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Minä tapan soluja

Kukaan ei tiedä minua. En ole oma itseni. Mikä minä olen?
Mikään ei tee minua eläväksi. Minuutta ei ole. Onko minua?
Kuolema on minun vastakohtani. Pelkään elämää. Missä olen?
Minun lihani on kiveä. Mieleni hiekkaa. Mitä mietin?

Miten päädyin tähän?

Primo: The Human Debris

I am the fetus that died
But somehow I'm still alive
Tired shadow of my essence
The shade in eyes on every blink
Am I able to exist, to think
When I can't even see myself
Or feel anything?

I am the soul that fled too early
But somehow I'm still alive
To some beings I'm dead and buried
And to some I never was here
Never will be, ever am I been written
Down to the book of life?
Or is it overlined, wiped away?
What is my name?

I am the extinguished mind
The Human Debris
Crushed ideality in daylight of fallen
The Human Debris

Silmäni vuodattavat verta suonten sijaan
On mieleni kyllästynyt kehoni lihaan
Ihoani pureva kylmyys kuivaa
Hampaitani mielipuolisesti kalistaa
Elämä on olemisen tuskaa
Kuvastava mielenrauhan kuolinsijaa
Vaipuen kuolonomaiseen horrokseen
Kaiken mukanani vien alimpaan kerrokseen

Ikuisen onnen jäljillä vaellan
Maiden, mantujen halki kuoleman
Tiedä en mitään, tiedä en haluanko tietää
Pois kaikki tieto minun silmistäni viekää
En elämän tarkoitusta jaksa ajatella enää
Tässä turhuudessa ei ole enää mieltä elää
Tyhjyydessä, tiedottomassa itseni köyhän
Pinnan alta syvältä pohjasta löydän

-Isth-

The purification has started... Prepare yourself for the enlightenment... And let the destructive force of humanity overrun the world like a punitive hammer of omnipotent creation... Then we have solved the ultimate enigma in revelation of apocalypse... When all existing mind extincted and being replaced with endless bloodlust... Then, I am complete, the ONE!

-Mercyful I am for thou who have served me well, my servants will be executed first-

Passive living

Obizeth etsii rumpalia riveihinsä. Homman nimi olisi depressiiviselle puolelle menevä black metal. Yhteydenottoja mikseri.netin TAI IRC-gallerian kautta, jos kiinnostaa homma!

Istharium The Foe mikseri.net http://www.mikseri.net/user/Istharium%20The%20Foe

Obizeth mikseri.net http://www.mikseri.net/artists/obizeth.102848.php

From where grows the seeds
The seeds that shalt fulfill the Earth
The seeds that in accretion creates
The wars, suffering and death in vain
And the martyrs of faith in humanity
Only a touch of reaper on pale skin
It's no more than an adventitious exhalation

May thou sleep in deep, neverending coma
The cold blessing may begin your journey
The time will take care of your carnal shell
While your mind is now free and aware
But only in lies may lay the truth
Only another touch of human on pale skin
It's no more than an adventitious exhalation

Arrival of mutual intellectual destruction
The life corrupts the mind the most
Human race will become isolated remnant
The choice must be made, how may thou choose?

The shattered sunlight flashes on my gray eyes
Blinding more my impervious instincts
Along with my followers of extrication
We shalt fade away from the present world
And fly in the wind like with freedom of ashes

"The solace of time, the end of lamentations
Now I am found the end of my chapter

In the past I still live, not anymore present
In the future I am unsung and forgotten"

-Isth-

Part I
Haunting depression too powerful to comprehend
Breathing heavily and slowly till the last breath
Seeking the excuse to live, to tell others of my kind
They won't understand, never will like I do
I understand that my life shall continue along the rope
What shall hold me and take me away

The visions I see with my eyes of hollow sight
Appearance of my past runs through my dying mind
My past of torture and childhood of fears
Same destiny I wish to share with them and so I will

Disseminate me in one piece into the ground
With the mark on my neck
Propagate me into your sickening memories
Let me procreate my birth all over again

Part II
Internally displaced, freedom of humane disgrace
Alteration to next step and to the portal of paradise
The paradise where we shalt die in continuum
And rat race will never end and for vanity we'll all die

-Isth-