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Media Morte in Vita Sumus

by Xenotaph

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1.
Firmly in the grasp of the Devil now, I begin my descension far below a pantheon of broken gods, where my true direction may be carved: downward, inward, deeper into the wound which bore the world, that wound inflicted upon itself, that platform for all pain to exist upon. Beset with his madness, I tremble before the vastness of his presence. My flame grows colder, darker as the Adversary bears me in his throes. Eternity is open below me. My wings are burned black and carry me only down away from the creaking mass of a ruined tree of life. The eye upon the apex is gouged and the illumination you so fear exists below - where I have raised my left hand to sever the right, where I have gazed upon YHWH's light and torn out my eyes; for I have found the temple of the Androgyne Divine and shall stand before its gleaming majesty to style myself as a god.
2.
I am gravitating to the center of the earth and swimmimg into the bottom of the mind. I have forced open the gate at the pit of the self and opened my body for the black light. Cast out of YHWH's realm with no intent to return, I have entered the shattered tomb of the immortal unknown. Hatred and love, no reason betwixt, for passion is all that exists. For what is frozen and dead at the pit of the psyche is alive and burning within me. I have replaced all fear of the dark with revulsion at what looms above. So I have set my course for the other side of Eden! I shall traverse its frozen plains and melt all ice in my path, enduring leagues of dead flesh in search of the flaming pinnacles of Nod where roams Death and the power and truth he holds. I was buried alive among the nearly dead. I was awake but unable to move. Surrounded by a clawing cancer crying, "solstafir!" I dove hellward toward my tomb!
3.
So I carved a dark pit of sin and vice, black flame and cold flesh armored in ice. Light of all lights, ignite in my blood the thirst to carry me through life after life bound in eternal opposition. Yours is the face of my ecstasy and terror. Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum. Wounds stitched with fire, born again unto you! Light of all lights, ignite in my flesh the hunger to carry me through life after life bound in eternal opposition. Adversarial curses carve the hypocrite out of my flesh! Antagonistic forces ruin this human-shaped shell!
4.
Crucified in tandem bearing twice-recycled stigmata, the Father and Holy Spirit! Strung up like thieves before their abject dwellers of light, arms open wide to be devoured. The wretched souls willfully damned to Heaven in torturous praise shall flood the earth as in days of old with their weeping as they are left a subservient mass with nothing to worship but the lifeless bodies of a tyrant torn to pieces. For on this day the omnipotent shall be rendered lame. The earth will tremble as she takes on the burden of four severed limbs defeated by Morning. And on this night the omniscient shall be rendered blind, and who would question the worth of a god who allowed His legless adversary to crawl the earth? And at dawn the unholy shall open their mouths at the blackest of masses to consume not the man-contrived body of Christ but the slivers of YHWH's all-raping phallus. Not wine but the blood of His useless stumps shall cascade into each decaying chalice, and in flagrant defiance of the word delivered before I shall scream forth my lord Satan's malice. And on this morning the almighty eunuch shall crawl in the dark among worms, and the limbs of a world of His children who have closed their ears to the call shall form the dirt around him.
5.
Media morte in vita sumus. Quem quaerimus vindictem nisi te, Domine, qui per peccatis nostris factum immortali? Deus Malus, Angelus Fortis, profanus et immitus Messorem, de amarae vita tradas nos.
6.
He who bled this flesh paradigm to its marrow, he who devised an illusion of splendor and perished under its glamour, he who carved a throne of excrement and ruled from a stolen body, he who cowered below all styled himself as king of all vermin.... His agony shall ignite the purest of ecstasies, he who crumbles and bleeds his filth upon the rocks below. His nostrils are assaulted by the stench of a burning ring of scum surrounding a cold, dead stone. My bloodthirst quenched, my urine will salt his fields six hundred and sixty-six times over.
7.
My army of the dead plows eastward. Behind me lays mankind charred, mutilated, flayed. The stagnant suffocating air carries nothing but the stench of earth's decrepit corpse. We speak the language of sacrifice now. The beast shall rage forth into the fray to inherit his earth from the meek. Come Conquest and War, come Famine and Death! I descend with the wolves, fang and claw led by horns, an adversary scorned by thy god and His gall. Come Astaroth and Azazel, come Satan and Baal! Tragically fertile earth greets my every step and I march before her scorched, fallow body. The father is fallen, the ravaged mother is razed, and the child is liquid at my feet. The temple of Man is engulfed by my flame, a sweeping fury that YHWH Himself could not restrain from the broken circle that burns within my breast. Come Conquest and War, come Famine and Death! From heaven rains gore under God disemboweled, demiurgic blood, infernal seed drowned. A barren land sown by murder on high. Come now Prince of Darkness, come now Lord of Flies! I sold my soul to the Devil for the power of utter misanthropy. I opened myself for the Chaos and let its strength fill me. I turned my back on the sanctum and severed the cosmic blood bond. I slit the throat of my throat of my brother and raised my left hand against all mankind. The monolithic gateway before the abyss infernal crumbles to nothing under chaos eternal. A grand upheaval, no trace of Man is left for a horned piper has led all vermin to death.
8.
O miserable persistence of monolithic creation! O rotting womb of leprous stagnation! Stare into Tartarus, you insect, into the void which will not blink. The abyss howls its curse at a worthless body, daring it to take one further step beyond the periphery, promising that nothing will break its fall. As the fallen flesh-god nailed to his throne died an unbeliever and a wretch, I dare you to face the void and trust it. Your eyes contain your own unlit tunnels to nihil. Every ounce of your being begs itself for an end. Evil is pulsing through the shaded corners of your world, can you feel its claws taking root in the black recesses of your soul? I am the black god of lidless eyes. I am the chthonic body of serpentine birth. I am the desecrator of the prophet. I am the undoer of his work. I am the shadow-dwelling voice of devastation. I am the source of all your pain. I implore to abandon existence. I urge you to sever your chains. This is the peak and the pit of your despondent reality. Enter the suffocating embrace of my hatred for your kind. Fall headlong into my pit of poisoned worms. Allow me to incinerate your body with my freezing disgust!
9.
By the power of all that may never take shape, I will the destruction of all that has. The blinding heatless light of causal thought, extinguished by the dragons of the nameless god of the dark! Plucked from the womb of the Nightside, the fetal universe is aborted, igniting Hell on Earth under a divine eye inverted. The holy keystone of YHWH at the firmament's center - devoured. And so begins the crumbling of an empire. The magnificent thunder of Satan! The roar of stone crashing to earth! Sulfur rains from a black maw into blackness, that Chaos may reign. Awaken O Sightless One, a single uncovered eye to guide thy hunger. Throw your flaming curse into stagnant cosmos as the gates before the abyss dissolve. Behold now the structures of YHWH, manifested in time and space, annihilated by the horned one's heads! The celestial vaults are fallen and the firmament boils in the oceans. An empty sky weeps fire upon Creation. The magnificent thunder of Satan! The roar of stone crashing to earth! Sulfur rains from a black maw into blackness, that Chaos may reign. Judge me O Shining One. Anointed in the blood of a dead world I stand. Rays of radiant darkness pierce me as I enter the other side!

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Nine hymns crafted over the course of four years praising death, chaos, and the Devil.

Physical copies available via Transylvanian Tapes. transylvaniantapes.bandcamp.com/album/xenotaph-media-morte-in-vita-sumus

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released November 11, 2017

Z - Guitars, Vocals
R - Guitars
A - Bass Guitar
E - Drums

Drums recorded by Adam Gambel and Alex Spencer in the Autumn of MMXVI. Guitars and vocals recorded by Adam Gambel in the Winter and Spring of MMXVII. Mixed by Adam Gambel and mastered by Patrick Hills in the Summer of MMXVII. Cover artwork by J. Visher. All music written by Xenotaph.

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Utter misanthropy and blasphemy hailing from California.

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