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Thanatopoeia

by Meister Leonhardt

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1.
We observe as hubris inheres In attempts to shun the mundane Almost none could welcome these fears Of inhaling the entropy's bane Easy to follow, those simple words conceal Aeons in boundless ravenous void Would inner fright of being erased feel Better than bliss of being destroyed? Impermanent Left to belong Impermanent Learned to surpass
2.
Denied, hallowed they are Those ways that lead to obscure Not there, yet nowhere this far Unearthing the essence Of pure So frail, this flesh can't adhere To tasteless scorn absolute In humid darkness I hear How eyeless worms slowly gnaw Thin wood Writhe in solipsistic grin, while Grave wax runs through veins of Earth Dire convulsions merely defile All the burdens to subvert Bones gave marrow to the grounded Bloody seed that had to rise Letting liberties unbounded Utterly antagonize Wither In aether Nowhither gets this descent Fractured Enraptured Recaptured to augment Ravage Endamage No passage to reminisce Intorsion Devotion Defossion results in bliss Ceased to indwell Shrouded with grime I overcome This putrid shell
3.
Where a difference means just few at sacrifice, Loud curse is never a straight threat Red extender runs from open slice, A dilution for the ocean of hatred In a spastic twitch dull dagger cuts bulging throats, Stream of filth has no cessation Simple order written down connotes Price, so humble for eternal damnation Where extracted lungs still gasp for evading air, Sulfur fumes on plate of old balance, Broken skull skews in a hateful stare, While death yells are slowly filling the chalice Lives exude off every open pore, Sigil basks in both fresh and rotten As for hunt as urge of carnivore, Greatest evil has no definite bottom Just. Die. Here and now. Just. Die. Leave all hope. Just. Die. In the name of none. Just. Die. At the verge of nothing. Just. Die. As a pile of meat. Just. Die. With no single trace. Just.Die. Figures contort without a meaning Sacred words fell into the perfect cradle Just. Die. With no single trace. Just. Die. As a pile of meat. Just. Die. At the verge of nothing. Just. Die. In the name of none.
4.
The great expected hereafter desired to intervene Enlightened with pretentious master, benighted in a seamless sin, In rapture and misapprehension they pray divinities of deaf Since agony brings no redemption, thus mouths They will not have Plucking nails off grinning icons Trampling on extincting scions Fear drives to stillborn future Nothing but despair In a tale that gallows tress tells Scattered shards of broken vessels Find all the existent notions Easy to forswear Lacerate, extirpate, castigate and hate Thoroughly disintegrate and further recreate Follow evanescent semblance cast in petrified remembrance As a reason to extinguish, tear and persecute Stars in firmamental harbors witness myriads of martyrs Left to finally abandon tattered carnal suit For all times, a single concurrence For no guilt yet full retribution Boundless cell and endless durance Ceaseless hell in baleful delusion of Rebirth
5.
The Fulcrum 04:21
Peal, The chill of ablation When crumbling rocks Nourish the doom Still No space or occasion For everything grown Of getting abloom Structure of matter Bereft of lasting mainstay Points of distortion Expand to fields of decay Leaving molecular dust Around Luminaries Vainly align Universe force lines Run out of scale Derelict nature Attempts to assign New pivot of all things But to no avail Ages to nothing Futures to nothing Balance to nothing Being to nothing Decomposition Deconvolution Dilapidation Disintegration
6.
Tomb Ore 06:24
This skin is to melt away These bones are to macerate These tissues overlay These memories have no weight No sense, nor trait Yet source for impending State transition from fleshbag to dirt Scars of passage on the face of earth Foam of loss solidifies as soil Maggots swirl in loathsome lace that's never To uncoil Trash resources, aimless curses Feasting on the bulk of rot Transmutation reinforces Reins of universe afloat Tomb is built atop a tomb All accruing filth it takes in once Shred of fear to enhance The fragrance of obscene advance Distillation of the lost, exsiccation of the vile This is where The Great Work is to be done Congelation of constraints, chrysopoeia from remains Dressing of the buried lives gives demanded rise Poisoned tomb ore nourished humankind as dull eras pass Sun of Dead weds Sun of Blind in cintrinitas Gyre of death is what feeble minds barely comprehend Pestilential gold will be valued high till the very end
7.
A filth to be born A failure to grow A misery to live Through Absent features crumble down the face Wretched figures wither in the rot Vainly wasting bitter dusty air, Senseless larvae ready to transform From the rot To transform From twisted nymph to shining pinnacle Frail harmony under the carapace of rigor Famished chasm bursts in a yawn at descending Bipedal mayflies that swarm at fields of limbo Last endless years In helpless chrysalis Of ruined flesh suit Craving for hatch Have one seen anything brighter Than burst of posthumous light Right through ripen carnal blight?.. A sullen paradox of inevitable blooming Mocking neoteny in vain expectations The end of cycle only gives desired Perfect form not besmirched with life
8.
Taphotaxis 04:59
Once a wide triumph in a flash becomes trial Leaves worn hope dissolving in deceit Venom leaks freely from the wounds of spirit Makes soil choke on coffins full of meat Trodden tongues of hypocrites Matricide that one commits Hands that reach you from the pits To deprave Vain attempts come all to nought: Neither bliss, nor tragic lot Just a hindrance down the road To the grave Once a swarm unceasing throws into the jaded reason Pictures of immense repulsive honeycomb Children of the seeds sown carve on tombstone Memories were kept to fade in monochrome Mindless gaze of ruminants Patricide that never ends Chains that pierce all your defense To enslave Yawns distort in hateful oath When years mangle and erode Corpses crawling down the road To the grave For sake of none To find sense In motion of the being To writhe in dread Before the imminence To blind the others Whose bodies feed the red abyss Ineptitude Decrepitude Flaccidity In horror vacui

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After three years Meister Leonhardt returns with a new album "Thanatopoeia". 8 tracks of grave cold black metal representing 8 thoughts and musings about such an eternal thing as Death itself.

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released March 21, 2024

Lineup:

Vaarwel - vocals, lyrics
Rdsl - guitars, keyboards
M. - guitars
I.Rex - bass
D. - drums

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