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A Chore for the Lost - Deathspell Omega

A Chore for the Lost

FAS - Ite, Maledicti, in ignem Aeternum
black metal Avant-Garde Black Metal metal Avant-garde Metal atmospheric black metal

Deathspell Omega is a French black metal band formed in 1998. Their lyrical content deals primarily with Satanism on a metaphysical level – as the band has stated that "all other interpretations of Satan are intellectually invalid" – and other various theological topics. From 2004 to 2010, they released a series of three concept albums which focus on the theological aspects of God, Satan and man's relationship with the two. Some of their lyrical inspiration has come from the post-surrealist Georges Bataille as well as existentialist themes. Show more ...

A Chore for the Lost - Deathspell Omega

An exhausted fall into disgrace,
Famished for peace, for a mere moment
Of respite in dying eternities,
On the verge of being deprived of all humanity
Non-sense is the outcome of every possible sens,
It is the start of transcendence,
The dissolution that spreads without limits
And the critical violation...
What pleasure of inconceivable purity there is
In being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life!
The rupture is too profound to stand up,
Nothing remains but a terrified consolation in
A laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin!

Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity.

Let us be a blight on the orchard,
On all orchards of this world,
Even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning,
Bearing a latent damnation a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter
Is a code to extreme horror,
Utter contempt and divine conflict
It is lethal to speak the language of resistance,
Every gasp exhales a particle of the
Remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of a fragile power just above annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins;
It is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: Perinde Ac Cadaver!

Le vent de la vйritй a rйpondu comme une gifle а la joue tendue de la piйtй.

God of terror, very low dost thou bring us,
Very low hast thou brought us...