HELLIZHERE

 

Sage Masters

Eating Brains

Hemovores Happy Hour

Invidious Skies

Horsehead

Tales, Rants, & Drivel

Monsters and Vultures

Catacomb Carnivores

Axing Leviathan

The Great Transgression  

 

SAGE MASTERS

 

He will destroy the wisdom of the wise

And bring to nothing understanding’s eyes

Where is the wise, the scribe, disputer’s lies?

Wanna be’s, can’t see, know it all, can’t be

 

How will they hear without a preacher?

Where do they preach, where is the teacher?

If faith is by hearing and hearing by…

 

They’re the preachers, teachers, in the air

But our eyes can’t see and our ears can’t hear

In our hearts, we kill them daily

And we’re ignorant as to our part

It’s hazy, crazy, killing it’s lazy

But we won’t stop till it’s driving us crazy

And they won’t be hiding in the corner no more

No more, no more, no more

 

And they won’t be hiding in the corner no more

Soon we’ll see the teachers and join the learned

We’ll hear a word behind us…

 

And they won’t be hiding in the corner no more

Soon we’ll see the teachers and join the learned

We’ll hear a word behind us, say this is the way, walk in it

When we turn to the left and right and the lamp is lit

And we are in the fight

 

EATING BRAINS

 

The fowls are flying in the midst of heaven

They’re flying round in heads of men and women

And they’re gathered together for the great supper

To eat the flesh of kings, mighty men…

The fowls are flying in the midst of heaven

They’re flying round in heads of men and women

And they’re gathered together for the great supper

 

Where will you go? Will you find yourself down low?

Where will you go? Will you find yourself down low?

I can’t believe that we’re eating you…

Valley of Megiddo right before our face

I can’t believe that we’re eating you…

Battle Armageddon, rat’s race in a dark place

I can’t believe that we’re eating you…

Sifting through our dead hearts, zombies on a feed

I can’t believe that we’re eating you…

 

Unclean spirits from the mouths

Dragon, false prophet, speaking out demons

We are the beast, the conduit, the shame

Working the miracles, control, deceived

Unclean spirits from our mouths

We’re the false prophet, speaking out

The fowls are flying in the midst of heaven

They’re flying round in heads of men and women

And they’re gathered together for the great supper

 

Eating brains…

Eating your brain… eating you, feeding you…

 

HEMOVORES HAPPY HOUR

 

Frogs and lice, causing division

Get in your head and distort your vision

Swarm into the houses on the ground in snares

And the dust of the land will be lice in man’s hair

 

Plague on the livestock, that’s us, fattened up

We’re oxen, eat grass, we’re grass, fill the cup

Drink blood, eat blood, never can get enough

Festering, hemorrhaging, boils in the sickness

 

Let my people go, but we can’t let go

The hardened are burdened by fool’s gold

Wheat and the barley, the bread, out of reach

There’s locusts among us, feeding on you and me

 

Plague on the livestock, that’s us, fattened up

We’re oxen, eat grass, we’re grass, fill the cup

Drink blood, eat blood, never can…

 

Vampires, cannibals, seeking to devour

Nosferatu, animals, hemovores happy hour

Drink of the dead, eat of their flesh

All the murder, the worry, the pain, and no rest

Vampires, cannibals, seeking to devour

Nosferatu, animals, hemovores happy hour

Hemovores happy hour…

 

Darkness is felt all over this land

Firstborn must die to let the last in

Now our fill is the quail, till it soils the brain

So, the first is the last it’s our revelation

 

INVIDIOUS SKIES

 

Invidious skies… the moon is turned to blood

Unto the least is unto anyone now

Murder’s heart is hate on the tongue now

Invidious skies… and the moon is turned to blood

Elect die daily and we’re killing them daily

And a great forsaking in the land it’s crazy hazy

Everyone watching but nobody cares

But the truth’s in the pudding and we’re all outta here

 

Invidious skies… the moon is turned to blood

Unto the least is, is unto anyone

Murder’s heart, hate on the tongue

Invidious skies… moon turned to blood

Elect die, daily we are killing them

A great forsaking in the land

Unto the least is unto anyone

Murder’s heart is hate on the tongue

 

Two-thirds, pestilence, famine, sword

The other, wheat, is bread, is kingdom, Word

Two-thirds is flesh is sword is blood, Satan

Other peace is joy is Spirit, freedom

A third is blood is ships is withering trees

It’s all dead creatures in the sea

The water’s wormwood, sun is smitten

No moon, stars, darkness, famine

 

Till the knees are weak and the wants too strong

Till we all shall meet in kingdom come

Two-thirds is flesh and blood will not inherit the kingdom

But the spirit can’t die, will be brought through the fire to join them

Let em grow together, the tares and the wheat

Then separate them both, the goats from the sheep

 

Removed men far away, why have you forsaken me?

Due to transgression, persecuting everything free

And darkness is coming, a tribute to the beast

And the witnesses we’re killing when we kill you and me

 

HORSEHEAD

 

He came not to bring peace, but a sword 

And the red horse, death by sword, no peace, no more

And the white horse rider, conquering the world

Black horse keeps you in a dream world

 

There’s a white horse rider, faithful and true

Red horse, no peace, gonna kill you

Black horse, famine, and no light in the room

Pale horse, death, and his army of doom

 

There’s a white horse rider, faithful and true

Red horse, no peace, gonna kill you

Black horse, famine, and no light in the room

Pale horse, death, and his army of doom

There’s a white horse rider, and the faithful and…

And the red horse, no peace, gonna kill you

Breathing out fire and brimstone soup

When the pale horse head is a dead head stew

 

Four spirits of the heavens, four horns on the altar

Four winds of heaven, four encampment banners

Loose the four angels, bound in Euphrates

They’ll be coming for you, as the elders are waiting

 

And the white horse rider, faithful and true

Red horse, no peace, gonna kill you

Black horse, famine, and no light in the room

Pale horse, death, and his army of doom

Black horse, famine, and no light in the room

But he’s gonna kill you…

 

TALES, RANTS, & DRIVEL

 

Horse head, beast, leviathan, and zombies

Vampire’s released to suck out the heartbeat

Blood sucking, head hunting, out for the flesh

Dead walking, brain eating, shoot for the head with…

Tales, rants, and drivel, mummies in our tummies

The dead are out to lunch

 

Tales, rants, and drivel… the dead are out for blood again with…

Tales, rants, and drivel… devouring the dust of man

Oh yeah, bringing all their friends

 

With the pit we dig, we’ve fallen in, demons have returned here

They’ll bring all their friends in, we’ll let em in, and raise the burn with…

Mummies in our tummies, the dead devouring

Is anybody going home, the least of us?

The pit we dig, we’ve fallen in

 

MONSTERS AND VULTURES

 

Who is it that we think ourselves to be?

Tell me who we really are, who are we?

If we are the first and we are the last

Two opponents in a great wrestling match

 

Monsters and vultures, defiling the sanctuary

Monsters and vultures, proclaiming our deity

The devil in tombs, birds spreading the debauchery

White-washed sepulchers, upscale mortuaries

Imaginary majesty, in blood bath cemeteries

Until the Ancient of Days casts down the false imagery

 

From the nightmare, to wake up

To find ourselves here, the cocoon must unfold us

We all have a name, engraved on our tree

It’s only our identity…

 

It’s the literal illusory vs spiritual emissary

We believe we’re in control but it’s all imaginary

Cain vs Able, the killer and the light

Golgotha, where truth died, the skull vs the bride

We’re all dead bones, corpses, summon the pale horse

We stink as dead fish, filthy rags, there’s death in our hashtags

It’s the cities of deadheads, rotting flesh

Rigor mortis among us, no breath, death is a fungus

 

CATACOMB CARNIVORES

 

Catacomb carnivores… living dead in sepulchers

Catacomb carnivores… corpses feed here can’t you hear

 

Uninhabited by life, by the living in the night

It’s filled with the dead, a den of dragon heads

And carcasses are everywhere, dead men walking here

And there’s no one to bury all the zombies

 

Catacomb carnivores… living dead in sepulchers

Catacomb carnivores… corpses feed here can’t you hear

 

Every unholy, hateful bird, among us in the air

Caged folly, and there’s death in our heart

Everybody, run from here…

 

Catacomb carnivores… living dead in sepulchers

Catacomb carnivores… corpses feed here can’t you hear

 

Those that inhabit are hissers, the snakes

There is no love, there is only the grave

Burned like a wilderness, dry without rain

Keeping in bondage, breathing out flames

 

Catacomb carnivores… living dead in sepulchers

Catacomb carnivores… corpses feed here can’t you hear

 

AXING LEVIATHAN

 

If a tree is not producing, it’s cut down, it’s the end, how we do things

Beheaded, humbled, falls to the ground

Everybody living but they don’t want to live because they’re dying to get out of here

It’s fine, let him bleed and cry

Let it die, let him wander out by himself and bleed and cry

It’s not producing it’s cut down

Everybody living but they don’t want to live because they’re dying to get out of here

 

Fall on the stone you’ll be broken of power

When it falls on you, you’ll be ground to powder

Ground to powder, ground to powder…

We’re all fantasizing, poison end

The tree is not producing, is cut down

It’s humbled and it falls to the ground

 

If a tree is not producing, it’s cut down, it’s the end, how we do things

Beheaded, humbled, falls to the ground

And it’s sawed in two, it will not be around

The axe it laid at the root of the tree

It’s not you and it sure ain’t me

And it’s not you and me, because it’s coming to a head at the end of the sea

 

Seven periods of time, he’ll eat with the swine

Let him bleed, let him cry, let him live, let him die

Everybody living but they don’t want to live because they’re dying to get out of here

Seven periods of time, he’ll eat with the swine

Let him bleed, let him cry, let him live and let him die

 

Axing Leviathan… fall to the ground

Axing Leviathan… fall to the ground

Axing Leviathan… fall to the ground

Axing Leviathan… fall to the ground

 

THE GREAT TRANSGRESSION

 

We believe that it’s us; thus, we’re better than most

It’s a death blow to all, and the grave is in us

Did we choose where we were born, who we are?

Will we not choose by preference based on these bars?

 

We believe that it’s us; thus, we’re better than most

It’s a death blow to all, and the grave is in us

Did we choose where we were born…

By preference and we know that it’s gone, it’s here, and it’s coming again

Everybody’s waiting for the end, it’s all within, it’s all within

It’s always been within

 

And the lot is cast, daily decisions made

But it’s already done, the hand has been played

If our path’s not of us, how can we know our own way?

All days ordained before one of them came to be

All the days are made before one came to be

 

The locusts dwell in secret faults

The crops are dead, the harvest rots

The dragon breathes his fiery flames

And every man’s work is tried in its sting

The words go out, the words come in

Bringing back sevenfold snake venom

Our images all wreak of filth

And the walls will fall, all seven hills

 

The Great Transgression…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Time

Drop an object. As space is forever divided, it never really makes contact; thus, time is not what we believe. The solution is illusion.

Qlippoth

The Qliphoth, Qelippot or Klippot - (Heb.) literally peels, shells or husks, from singular: qliphah 'husk' [The Kabbalah or, The Religious Philosophy of the Hebrews Adolphe Franck translated by I. Sossnitz (1926): Relation of The Kabbalah to Christianity page 279] According to Israel Regardie, the qlipothic tree consists of 10 spheres in opposition to the sephiroth on the Tree of Life. These are also referred to as the "evil twins" and the "Evil Demons of Matter and the Shells of the Dead." According to me, whatever value that carries... The Qlippoth is hell. It is the dead. We all live here.

Interconnectedness

  • "Every cubic centimeter of empty space contains more energy than the total energy of all the matter in the known universe!"
  • "...Matter does not exist independently from the sea, from so-called empty space. It is a part of space."
"In a sense, the observer is the observed. The observer is also the measuring device, the experimental results, the laboratory, and the breeze that blows outside the laboratory..." (The Holographic Universe, Michael Talbot, p 49-51)

Noteworthy Quotes

"You're like an organized train wreck with cruise control" - Mark Tyson

 
"We are the universe contemplating itself" - Carl Sagan
 
 
“I’d rather be dead than cool.” - Kurt Cobain 
 
“Society has traditionally always tried to find scapegoats for its problems. Well here I am.” - Marilyn Manson
 
"They’d say, 'if ya play the record backwards, you can hear evil tings like grrrr!' and I would think, 'Jeez, I didn’t know the devil sounded like that. I thought he was coherent, like the rest of us.'" - Brian Johnson