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.​.​.​Behold, A Pale Sky

by In Demise

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tremulous numb cluster the point of principle defiled trenched obliterated stumbling into misty deep blue gargling on infected influence implemented change of bias to equally blotted concepts inveigled body landslide rush through decomposed ideals disabled to distinguish unfulfilled exigence exhausting expedition leads to frustration leads to expressed destructive results in dissipated exertion disabled to distinguish unfulfilled exigence disabled to rush through decomposed ideals gargling on infected influence
Cursed Words 03:09
lies, half-truth, misinformation follow Stardom, gossip, panem et circenses opium for the masses uniformed, uninformed, confused and nauseated defending, expanding, liberate, proliferate prospering in rampant growth, bleeding dry the globe living on the starving, feeding needs with hope face the inevitable no alternative is at hand all shall give all that they have united we shall stand privatize the profits and socialize the risks the benefits of economy – the benefits of men oppressing the masses with labour and consumption numb their senses and make them tired to prevent the formation of opinion at the shrines of finances we bow before our masters immolating our virtues lies, half-truth, misinformation follow Stardom, gossip, panem et circenses opium for the masses uniformed, uninformed, confused and nauseated in these days of great confusion and mistrust we pledge allegiance to those who lead… ever since
creeping and creeping and waiting to be seen and felt and heard waiting to feed total corruption of all organic life and it burns, it burns cold and wet – but it burns like the worm that gnaws as it rips and it claws always and ever – inevitably forever crawling and lurking from beyond infinity descending into our reality borne from light invisible the hue, the colour not from this world hungry and fertile it drips and it flows, it seeps and it soaks– inexorably incorporeal though conscious amoral indifference oozing from the skies trickling into the soil infesting phreatic water chthonic – hypogeal subterrestrial brood cells incorporeal though sentient amoral indifference oozing from the skies trickling into the soil infesting phreatic water dry and grey and brittle draining out the host like the leech that feasts it drinks and it eats it grows and it sucks multiplying relentlessly
Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles the son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures an ode to wrath O Manyu! your assistants, deride and trounce over our enemies an ode to wrath You are the slayer of the unfriendly, remover of all sorrow grant me power during war-time, destroy our enemies shed your wrath upon those that carry ill-will for us and those whom we deem our enemies March on, like flames of fire in form, Slay thou our foes, distribute their possession An ode to wrath With thee to aid, O thou of perfect splendour, we raise the glorious battle-shout for conquest let our enemies with stricken spirits, over-whelmed with terror, sling away defeated
unknown vibe infiltrate desolate transmit to a disaffected central nervous system cut old ties build out lies generate fabricate redemptive cold decision reckless translation totally optimized compound slice and dice slide the knife take out all the unwanted disturbing extremities progress don’t stop to review the choice to reshape all the unwanted extremities success – at last! what is left it is the beauty in itself peerlessly the perfect match to the disaffected nervous system consistency of body and soul has come true satisfaction is now the steady state condition
the quest for wisdom – arcane knowledge of the dead the faustian strife – an urge as old as man itself the price irrelevant – regardless of what it shall take the avail so valuable – inestimably sumptuous called up from the essential salts of humans dust don´t call up, any that you cannot put down ask for the lesser, lest the greater shall not answer bear in mind that no part must be missing for the finest results to be had loathsome and appalling, too palpably incomplete, offensively unfinished is what is raised from imperfect salts and from the seeds of the old shall one be borne who shall look back though knowing not what he seeks
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
reading between the lines, see the truth behind the lies, pieces of knowledge never to be correlated don´t believe a thing everything is possible warpainting the stratosphere – …behold, a pale sky orchestrate the climate change – …behold, a pale sky …behold, a pale sky! conspiring against the meek to depopulate the globe the shepherd that slays the sheep - their master plan unfolds the occult order, the unseen hand that pulls the strings preserve the ancient lineage tainted with unearthly blood in the very beginning of human history conducting famine and drought – …behold, a pale sky poison the soil with venomous fallout – …behold, a pale sky …behold, a pale sky disjointed knowledge separated by design piecing together what should never be revealed mind-controlled through aerosols we´re digging our own graves a populace kept uninformed is a populace enslaved weaponize the firmament – …behold, a pale sky death is raining from the skies - …behold, a pale sky …behold, a pale sky shine a light on the obscured acts of the ill-luminated behind the curtains accidents are nonexistent watch with open eyes and eventually you shall see for yourselves…
thy name shall forever be removed from history struck from all monuments and erased from all the records Nephren-Ka, heretic of heretics, to protect the pious and devout from the wrath of the gods thy transgressions shall remain unnamed the lightless temple to house the Haunter of the Dark nameless cults of hideous blasphemies, their idols carven in strangely coloured stone, their ill-bred rites detestable and profane the many-angled extraneous artifact nearly black though luminous crafted on dark Yuggoth showing the heavens and distant worlds “…and the abyss also gazes into you” half-formed worlds of wonder and of terror chaos is merged into order it´s fascination alarming and malign it´s promises compelling and corruptive Nyarlathotep – the Crawling Chaos, mighty messenger, priest and soul of the outer gods
Taking from the poorest of the poor take their homes, take their lives, take their land no good will ever be appreciated unless it is completely privatized we bring the benefits of a globalized world a global village, void of boundaries the free market, that frail and fragile bud it shall blossom even in the driest soil controlling and regulating itself the free market brings prosperity and wealth liberate the global trade for the benefit of the customers produce for the first world human capital, your trump card supporting you with foreign aid we are responsible kept too weak to uprise too thirsty, too hungry too poor to oppose your oppressors put off, held back over a billion on the brink of extinction living from the waste of the civilized world ten-thousands starving on a daily basis now they come to claim what is rightfully theirs
Behold the cloudy orb like artifact the crystal globe of Zon-Mezzamalech once lost in half-fabled Mhu-Thulan long before the advent of modern man briefly mentioned in the Book of Eibon either unknown to, or omitted by Alhazred obscure, ominous, ante-human lore predating the practice of spoken word Behold the intermittent glowing in its heart alternately illumed and darkened from inside slightly flattened at both of it´s poles mirroring all the things that ever were For Ubbo-Sathla is the source and the end. Before the coming of Zhothaqquah, Yok-Zothoth or Kthulhut from the stars, Ubbo-Sathla dwelt in the steaming fens of the newmade Earth. And all earthly life, it is told shall go back at last through the great circle of time to Ubbo-Sathla, Magna Mater


Second Album


released October 26, 2016

David Kögler: Guitar/Backing Vocals
Arne Maneke: Guitar
Conor Michael: Drums
Johann-Jacob Lau: Bass
Florian Lorenz: Vocals


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In Demise Berlin, Germany

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