Bei Walpurgisnacht wir sammeln und Freude der Gottlosen…
Die Schönheit reitet das Schwein und das Tier erhebt sich von der Flamme!

Bei Walpurgisnacht wir sammeln und Freude der Gottlosen…

Die Schönheit reitet das Schwein und das Tier erhebt sich von der Flamme!


Fukk!

The first month i joint tumblr was really interesting.

I began following the whole tags like “occult” and all off-the-wall blogs that i found well but what the fuck is that loop you scums keep rolling?!

Aren’t you tired to reblog all the fucking monotonous scenes of every tag or topics?

That faggot named tumblr just consists of loops and repeats. you scums suck and fuck the eager down.

Fuck that shit.


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I am the wind, I am the sea,
Every idle belief, every grief
And I am the dessert sands, that moves like the serpent
And I am the river’s flow and the arc of Orion’s bow
And I am the howling scream, the nightmare and the waking dream

And I speak the hallowed and accursed word
I am life I am death, the ageless prayer unheard
I am the truth, I am lies, the dark and the light
The twisting of winged serpents, and of madness

The holy one and the betrayer, the birth and murder of love
And I am the paradox, all that you perceive, everthing all at once
And they call him Abraxas, to see him means blindness, to worship him is death
To know him brings sickness, to fear him wisdom,
Not to resist brings liberation

And call as you might I shall not listen
For I am nothing, I am all I am indifferent

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Phillip Glass - Refrain - Verse 1, Verse 2

Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts

Clouds darken the sky
The stars rain down
The constellations stagger
The bones of the hell hounds tremble
The porters are silent
When they see this king
Dawning as a soul

Men fall
Their name is not
Seize thou this king by his arm
Take this king to the sky
That he not die on earth
Among men

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Gayri-insan


- Soul is a blessing.
- No. Soul is a curse.