires of all the Earth fell one after the other only to rise again by his hand. Horned god of the witches, he is the keeper of all curses. Capricorn throne at the throat of Vengeance, the name upon which all evil strides. The holder of my Blood, Seal, Dagger. Not your god but mine!
THE CLAN:
Sing all sing
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
Ring bells ring
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
VICKONOMY:
I will watch as your doom manifests. Watch as one by one your children burn and as you their maker quakes and vanishes into the dust…
THE ASCENDANT:
For mine is the maker of eternity and what it keeps and through me he
speaks, the lord of the darkness divine. Only the strong shall his kingdom inherit…
VICKONOMY:
Not your god but mine! Not your god but mine! Never your god but mine!
THE CLAN:
Sing all sing
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
Ring bells ring
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
THE ORDER:
Father was a beast
Some of us stood near him
Others drew back from him
Sometimes Daughter played the lute
As pale evenings varied their bleak hues
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Vale Of Amonition
Vale of Amonition is a doom metal band out of East Africa; formed in Uganda, molded and shaped in Kenya. Drawing from traditional and extreme doom, the band has been able to fearlessly forge a wholesomely dark and intense stance covering three full length albums and two EPs, underscored with tribal menace. ... more
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