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Black Earth Within
06:36
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In my despair toward this existence, I rent the veils that obscured the void. Within I sought the deafening silence, wordless words of they who teach the ways, that I may embody their hate and wrath toward all. The staves were cut and the blood did color the spirit; touched is the spirit called. Asked in full knowledge and feigned ignorance of consequence to slash and burn and clear the way. Scoured clean as the void I am, the unquiet of Ur. Sightless eyes have seen the lightless light. Passed through the fire I have and returned as charred yew ash floating on the wind, choking out the day. Given momentary form to the ever formless, to snuff out the impulses of existence. You see before you one born of flame who has lost all, had it burned away. Between the fevered pyres of wrath and will I’m lost, within the drowning waters I am saturated. How many times? How many times have I stood grasping the keys to the doors of death? How many times has the void returned it’s stare? Be forever within me, make my form your vessel to open up the ways that poison this world!
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Ek kalla eitrdrekki - make my form your vessel to open up the ways! Throw our bodies into the chasm, make our every breath our sacrifice. We must bring ourselves low - we must! We are these great buildings, great towers, rooted monoliths built over recurrent time. We must bring ourselves low, give everything in sacrifice to that which burns within us, pure and unyielding. Reduce these buildings, buildings to bricks, bricks to fragment, fragment to rubble, rubble to dust, dust to atom, nothing to naught. We must reside in constant death, our own hand must draw the knife! For herein lies our liberation, in these deaths of our own design. Reduce these buildings, buildings to bricks, bricks to fragment, fragment to rubble, rubble to dust, dust to atom, nothing to naught. We must reside in constant death, our own hand must draw the knife! For herein lies our liberation, in these deaths of our own design. So from the rooftops hang your heads knowing that you were never free. Until the day you embrace death, you are unworthy! The blood must be let and the blood must flow until we move, move without shackles, without restraint. On our breath the sacred nothing flies, embodied and itself dying out to the fullness of nothingness. Bricks to fragment, fragment to rubble, rubble to dust, dust to atom, atom to naught, cells into vapor, vapor to nothing - deaths of our own design.
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Make Me The Voice
06:20
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I reach into the darkest depths of my cold heart to draw upon the frozen crystal spores of Hagalaz. Enshrine the icy curse welled up in my throat to spew forth raging permafrost and eitr black. Let me sing the words to end the worlds - make me the voice to stop the turn. Let me speak the opening of the locks - make me the voice so that all knots fail. Make me as a vortex to let the noisom world know silence! Make me as a rushing wind to freeze the blood! Make me the roarer to stop all hearts. Make me the voice! I will reach within and grasp the words, pull them up and spew them forth. Let me smear the chalk scrawled upon the walls of artifice. Let me be as turpentine to the paint of the gods. Let me be as wind to chiseled markings and the sands of time. Poison my heart, poison my mind, poison my flesh, poison my bones, make me the voice! Poison my breath, poison my blood, poison my soul, poison my spirit, make me the voice! Infect my heart, infect my mind, infect my flesh, infect my bones, make me the voice! Infect my breath, infect my blood, infect my soul, infect my spirit. I will reach within and grasp the words, pull them up and spew them forth! Rise in my heart, rise in my mind, rise in my flesh, rise in my bones, make me the voice! Rise in my breath, rise in my blood, rise in my soul, rise in my spirit, make me the voice!
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All Knots Untied
05:50
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Mother of Wolves! Come to me at midnight! Open my eyes in thy darkness, awaken my mind from sleep, from the delirium of drunken illusion. Come into my dreams and direct me in the dimming of light. Open my hands to the methods of the movements to break all space and time: the most lawless of arts, to render all knots untied! By the threads that are silent, by the blood that unbinds, snap the filaments unseen - all knots untied! In thy wisdom raise the blade in my willing hand, draw the edge down against the threads to release my fate from the tyrant stars. Ever beloved of evil minds. Teach the whispering of reversal, show me the knots to be untied to bring repose from this suffering. Restful sleep wrapped in the nothing beyond the gaze of the one eyed god - all knots untied! In the depths of my heart, in the depths of my mind, burn the husk of my soul, break the ties that would bind. Utterance of the storms that ignite the pyre burning the son of light - all knots untied! Ama, come from the night leaning on your carven staff. Shroud my every thought with your black light; wrap me in death musted robes, age tattered and rime cold. In vitra, in aldna, oldest divine, wrap me in death musted robes, age tattered and rime cold - all knots untied! Break the spindle heads from the loom, make my heart as your own: spear pierced and crystalline, thrice burnt, thrice born, flame smoked and dripping with rime! Hone the blade and hand me the knife to cut the throats of the weavers of wyrd - all knots untied.
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In a small lamp of oil this flame was brought hatefully into being; in hubris snatched from nothing and tossed into suffering. From the torrents of black was it plucked, the flint violently struck, and in misfortune the spark took, the doors of the cage firmly locked. There is naught to do but tend it, build it into a firebrand of rebellion! Tossed into the oil well of creation to bring all into a rapturous consumption, burn all the world into bright dissolution to burn this fucker down! And as fires burn high to turn all to soot on the breeze, return it to black comforting silence, all alive will breathe a thankful last sigh. And as the fires grow cold and the embers fail to glow, may great dark sleep enfold and nothingness engulf - and may this flame flicker out, be erased from all consciousness without a doubt. From the torrents of black was it plucked, the flint violently struck, and in misfortune the spark took, the doors of the cage firmly locked. There is naught to do but tend it, build it into a firebrand of rebellion! Tossed into the oil well of creation to bring all into a rapturous consumption, burn the world into bright dissolution to burn this fucker down! And as fires burn high to turn all to soot on the breeze, return it to black comforting silence, all alive will breathe a thankful last sigh. And as the fires grow cold and the embers fail to glow, may great dark sleep enfold and nothingness engulf - and may this flame flicker out, be erased from all consciousness without a doubt. There is nought to do but tend it, build it into a firebrand of rebellion - may this flame flicker out! Bring all into that rapturous consumption, burn all the world into bright dissolution - may this flame flicker out! The greatest part of us all is that part that must be dissolved - may this flame flicker out! I’ll release this spark from the torturous wheel. I will snuff this flame in the waters of Ginn. I’ll release this spark from the torturous wheel, I will snuff this flame in the waters of potentiality! There is nought to do but tend it, build it into a firebrand of rebellion - may this flame flicker out! Bring all into that rapturous consumption, burn all the world into bright dissolution - may this flame flicker out!
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Unimpeded By The Weight
07:50
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In thy honor I reject this mask, even as I don it. I raise it to my lips as I tear it from my face, in hope that one day I will find the way; in hope that one day, this mask will be torn from my face. I will learn to move unimpeded by the weight. The rags that cover this wretched form, same as the wretched flesh that binds my light, are illusion and obsolete; are plastic and parasite, as is this prison of my being. In hope that one day I will find the way, in hope that one day this mask will be torn from my face, I will learn to move unimpeded by the weight. And so I worship thee as all as nothing, that movement behind the veils untouched by form of light, unscathed by the revelations of god, untouched by form of light. Usher me on the path of thorns and scorched earth to the rocky shores of the gap! And so I worship thee as all as nothing, that movement behind the veils, unscathed by the revelations of god, untouched by form of light. So I will rise and fall like tides, and I will sink to the greatest depths; I, in hope that one day I will find the way, in hope that one day this mask will be torn from my face, in hope that one day I will learn to move unimpeded by the weight.
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Nixil Baltimore, Maryland
Nixil is a manifestation of chaos, rage, strength, and despair.
Our aim is to strip away the illusions and limitations of
existence through an honest and sincere appeal to the art, magick and potential of black metal. Always anticosmic, always antifascist.
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