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[vndlion] - the reward of good tidings, given to the messengers (from e, well; , tidings, from s, a messenger, angel)

Hypostatic Union: Nergal lux Inferno sol Orion ignis Concelebrated The Revelation: Seth abyssus Schism Congregation:
Maciej Malenczuk vocals on Lucifer Tomasz Osiecki sitar on Shemhamforash Guitar service by Inferno, Orion, Seth, Manticore, Hatefrost, Amplifiers service by Tomasz Wjkowski and Mark-L Arkadiusz Malczewski backing vocals on Daimonos Behemoth is exclusively tattooed by Tat Studio and Blackstar Studio Siegmar all samples and synths Pawel Hulisz - trumpet Piotr K owalkowski trumpet Bonus DVD: The Making Ov Evangelion Michal Szczerba horn Directed and edited by Kuba Mankowski Bogdan Kwiatek trombone Studio footage by Kuba Mankowski and Nergal Lukasz Gruba - tuba Interview shot by Michal Brach and Marcin Giorew All music by Nergal Photo session footage shot and edited by Grupa 13 All lyrics by Nergal and Krzysztof Azarewicz Menu design by Xaay Arrangements by Behemoth Samples arranged by Siegmar and Orion Statements by Krzysztof Azarewicz and Nergal Translations by Krzysztof Azarewicz Grammatical consultations with Sharon E. Wennekers and Katarzyna Slawska All songs published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing Produced by Nergal and Behemoth Co-produced by Daniel Bergstrand, Slavomir and Woytek Wieslawscy, Colin Richardson Recorded at RG Studios January 2009 e.v.- May 2009 e.v. Engineered by Arkadiusz Malczewski, Janusz Bryt, Kuba Mankowski Assistant engineer: Marcin Malinowski Mixed by Colin Richardson at Musikbox, Miloco Studios, London, May 2009 e.v. Mix engineer: Scott Atkins Assistant engineer: Matt Wiggins Mastered by Ted Jensen in Sterling Studio, New York, May 2009 e.v. Cover concept by Nergal and Tomasz Danilowicz Cover design and artwork by Tomasz Danilowicz, www.g-r-a-a-l.com Band photography by Maciej Boryna and Grupa13 Costumes designed and made by Kasjopea Michorowska www.rustydusty.net Make up by Behemoth Mask designed by Tomasz Danilowicz Mask made by Gellaturo

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honour me ! Chaldean priests bow to me, in adoration evangelize prophets ov the boundless joy sanctify the sin ov indulgence

(music and lyrics by Nergal)

DAIMONOS

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

we worship the sun we worship the moon spreading like rats exalted above the stars ov god all hail slain and risen god ! all hail Dionysus ! Come, blessed Dionysius, various namd, bull-facd Begot from Thunder, Bacchus famd Bassarian God, of universal might Whom swords, and blood, and sacred rage delight war be sustained ! my godless phoenix rise neer to lifeless shall I submit offering solely the sword not peace mercy and cowardice extinct within we worship the sun we worship the moon spreading like rats exalted above the stars ov god all hail slain and risen god ! all hail Dionysus !
lead: Seth lead: Nergal

The word daimon is used herein in the classical or, more precisely, Platonian context and means higher self or genius. It is very easy to see that the perception of certain subjects is the result of indoctrination. In one culture a given concept may be considered sacred, whereas in another it becomes bastardized. Information can be manipulated in order to serve our own purposes, and the history of well-established mainstream religions is full of such misuses. The concept of demon became evil because it was able to bring one to the realization of Self, which for worshipers of death-god was identical with the original sin. On the surface it is difficult to see a connection between a daimon and Chaldean priests, however Chaldean mythology provides many references to shedu, also known as lammasu, storm-demons represented as winged bulls. They acted not only as protective entities, but also keepers of the gates of dawn or illumination. The Birth of Tragedy by F. Nietzsche was another very important source for these lyrics. The text focuses mainly on exploration of Dionysian aspects of Apollo/Dionysus dichotomy: chaos, intoxication, celebration of nature, excess and glorification of the wholeness of existence. To make this message more powerful, we used excerpts from The 44th Orphic Hymn dedicated to Dionysus.

Marcel Proust

SHEMHAMFORASH The Shemhamforasch is an epithet for a 216-letter name of God discovered by medieval kabbalists, who read the
(music and lyrics by Nergal)

letters of three verses of the book of Exodus in a specific order. The name is composed of 72 groups of three letters, and each of these triplets was considered the name of an angel or higher intelligence. According to the magical tradition, King Solomon evoked 72 demons, confined them in a bronze vessel sealed by magical symbols, and obliged them to work for him. These demons are catalogued in various magical grimoires, most notably in Lemegeton, which describes their powers, appearance and manner, as well as instructions for controlling them. These demons are the shadows of the 72 angels of Shemhamforasch. Using their names and sigils, we are able to call on various demons for various favours. Regardless of our opinions on subjectivity or objectivity of such a phenomenon and despite our interpretative model of their existence, be it ontological (magicko-religious) or epistemological (magicko-scientific), certain things do happen. Demons and angels enable us to categorize life experiences and to face them more consciously. Our life and art is not about developing ideologies and different isms. It is a battlefield of opposite forces, and pangs of childbirth whose name will be Perfection.

consumed by tongues ov fire burning like Phlegethon holy gardens reduced to ash extinguishing light ov hope bringing the end ov the days words ov my gospel scattered sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing my sole companion woe to Thee ! at my command! let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem !

O ye ov little faith with ethics rotten in a moral cage dead meat thrown down to the worms to feed religious tumor corrupting marrow ov repugnant swirl at my command! let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem! at my command ! let the heads ov Samaritans pave my ways !
lead: Nergal lead: Seth

Shemhamforash !

The divine is Gods concern; the human, mans. My concern is neither the divine nor the human, not the true, good, just, free, etc., but solely what is mine, and it is not a general one, but is - unique, as I am unique. Nothing is more to me than myself! Max Stirner

OV FIRE AND THE VOID

(music and lyrics by Nergal)

TRANSMIGRATING BEYOND REALMS OV AMENTI

(music by Nergal; lyrics by Krzysztof Azarewicz)

I the Sun ov man the offspring ov the stellar race my halo fallen and crushed upon the earth that I may bring balance to this world I son ov perdition from sheer nothingness transgressed unto the highest self to utmost freedom to explore the starry nature ov my rage I pulse ov existence the law ov nature undenied I hold the torch ov Heraclites so I can shake the earth and move the suns I divine iconoclast injecting chaos into my veins with life accepted with pain resurrected is the embrace ov god in man profound the joy ov a dawn the ecstasy ov dusk nourished have I this karmic flow where great above meets great below let it be written ! let it be done ! scattered I walk towards the fractured light
lead: Seth Whilst listening to the first demo versions of this track I had an overwhelming impression that every single tone is filled with the omnipresent spirit of Dionysus, the god of ecstatic chaos and source of pure joy, reaching far beyond false boundaries between good and evil, life and death, love and hate. Dionysian rave focuses entirely on Here and Now, experiential knowledge, intuition and passion. All of these are essential factors or components of any form of art. A world governed by such virtues cannot be corrupted or repressed by order, which every culture or civilization tries to enforce. Its nature is much more primordial and pure. The same is true about creative chaos; it goes beyond any kind of intellectual analysis or speculation. It becomes a released energy, a realised potential, and it is never inert. Let us rejoice for we are as streams of lava erupting under our oceanic and cosmic Will.

there is a flame untamed deep in my heart unyielding, pure Ain Soph tis measureless our right divine: aspire to all horizons to seek nature ov things retreat within yourself to find the primal breath slaves ov the dead gods martyrs ov the falsehood your life is death now engulfed by the wake ov a million years welcome to Amenti to perceive means to know to possess means to deny in the catacombs ov life concealed within deaths vaults pure vibration lies nitya-samsarins travel to the house ov empty words Am-Heh! devour their hearts ! slaves ov the dead gods martyrs ov the falsehood your life is death now engulfed by the wake ov a million years welcome to Amenti
lead: Nergal lead: Seth

Again, on one level of interpretation, these lyrics deal with the concept of a dead soul and its inevitable fate. This term was coined by Aleister Crowley and denotes human beings who live like automatons, consumed by their desires and mammalian imprints. Amenti or Duat in Egyptian mythology denoted the Underworld, the abode of souls after death. Like the sun-god Ra, we descent into our own hells to face all aspects of life, to revitalize ourselves and to steal fire not only from heaven but also from the cauldrons of the deepest pits. There is no god but man. There is no devil but god. Verses of this song conceal the keys which can guide us beyond the state of worm-like life, to transmigrate beyond the reality of dead souls.

Jerusalem is falling ! falling ! falling ! Jerusalem is falling ! Yerushalaim nehereset !

Glory unto the Scarlet Woman, Babalon the Mother of Abominations, that rideth upon the Beast, for she hath spilt their blood in every corner of the earth and lo! she hath mingled it in the cup Aleister Crowley of her whoredom.

inflict the seed ov Eve upon me the heritage ov Cain cant be undone tis my rejection ! tis my denial ! that stirs with repulsive mortifications they attempted to deprive me from my odium ov chaos they threw my wretched body into rivers ov purgatory for such is a consequence ov my angelic nature abortion ov god in my leprous womb soiled with the miasma ov the bleakest hemisphere the formless fires ov Amenti unfold not nearly as frenzy as discordia that breeds within not nearly as frenzy as disorder that I bring universe is drained so is my heart this earth grew weary and dull is it the renaissance ov my rigid existence? is there a future for me beyond the stars? I drink to desolation I drink to your demise monarch ov neglected kingdom oh great despiser ov life et credo in serpentem misterium mysteriorum in nomen eius Baphomet

from the top ov the highest mountain prior to descent, my fall for Thee my weapon is silence I, bringer ov light to burn this goddamn Eden down ! behold! I rise from primal silence as a storm crushing dismal shores ov Acheron my weapon is violence from the mud ov the earth back to the womb ov Babalon ! sink in the stream ov woe Acheron! rise above the eyes ov god SEED OV I Necromanteion! (music by Nergal; I am the oracle I am the grace ov god I am the stream ov woe I am wrath from above
lead: Nergal lead: Seth

THE

lyrics by Nergal and Krzysztof Azarewicz)

HE WHO BREEDS PESTILENCE

(music and lyrics by Nergal)

He who breeds pestilence is a reflection of limitless freedom and the autonomy of every man. This ethos can be attained only by denying existence of the higher being hearken! my Ophities commonly called God. I was inspired by the consume the flesh and drink the blood words of Jean-Paul Sartre: if there is to be obtain communion with utmost disgrace an autonomous free man, then God must die. This brings us to the following conclusion: reject the benefits ov eucharist there is no good a priori since there is no God disdain the lie! who could create it. The only one who exists is a let you senses sharpen man creating a horizon of his values, demarcatlet your eyes see in the boundless dark ing all boundaries. He is the sole source of his resist not radiant light be like comets slashing thru the vast skies morality. Contemplating the idea of freedom, I was repeatedly confronted with omnipresent be like ravening wolves and omnipotent feelings of loneliness and empunchaining hearts tiness. Surprisingly, that vast abyss was never frightening, but infinitely fascinating. I was joynow drink to desolation ously able to exchange all those transcendrink to gods demise dental or ontological conditions into monarch ov neglected kingdom never-satisfying states of anxiety and oh great despiser ov life hunger. These emotions very often o leo et o serpens bring pain but, on the other qui perditor perdes hand, inspire and motivate sis valens nobiscum me on my path.

from Neptunian realm arisen Babylon the great I praised with the voice ov silence I called the genii ov the heights and depths I came down as raging Mars as volcanic fire god totality and I are one in the absence ov light infinite I shall become sink in the stream ov woe Acheron ! rise above the eyes ov god Necromanteion !

The seed ov I is the true essence of every star. It is not the ego but rather the Self. It is rooted deep in the fertile soil which for a disabled Nazarene was considered dead matter. Roots of the seed reach depths of the Underworld, and those of us who want to achieve heights must also explore depths. One of the portals leading to the Underworld, to the realm of subconscious stratum, is Necromanteion - an ancient Greek temple of necromancy devoted to Hades and Persephone. The word Nekromanteion means the Oracle of Death. Todays world seems to be nothing more than the realm of the dead. Weak and vile humans creep into the dirt from which they sprang. The stream of Acheron takes them down to their final destination and their bell strikes for the last time. The only way out is to perfect ourselves through the alkhemical process of transformation, to enter the realm of the dead, take the prima materia, and metamorphose it into pure philosophical gold. We descend through a chthonic series of meandric corridors of life making offerings to the gods as we pass through the gates of initiation into mysteries of existence. The nobility of our acts, courage of our hearts and strength of our bodies are the practical keys for this Great Opus. Parts two and three of these lyrics were inspired by the Orphic Hymns translated by Thomas Taylor (1758-1835) and should be considered as incantations of our highest aspirations.

Those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over themBring them here and kill them in front of me Jesus, (Luke 19:27)

Let them hate me, so that they will but fear me.

ALAS, LORD IS UPON ME

(music and lyrics by Nergal)

Caligula

behold! as Rome burns so do I tis not the last empire to crumble I bore witness to rise and fall ov tribes ov Adonai and fallen short ov a glory ov god lord ov hosts whore ov salvation tear the skies as you spread your legs vomit forth upon my head all afflictions and abominations known to man
Tyranny preys on fear. Most human beings are slaves of abhorrence, anxiety, cowardice and despair. The communion they partake in is abomination and the name of their sacrament is a stupor which ends in a final sleep of the soul. The bounds are so painful and the chains are so strong that they prefer to humbly kneel before the reality with eyes fixed on the cold floor of churches, town halls and banks. If any of them think we are here to rebel for the sake of rebellion, they are mistaken. Our goal is to bring fire from heaven and hell in order to purify the corrupted state of being. We fear nothing. Our aim is to transgress the barriers of slavery, to rise and awake, to transform fear into philosophical awe of the universe, which heavily falls on our fragile bodies and crushes our souls with the totality of experience.

I am God, and all other gods are my imagery. I gave birth to myself. I am millions of forms excreating; eternal; and nothing exists except through me; yet I am not themthey serve me.

These lyrics are powerful enchantments calling forth divine force and fire weapons enabling us to leave the world of limitations, tyranny and restrictions behind. They invoke mighty archetypes of ancient Khem and its sidereal legacy. Tyranny and sin are the weapons of Black Brothers, slaves of rotten rood and servants of the biggest sect in the world. If they want kingdom on the Earth so mote it be! Our kingdom is that of the stars!

DEFILING MORALITY OV BLACK GOD

(music by Nergal; lyrics by Krzysztof Azarewicz and Nergal)

grant me profane kiss oh Isis mother ov all thy lips like morphine teasing my slumbering heart release me! this cosmos is way to small come down on earth, evangelize ! ravishing muse abduct my spirit and bury my will in spacious beyond that human thought can never reach alight upon the earth and consecrate my engines ov life! and so I chant that triumph ov might trampling kingdoms ov conscience I, the archangel ov wrath with one word, the unholy sword I overmastered every image ov god I come in splendor and golden glory seeking war trophies and sacred spoils to purify this heart ov mine to cast away rotten rood defile morality ov the blind god defiling morality ov black god
background lead: Seth lead: Nergal

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