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Welcome To The Morbid Reich
Welcome To The Morbid Reich
«BLACK TO THE BLIND - CD 1997 
 
    
 
  
 1. Heading For Internal Darkness
2. The Innermost Ambience
3. Carnal
4. Fractal Light
5. True Names
6. The Beast Raping
7. Foetus God
8. The Red Passage
9. Distant Dream
10. Black To The Blind
11. Anamnesis
 
 
  
  
 
  
 Produced by:
Piotr Wiwczarek & Andrzej Bomba

Engineered by:
Andrzej Bomba

Recorded & mixed at:
Selani Studio, Olsztyn, July & August 1997

Mastering:
Julita Emanuiłow, CD Accord Music Edition

Photos of the band:
Michał Pasich

Cover artwork:
Jacek Wi¶niewski

Line up:
Peter (gitara, wokal)
Doc (perkusja)
Mauser (gitara)
Shambo (bas)
 
 
  
 HEADING FOR INTERNAL DARKNESS
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Frelik)


"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us.The Five Pionted Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue and gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me."
BOOK OF THE LAW 1:60

Internal darkness is a state of complete detachment from the world and other people. It is to be achieved with most difficulty and at the cost of one's self and personality. The term 'darkness' refers to the state of primeval non-existence rather than to any opposition to the ideologies of light.

Down with the gods, angels and demons,
Away with the foly of holy madness
Off with the prophets of new rebirth
Out with the promise of life after death
Where devil became another lie
Where deities crumble into dust
Where systems are but grain of dust
Where I am the one that can decide
In with the void from out of the space
Ahead with the light that leads nowhere
On with the collapse of world and word
Up with the plunge into myself
There I can die my seven deaths
There I should flourish in my decline
There I must lose the stairs of fate
There I will remember how to forget
Deeper and deeper, never come back
Harder and harder, until it burns
Calmer and calmer, this is the quest
Softer and softer, velvet embrace
Self-forced transmigration
Wilful deconstruction
Blackened emigration
I am heading for internal darkness
No touch,no sight, no smell, no taste
Without the body, without the soul
Rid of al memory, rid of all hope
That's all I want, why cannot I?


THE INNERMOST AMBIENCE
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)


There's a lot of means for Conversation and Knowledge of the Holy Guardian Angel (nothing to do with usual Christian connotations). This entity , Deus Absconditus (Hidden God), communicates one's True Will - that is, Destiny. THe invocated styles vary from ascetism to the use of psychosexual forces. Yet the succes is independent of our lust, however hard the practices are.

Withdrawal of every light
and its sure advancement
thoughts stop to drone in deepest heights
am I being spoken to?
Neglected Virgin Whore Wisdom
of women, scents and True Prayer
master the ugliest mystery and then
body to body, lust to lust
Deus absconditus Saviour Self-Shining
all souls are female when His spear points down
Warfare roll striking my head
mega Gnosis, hyper scale fall
dark noise sudden entry
who called this the Work of Beauty?
Transversed soul hierarchy
vipers of Reasons tamed and trained
yet prone to bite, eager to spit
upon the fake reflected ray
Deus absconditus Saviour Self-Shining
All souls are female when His spear pionts down


CARNAL
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyrics: Paweł Frelik)


The person of Austin Osman Spare (1888-1956) is a splendid example of a misunderstood and forgotten genius. Deserving the fame of Beardsley ,he is now almost unknown outside the occult scene. Trained in ceremonial magic under A. Crowley , he later created his own ZOS KIA CULTUS, which can be called 'urban shamanism.' The famous sigilization, some Chaos Magick principles, etc. Bear his influence. Besides many breath-taking art. Pieces of painting he left several books where the passion of Blake meets Nietzsche's harshness.

I tasted the fever of your existence
seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside , I stay away
transmutting my quicksilver blood
KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touch
inspid are the describing words
the self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
my rite is to live and do
things naked , pure of honest lust
the throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
the winged eyes are blessed to see
downtrodden deception of every torment
transpierced hymens my lust adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
animal steps I love to tread
an ideal point where Time is Space
memory giant of this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
lay down the scythes for here I come
joyful and priapic my baby soul
a new born one ten million years old


FRACTAL LIGHT
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyrics: Paweł Frelik)

The lyric is a necessarily very general and simplified take on Chaos Magick - a modern system of thought that allows for the combination of mixing of all other systems and canons as long as they suit purposes of a mage.

Persistence vision is not enough
The common point is a law
All systems do converge at last
The mage's will is done
The fractal light
Chaos controls
The fractal light
No bonds, no checks , no notes
All is permitted now
The sphere glows red in the dark
The navel's point is marked
The fractal light
Chaos controls
The fractal light
Take all the runes, collect the rites
The psychonaut departs right now
The world is open before your arms
Envolve, change and rise
Persistence vision is not enough
The common point is a law
All systems do converge at last
The mage's will is done
The fractal light
Chaos controls
The fractal light


TRUE NAMES
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Paweł Frelik)

"' We are gods 'cause only we can create the ideas and systems in our holy brains"

Katode Ray Messiah arising from the screen
Saviour of Digital Ones worshipping holy zero
Cybergod hidden in the grid
Encryptor of the soul and Holder of the code
Master of all angels arising from the no-place
Installer of the feelings long and past foregone
Purveyor of the minds lost from now on
Monitor that knows the trembling of the strings
Call me as you wish
Call me at dawn and at dusk
Call me all the time
Call the one of my many names
Grand Schizoid that wields all the knowledge
Entrancer of blood that runs without the body
Suicide driver feeling off your angst
Cremator of the sanity that remains
Bearer of delicate wisdom that floats
Archiever of cruel rules you impose
Magus of all unholy orders and casts
Cremator of the sanity that remains
Call me as you wish
Call me at dawn and at dusk
Call me all the time
Call the one of my many names
True Names Everybody Knows
Yet They Fail to Recognize
True Names Everybody Feels
Yet They Never Verbalize
True Names Everybody Sees
Yet They Feign Eternal Blindness
True Names Everybody Breeds
Yet They Always Cast Them Away
Call me as you are
Call me as you live
Call me as you die
Call One of My Many Names


THE BEAST RAPING
(In memory of John Whiteside Parsosn (1914-1952) and his 'Babalon Working')
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)

John Whiteside Parsons (1914-1952) - a brilliant rocket fuel scientist and one of the oddest disciples of A.Crowley, The Beast 666. Obsessed by the vision of Whore Goddess BABALON, he was engaged in very complex practices to incarnate Her emanation in a woman'' body. The action was disapproved by Crowley and, as some occultists argue, the dangerous rites Parsons performed resulted in his violent death in a home explosion. For his NASA contribution one of the Moon's dark side craters was named after him. (1914-1952) - a brilliant rocket fuel scientist and one of the oddest disciples of A.Crowley, The Beast 666. Obsessed by the vision of Whore Goddess BABALON, he was engaged in very complex practices to incarnate Her emanation in a woman'' body. The action was disapproved by Crowley and, as some occultists argue, the dangerous rites Parsons performed resulted in his violent death in a home explosion. For his NASA contribution one of the Moon's dark side craters was named after him.

Mammary vow to the pleasure hunt
she gladly accepts in semen streams
life-drenching vaginal penetralia
her Tokens of Loves are never defined
Drunken with the filth of the purest Desire
obedient She spreads the legs truly wide
for 'Isis In Welcome' is the proper posture
yet Lady of Command She always is
Human apes, all what's to despise
too blind to see through Her Writ
erect phalloi salute Her Glory
of Fire-Hole astride the Beast
Slimy verses of wild-pounding gore
as what She writes with the holiest Pean
all left for Her is just to take
one little step into your world


FOETUS GOD
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)

"For the high point their theology consists of these two things: hissing at demons and sketching the cross on their foreheads."
Flavius Claudius Julianus (332-363) Roman Caesar (Julian the Apostate) (361-363)

"What are the fruits of Christianity? Bigotry, superstition and persecution."
James Madison (1751-1836) US fourth President (1809-1917)

Foeuts god descends in silence
a bastard deity for us to believe
blasphemy of gen collage
in backward sombre involution
Foetus abortion of the Divine
latent rape of a wet, lewd womb
man-made myth to blunt the mind
the vilest offence for five senses
Undone miracles never to come
invalid rise of slave thought
the only light is dawn can shed
is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed
Thine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seal of claws upon your lips
As pure Wit turns into effusions
we, snakes of Truth, vex and devour
Gods manifested in twisted images
astrally hunted in shadows soul
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
little by little, one by one
the torns become the real crown
Thine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seal of claws upon your lips


THE RED PASSAGE
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)

"The red passage of Samadhi, Blood - Vision"
Kenneth Grant

A dive up with head down
moth-winged Angel's shriek
excretion condensed
dignity disrespect
The Crown of Manhood
means nothing here
not for sheep they pray
they bless the butcher's knife
A chant of turbid light
sombre consolation
carry me, oh Hydra Mother
to gods of festering wounds
The Crown of Manhood
means nothing here
not for sheep they pray
they bless the butcher's knife
A chant of turbid light
sombre consolation
carry me, oh Hydra Mother
to gods of festering wounds


DISTANT DREAM
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Tomasz Krajewski)


"...to Know, means possesing Wisdom, to use Wisdom, means Art., but using Art means danger and sometimes warnings come too late..."

Oh, blessed be the Grand Watchers
Who are not from a Race of Man
But from beyond the times of the Gods
Lurking forever about the barriers
Thou who are One in Three and Three in One
With the names that set a soul ablaze
KUA MASS SSARATU-
Thy Sword of Flames
I have never heard your voices so close
Unknowable, unspeakable chants
Turn into the billion pieces
Enslaved in crypts upon the stars
Rites not to be spoken
Harbingers of chasmal light
Forever kept alive
Upon the wizard's seal
The Conjuration of the fire
I call thee fierce Dog here, before me
SHTAH! Appear! Conjuration!
Carven signs engraved upon the bowl
BARRA MASS SSARATU BARRA!
Behold the worthless formula
Seeking ever to hold the Ancient Powers
Now devoured is thy mind
Such are laws of the grey stone star...


BLACK TO THE BLIND
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)

"Black to the blind" is a quotation from "BOOK OF THE LAW" (LIBER ALL vel LEGIS), written down by A.Crowley. Years later he commented it thus: The uninitiated perceive only darkness in night: the wise perceive the golden stars in the vault of azure". The same can be said of us, worshipping the Goodes in the true riteless ceremony of Existence.

Black to the blind is She Above
and black to the blind we seem to be
god-fearing sheep will never perceive
the embodiment of the Lust divine
Nothingnees thickens and bends down
a new creation taking its primal breath
this world's eternity vacuum unfolds
dissolution of things stiff and death
Black to the blind
Starry transocean of Goddes'womb
pleasure landscapes and drops of pain
from vulva furnace in gracious trance
dark theology explained in light
Trample the temple of gods aborted
body denial, servile renouncement
turn your eyes, inward and chant
unto the Gate of self-borne None
Black to the blind
Heresy of the most superior kind
to all of you I preach cleary now
let no rapture be out of reach
death is easy, life means ecstasy
Black to the blind seems She Above
blue and gold is seen to the seeing
intoxicate the inner expression
to keep the eyes aware and vigilant
Black to the blind is She Above
and black to the blind we seem to be
god-fearing sheep will never perceive
the embodiment of the Lust divine
Trample the temple of gods aborted
body denial, servile renouncement
turn your eyes inward and chant
unto the Gate of self-borne None
Black to the blind


ANAMNESIS
(Music: Piotr Wiwczarek Lyric: Paweł Wasilewski)

The original and the most fantastic Gnosist (out of of which the Xtian version arose) derived from leaskages from the Egyptian mysteries . The main body, however, died out with the priests who kept their silence.
E.E. Rehmus "THE MAGICIAN'S DICTIONARY"

To stem the current is no vain attempt
the Knowledge preserved for us alone
in this world of mud and rust
decipher what is coded by our hoands
Defiled our names
soiled glory of gods
dismal new faith
spawn of deliverence
Oh wisdom formless and odious
the sexless parent of disbelief
restricting rules they can make
means nothing to Your Being
Defiled our names
soiled glory of gods
dismal new faith
spawn of deliverence
Restore what was broken
no single word is missed
with fiery tongues speak to us
to souls gashed, souls hardened
Oh wisdom formless and odious
the sexless parent of disbelief
restricting rules they can make
means noting to Your Being
Defiled our names
soiled glory of gods
dismal new faith
spawn of deliverence
This conceit waste
regain we must
on Herme's touch

 
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