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GALCIT 53
03:49
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GALCIT 53
Rocket research condoned but not funded
Suicide Squad meeting in the dry desert
Designing castable composite propellant
A bevy of misfits, from the horn of the Beast
To the son of heaven and all in between
Making fast the fiery speed at war’s pace
They rose to build hell in the desert
And Jack himself made the Star Ruby
And banished with fire and predicated scarlet
The success of GALCIT 53 on film
The experiment true science led by intuition
But an industry to be born beyond the myth
But Thelemic sorcery and fulminate of mercury
Unimaginable paroxysm of death rips Parsons apart
A mistake, a killing, or a curse
Rocket research continues after the war
But communist sympathies lead to un-American
Accusations against survivors of the Suicide Squad
McCarthy and the Witch Hunt hunters hunting
“Let the scientists know they can leave America
Explore space for all we care, as we port in the V2 crew...”
Frank Malina deports and paints outer space from France
A fortune teller draws a map for Martin Summerfield
Beyond orbit, beyond even Princeton, New Jersey
The son of heaven himself exiled
Returns home after intellectual banishment
Qian Xuesen fathers the Chinese missile
Master mind Von Kármán original visionary
Does not escape the wrath of ignorance
But perseveres to advocate, nonetheless
And Edward Forman walking the shadow
Of his 60th year is, just as promised,
Haunted by the fire of a handsome ghost
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Lammas Eve 1940
06:57
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Lammas Eve 1940
Like our forebear holy elder coven
Did defending all the isle
From Bony twelve pound cannonball
Artillery and the volley
We gathered in New Forest proper
To begin the call command
And in our fire forged the weapon
To fright the mind of Hitler
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
And we afire with right of wisdom
Do deploy the cone of power
Like our forebear holy elder coven
Did defending all the isle
Of the whole of the Armada
Objuration of witches’ lips
We converge the cone of power
Towering high into the night
Powered by our antique rhythm
And yearning for the moon
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot
We writhe around the fire naked
And target the putrid Nazi core
Our cone of power, we let it free
To rend the fascist sunder
Like our forebear holy elder coven
Did defending all the isle
We expel you and do defend
Our home and turf upon this Earth
Whether sea, or sand, or forest snow
You may not cross the boundary
Between your hate and the world
Cursing you to live within your skull
Live within that coffin
And hear no more the wind
Passing without the box
Bearing the whisper of our hex
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Hex Party
03:33
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Hex Party
Curses unto you
May your death not die
May you writhe in pain
Cursed and hexed
An enemy of this world
Every hungry worm is alive with anticipation
Ready to eat your brain
For the meat it is
We will kill you dead
We will kill you dead
Istan, drive the nails
Into their heads
We will kill you dead
We will kill you dead
Istan, drive the nails
Into their heads
Mangle the feet of the ones
Mangle the feet of the ones
Who would walk on your grave
Slit their throats
Expose their nerves
Hack their heads off
Like cloves of garlic
Tossed into a stew
Rend the Nazi body useless
Hex the fascist scum
Rend the Nazi corpses useless
Hex the fascist scum
The scum
The scum
The scum
The scum
The scum
Let’s destroy!
Let’s all destroy the propaganda
Wrangle the truth from the tripe
Wrangle the truth from the tripe
And slay the fascist host
Slit their throats
Expose their nerves
Hack their heads off
Like cloves of garlic
Tossed into a stew
Rend the Nazi body useless
Hex the fascist scum
Rend the Nazi corpses useless
Hex the fascist scum
The scum
The scum
The scum
The scum
The scum
Let’s all destroy the deceivers
Tangle without any fear
Tangle without any fear
Carve their guts with sharpened knives
Slit their throats
Expose their nerves
Hack their heads off
Like cloves of garlic
Tossed into a stew
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This Grimoire Kills Fascists
I open my spell book
Select a passage
I cast the circle with my wand
It is my intention
And it be my will
To know exactly which side that you are on
I hear a new black metal track
By some newish one man band
The artwork darkened like the night
It is my intention
And it be my will
To know exactly on whose side you fight
I speak to demons
And I speak to angels
And they both tell me the same thing
The world isn’t black and white
But somethings
Just aren’t right
This grimoire holds secrets
Occult esoterics
Sigils of the demons of the void
But one thing isn’t secret
And that’s the sad conclusion
That being vigilant doesn’t mean you’re paranoid
They attack based on race
Attack based on gender and sexuality
And try to tell us they have a right to be proud
They despise all diversity
And say: "Extreme metal must be dangerous"
But what they fear most is extreme inclusivity getting loud
This grimoire kills fascists
Just like our grandparents did
This song ain’t a warning shot
It’s a bomb
Just let us know exactly
Which side you are on
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Nonemaker
06:30
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Nonemaker
The flare of a hundred chiliad
Sidereal blazes rising in ember
Up and upon our empyrean tableau
Nodding
Following well behind the penumbra
Of a radical moon
The coordination of rapid rupture
The intellect of the luminary gang
The call to create the becoming of death
The implications of science and politics
No regret, we pay the debt of the dead
I am Nonemaker
No regret, we pay the debt of the dead
No regret, we build effigies to the slain
When you speak, say not many words
But cast illuminations so that your sentence
Is like matchlight briefly flared
Not to light the way, but to light the fuse
To fuze the enlightened paths of dissolution
Otherwise desolate and desultory
Do not patronize me, I remember death
Falling on the cities like rain on muddy tracks
I need physics
I need gods and I need gods to end
This the only way
That it can end
No regret, we pay the debt of the dead
No regret, we build effigies to the slain
No regret
Bombing deserts, explosion lenses
Primed to test the killing capacity
Of a hundred billion stars
Colliding in the night
The throat of an albino snake
Locked in heat on a gypsum dune
I lay waste these lands
Only on account of my desire to end it all
But I am disimpassioned by the likelihood
That my killing hands will kill us all
And these affairs are hard on the heart
The heart of the Nonemaker
And these affairs are hard on the heart
I lay to waste these lands
And recreate the universe
As a field of fire whence all is purified
And evil sown rises to engulf the hatred
And these affairs of the heart
Mean nothing to the Nonemaker
Nonemaker
Nothing to the Nonemaker
The glare of a hundred billion
Sparkling bodies floating beyond
The event horizon
Nodding like fellow travelers
Winking like lovers in a darkened crowd
Ready to die in the wake of...
The Nonemaker
And it is nothing to the Nonemaker
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Witches Dance
04:05
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Witches Dance
O, blessed is the one who well possessed
And knowing the rites of the gods
Lives piously, soul initiated
Into the Bacchic dance
Dancing over the mountains
In hallowed passion
Cathartic
Following the law of the great mother Kybele
Wielding the cone-tipped wand
Wreathed in ivy
Worshiping
Dionysos
Cursed is the one who climbs the tree
To police the revel
And being ignorant of the ways
Of the revelers sees hatred in joy
It is the head of the cursed
That will be held aloft
Before the patriarchy
On the end of a spear
And even horror and exile
Can not pale our blood
Once under the moon
We have danced
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In Nocturnal Rapport
07:49
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In Nocturnal Rapport
From manipulating cards and rope
To manipulating army brigades
Cities disappearing on my watch
Deception command on my word
Armies disappearing at my command
Camouflage the death machine
In nocturnal rapport
With the genie of illusion
I command the sight before you
As a mirror directs reflection
Mission redirected
Camouflage your history
Patent leather hair
Patter born of stagecraft
Most of my experience
Came eating razor blades on film
Magic and vanity
It ran in the family
Born to serve illusions
Born to wave a hand
As misdirection
Electrical storming
Chemical guile gullibility
Theatrical architecture prodigious
Building the pyre of strategy
Framing the scene and restoring
The vision of a well-built illusion
Go to hell
Only a figure of speech
Though never spoken enough
The desert is true in mirages
My world to define and describe
This gig a conman’s pitch
I am the genius
That claims to be your own
Your higher self and I am a liar
Concealment
And experiments in the desert
Hiding in plain view
From the death raiders above
Over African skies
The canal and our quarter
Nothing is noble
Except everything noble
In the deceit of the strobe
Embellishment
And ghostwriting cunning
A command of historical reflection
As an author, I am a pale saint
Reasonable in my affliction
Present in this presence of mind
Misdirection
As my father and grandfather taught
Is the only technique
That makes them want the lie
Whether on stage or in theatre
The deed is done within the mind
The art world
The misfits and all of the spirits
That otherwise the alpha
Deflects as unwanted detritus
Hereby the art of the mind
Wins battles, colors history
And though nothing is new
But my drink and despondence
You’ll remember how I won the war
In the sands of El Alamein
I was a bait-switching sorcerer
My grand scheme toppled nature itself
And sold hell to the enemy
I am the retribution of the misfit
I am the wizard of wily victory
My own glorious genius
Is the genius of my illusion
Pan as you will my valediction
My guile was enough to baffle
Rommel in the sand
Or enough to loosely support the theory
Death in a myth
A chimera
Of vanity
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