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Victim Soul
02:43
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ZAMHAREER - THE CRACKING OF BONES
Nothing cool shall they taste therein, nor any drink. Except boiling water, and Ghasaaqaa.
It is Zamhareer, it burns them with its extreme cold just as it burns them with its heat.
the Elevated rendered what is in this world.
Fire and Ice.
Related to the heat and cold of the Hellfire.
Zamhareer - the disbeliever is thrown, to be torn apart by extreme cold.
Boiling from the heat of the fire, flesh falling off
Fleeing towards Zamhareer.
When entering, the cracking of their bones can be heard.
Relief with a cold current that breaks souls.
In torment.
Encouraging Fear of the Fire
Oh my Lord, parts within me have devoured each other.
So allow me two breaths.
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Nihil Est Innoxium
03:45
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NIHIL EST INNOXIUM
Veni, Sancte Spiritus, et emitte caelitus
Lucis tuae radium.
Veni, pater pauperum,
Veni, dator munerum,
Veni, lumen cordium.
Consolator optime,
dulcis hospes animae,
dulce refrigerium.
In labore requies,
in aestu temperies
in fletu solatium.
O lux beatissima, reple cordis intima.
Tuorum fidelium.
Sine tuo numine
Nihil est in Homine
Nihil est Innoxium
Lava quod est fordidum
Riga quod est Aridum
Fana quod est Faucium
Flecte quod est Rigidum
Fove quod est Frigidum
Rege quod est Devium
Da tuis Fidelibus
in Te Confidentibus
Sacrum Septenarium
Da Virtutis Meritum
da Salutis Exitum
da Perenne Gaudium
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Decoherence
02:23
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Prosodion
06:27
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PROSODION
Let the red wine within the goblet boil
Cold as a bubbling well
Let faint lipped shells on sands, or in great deeps, vermilion turn through all their labyrinths.
Chief isle of the embowered Cyclades,
Rejoice, O Delos!
Apollo is once more the golden theme.
Where was he, when the Giant of the Sun stood bright, amid the sorrow of his peers in the morning twilight wandered forth, beside the osiers of a rivulet?
Thus with half-shut suffused eyes he stood beneath cumbrous boughs.
Show Thy heart’s secret to an ancient Power, who hath forsaken old and sacred thrones
...for prophecies of thee, Mnemosyne!
Thy name is on my tongue, I know not how.
Why should I tell thee what thou so well seest?
Why should I strive to show what from thy lips
would come no mystery?
...what from thy lips would come no mystery?
Painful vile oblivion seals my eyes
Until melancholy numbs my limbs
Like one who once had wings.
O why should I feel cursed and thwarted
when the liegeless air yields to my step aspirant?
I cause silvery splendour to pant with bliss.
I have heard the cloudy thunder.
Knowledge makes a God of me.
Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties!
Sovreign voices, agonies, creations and destroyings, all at once
pour into the wide hollows of my brain and deify me, as if some blithe wine
or bright elixir peerless I had drunk.
And so become immortal, thus the God, while enkindled eyes
with level glance beneath white temples
stedfast kept trembling with light upon Mnemosyne.
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TO DWELL WITH CLOVEN HOOF
Go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine.
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed by nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine.
Let not the death-moth be your mournful Psyche, nor the owl.
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries.
For shade to shade will come too drowsily, and drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall, sudden from heaven, like weeping clouds
that foster the droop-headed flowers and hide green hills in April's shroud,
then dwell with cloven hoof and feed deep upon her peerless eyes.
Deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with beauty. beauty that must die.
And Joy, aching pleasure nigh.
In the temple of delight, veiled Melancholy has her sovreign shrine.
Though seen of none, save him whose strenuous tongue...
Whose strenuous tongue can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine.
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, and be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Triumphant.
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