Ad Arma! Ad Arma!

Deathspell Omega

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Your revolt against meaningless suffering
Will not remain unanswered
We shall give you meaning and answers

We shall inoculate you with revolutionary palingenesia
Give you a taste of how today’s mass grave
Is always sweeter than yesterday’s
Your eyes will shine with the ecstasy of the initiated

We shall teach you that the bullet of the slave
Is not the same as the bullet of the oppressor
And you shall bear that conviction high
Dispensing blazing light to frail silhouettes
Wandering around in mazes they cannot break
The bloodshed that is to come
Shall happen in the name of love

The hand dispensing salvific murder
Is absolved of responsibility for it
Is the expression of a common will
The sacrosanct will of the just
The just, those righteous few
That rose from the catacombs
View the world in manichean terms
There is only the purity of love
And the purity of hate
That which lies in between
Is a mud made of the ashes
Of yesterday’s humanity
And the fetid fluids of compromise

Primum movens
Nothing from the world of yore
Deserves to be preserved
Every particle is infected and corrupt
The great cleansing shall take
As long as necessary
For power exclusively stems from the gun barrel
On a glorious dawn, the odour of tear gas
Shall replace the scent of fresh-brewed coffee
The dust of crumbling buildings
Shall darken the horizon
And fill your lungs
As the Sun reaches the zenith
Victorious chants will resonate
At dusk to the rhythm of cracking necks
And the gunfire of mass executions
Behold the glorious beauty
Of unrestrained, fraternal compassion and love

In the beginning, thou shalt segregate thyself
From the impure and live in retreat in the catacombs of today
Far away from temptation and deviant thought
Thou shalt nourish an ever-increasing outrage
An indignation without end, a fire that feeds on fire
Nothing shall be pure enough
Thou shalt relish every form of persecution
In the absence of persecution, thou shalt invent persecutions
Which will nourish the ever avid fires of frustration
Paranoia shall be a most revered companion

Doubt shall be met with death
Hesitation shall be met with death
Critical thought shall be met with death
The gift of mind shall be complete, failure yields annihilation
The gift of body shall be complete, failure yields annihilation
We will empty a barrel in your face
So as to erase everything that you were, if you fail

We shall ask you not to climb the small mountain
But only the highest and most unattainable peaks
Those that lie well beyond the horizon
Those that no eyes ever saw
As you will rise above the fractured bones
Of your fallen brothers and sisters
We shall fill your heart with hope
At the very least, someone will be able
To stand upon your own bones

What is the present but a bridge
Between a glorious past and a glorious future?
Those petty things in the here and now
How do they compare to our holy dead
And our unborn heroes?
Should it come to your death
Isn’t it but a token of appreciation
A mere toll on the path to paradise?

The perfectibility of human nature is infinite
We shall therefore nurture infinite dreams
With infinite amounts of blood
Failures are therefore successes
And mere steps on the triumphant march towards bliss