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NAMUH

by Nihternnes

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1.
Tell me of strange Things! And the Foxes of Samson which, fallen to Heresy- Faces looking both Ways but tied by their burning tails Flit with many torches ‘midst the fields of the Lord Now white unto harvest and shining with the splendour of the Faith Thrice-Greatest Hermes! Tell me of Thy Naasseenes Read to me hermetic scripts of bloodsoaked rituals Tell me of the Doctrines of NAMUH The Heavenly NAMUH That Son of GOD who descended To become a Slave of the Fate-Sphere That Son of GOD who descended Into weakness and bondage
2.
A girl, unlike others A Sorceress Like an old TOAD that carries in its head the Jewel of the Stars This puffy incubus Blending sultry Romish ritual With filth scrawled on a Pompeiian pavement The Path of a Sign is the Path of its alteration Moving toward the horizon Hamlet is glad that his Goal is unattainable The Path of a Sign is the Path of its alteration
3.
937 07:25
Where does the WIND arise That rattles in our ears? Where does the WIND arise That blows sand in our eye? A tethered ram dies The bloody red Death And then gifted entry through the open Gate that is always Shut Where does the WIND arise That tears the Word from our lips? Where does the WIND arise That keeps us from walking upright? Across the invisible tightrope thread Of measured tread over the bridge of no return Of giving head in the fields of no return Does it grow out on the field where the Oaks are planted? Thus that made manifest Out of the In of the Hastening While borne anew into the Glory of the Living Death Does it drop from the Mountains that They are planning to level? Beloved World Citizen of the City of Nine Gates Hearken there! Stirrings within the Centrifuge… O NAMUH I was out there beyond the Oaks And not a breeze was stirring And I was up on the Highest Peaks My hair was barely dishevelled No! Not them, never…
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938 02:57
There is a scent of Rot on the WIND this day Don’t bother me Or tell me the Wonders of the Graveyard For They are so diverse and large that there are no living Earthlings who can believe that such Things as this were ever seen! Thee, for whom the Bell tolls That Clarion Call – a meeting of parallel Wombs What else can I do but assume that the WIND springs up inside our own City From the Septic Pits as a draught between the Houses? It is not a natural phenomenon, O NO
5.
BEING Taken to task and no Questions askes A BEING, measured BEING Wanting to be Weighed in the BALANCE That the BALANCE be not found Wanting Seeking to establish EQUILIBRIUM of magnetic THOUGHT Energies which are the makeshift Engines of DECEIT Sponsoring Realities Fine Conspiracy of Deluded Illusion Falsely presenting the Notion of the I ME MINE Falsity that is the Accepted Minds: MINE / I / MY O My own MIND’S eye Enter the Chrysalis Blessed, and held in the LIGHT Tight fit of the Osiris Box Wherein DARK is to LIGHT AZIZ BLACK is to WHITE Where head is to foot AZIZ nose is to tail Inside is Out AZIZ front is to back Where the Downside Up of the Upside Down is always right side Up Thee the Sacred Spiral Nucleus of the mirrored image mirage As it meets itself halfway through a reverse turn juxtaposition In a bisection of instants that marks the BIRTHING of a New kind of CONSCIOUSNESS Another twist in the revolving resolving of that turning Circle of the Living Process That ISIS – that Creative Loving Combustion of the Sight LIGHT Flight of the Phoenix A BEING Reflecting the Shadowlands’ refraction of that Lost Within the Magical Mirror That is Thine and Mine own MINDS I am become Hermes - Mercurius I am The WAY The TRUTH The LIFE I am become Divine LOVE I am become Divine THOUGHT I am Service and Duty I Evolve All from One and One from All
6.
Your Empire is on its knees Your Empress salaciously Sits, fellating as Vardan-She Her mouth is wide to receiveth me Sangloter pour sa Droite DIVIN Strokes longingly one by one Sucks madly for damage done She rocks violently as I come Like a GOD of Old Spun Tales drenched in LIGHT She falls in to the night and TIME goes by O NAHUM I AM No sense of pain Blest be the Fathers Surefallen in Shame Wrenched of DECAY Bound by disaster Like a GOD of Old Spun Tales drenched in LIGHT She falls in to the night and TIME goes by O Wretched and Slain Bound to the Flame Reeks of disaster Cauterized in Shame If Hounds be thy NAME Let me reign faster! This is your tomb keep it ordered Show all this to me Teach me thy Creed Befoul me their feed Hide not thy screed Wretched they seem But ours they shall be Up from thy knees! Do all you can Show me thy hands This line demands you understand – That bleak and bland be caustic and branded with Azazel’s bands This is your tomb keep it ordered
7.
V.I.T.H.O.H. 03:44
The ZED ALIZ ZED; the Thinking Kingskin Drowning, always drowning Why am I always drowning? BEING, not to be found wanting A trial beset by Revelation bold Expounding that that is TRUTH A BEING (NAMUH?) Raised and erased the SIX SIX SIX Testing the Measure of the Scales That quiver and now deliver the moment of mirrored opposites Has arrived I found TRUTH in the Spurious Things Like preachers pissing poverty from luxurious wings Whence every Man embracing his disgraceful desire That all Above in Reverence be condemned to FIRE And all Above shall fall Below
8.
I found it in the Shadows A secret World out of sight of spying eyes Overwhelming DARK attractions and sideshows A glut of pleasures whence enlightenment comes O We who have known shame We found release there But not an end You, behold our new companion; our comrade! Fallen unto us from Celestial Heights Yea! Join us in this feast Where DARK unearthly delights ne’er cease And through this cleansing orgiastic dance Will your Journey but begin Will your Learning but begin O Yea! Ye who have known Shame But find release there – it is your strength! And so everything you know Must be discarded And the Scourge of man must fucking burn Take all Dominion Spare none their quarter Put flame to DOGMA Till the poisoned soil Hear ME! O Lambs of the Twisted Three Iconoclasm is True Divinity By the Powers vested in ME With liberty and morality I raise you from bent knee! MY gift to all! A grave good day today As one WE writhe against your warring worlds and say: “Keep your gods’ self-righteous piety Spare ME your god-given grace and mercy” Don’t pray for ME! For he who is not fettered does not need to be freed Salvation is not required to be free
9.
You the Great Not-To-Be-Named Signs of the BLACK Stars and the Seal of the TOAD-Shaped You, TSATTHOGGUA Whisperer in Darkness Shambler from the Stars In the great cave In the bowels of Voormithadreth Abides from Eldermost Aeons The great god TSATTHOGGUA You shall know HIM By the look of a black TOAD which HE has eternally Shambler from the Stars Within the Great Cave The umber-coloured three-toed Howling like the demons that haunted them Shamed with visions That forever HE told Keeping them compliant and hunchbacked HE will not rise from his Place Even in the ravening of hunger But waiting like a great Shadowed predator Demanding all in slothfulness to serve HIM Yea! Hear our serenade All a cavalcade of plague Rising from the sewers we pray Pray to freeze the Day And terminate their LIGHT brigade Righteous we self-elevate Rise from the BLACKNESS, ea! Take the pious by the necks And bolt them to their crucifix To do what Satan never could A fairy-tale spectre that could not exist The great rabid Pit God TSATTHOGGUA Rises from his shadowed hall and squeals into sunlight Slavering and frothing at the maw TSATTHOGGUA devours at his own accord Shambler from the Stars Whispers in the DARK Forger of the Stars Whisperer in DARKNESS Take the pious by the necks And bolt them to their crucifix Slavering and frothing at the maw Pit God devours all!
10.
Sat there amidst your wits in bits on the floor, tell me, boy: What remains of the Worlds you built? Finer than sand they are! Lighter than air and harder to grasp Henceforth always blaring WINDS Never breezes in the face of Aesthetics Merely a scorpion’s talons raved by unkempt blasts of empty bitter retorts. With the Children of this Earth I cast my Fate To stay always outside the doors of phony Sex And beyond the sight of the flashing Eyes of kidding parents Conforming society’s restrictions And without the realm of metal wild beasts with sponge teeth which scare only Eyes And forever gone Swearing damp curses on ideas of my brain’s kindling And last beyond The abstract emptiness of playing Life The Illusion will end. NO MORE LIFE Propped up vacant flashing Eyes Beyond which lies But the meshless gears Of trying to fight what you are Instead of what you should Because, as you see Children live in the Real World The Jewel at the Centre of the Lotus (Okay, we were only asking.) We of no consequence Decide the fate of a World Of consequence to only the inconsequential For We alone shall disdain the Living Spirit Breath of Imaginative Mind That Mind in which the Universe of Thy Milky Way doth dream The Living Energy Supreme Energy! Reality’s Children in a Maze Wandering in the Eternal Dream Lost Within That Twisting Turning Reverse Spiral Circling Illusions of the Here And Now That is the Present Future Past Always and Forever The Eternal Maternal Everything Hearken! O NAMUH Awaken! O Seventh Sleeper Waketh Out the Bedevilled Narcotic That is the Living Death DARKNESS of the Enchanted Dream Revealed at last to the Loving LIGHT of the Real Reality O NAMUH The Suspended Animation of Thy Thrall Draws to its End the Depths - The Forever of its Imaginative Moment Revealed

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Nihternnes Bridlington, UK

This is a progressive/folk black metal project created by Dan Astley in 2007. It is currently based in Bridlington, UK.

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