Ceremonial Rape Machine

England's glory lives on in world wide genocide. Believing in the strength of the once great Empire is the pinnacle of human idiocy. You can't step twice into the same water, for other waters are ever flowing on to you. Cutting through the rough hedge of opposition, we summon the desire for the freedom of mind and body and spirit but not many can fight the temptation of instant gratification of the modern day.

On the University System

The liberal university allows its students a measure of liberty, but only so as they do not challenge the basis of university education: the prepartion of a privileged minority for a return to the ranks of the ruling class from which they have taken temporary leave of absence. The university has, in fact, becine a sausage-machine which turns out people without any real culture, and incapable of thinking for themselves, but trained to fit into the economic system of a highly industrialized society. The student may glory in the renown of his university status, but in fact he is being fed 'culture' as goose is fed grain - to be sacrificed on the alter of bourgeois appetites.
Abglanz and out.

Coetus Fidelium

The bubble has burst
And insanity flows an endless stream.
Buried under the capitals,
So reciprocated and serene.

Dreariness hit an all time high.
This powder is the only salvation.
For the nation that breeds rapists
Extinction is the sole way out.

Comment moderation,
Censorship's whore is ready to take.
Coetus that triggers crashing of minds.
The abyss that widens day after day.

New Art

Eat Your Fackin' Heart Out, B.

Only when one has the sweet smell of psychosis,
Can he truly know justice,
Oh, so sweet is the stench
Of decaying existence of mind.

The penniless fools march down their arcades,
Like soliders they rack up their lines.
Lines, that divide evil and man.
A crooked incline straightens.

Wilted lines of reality,
Crash like waves into cliff of darkest insanity.
Twisted angle with a saint like message,
Laying crushed on the floor.

Beginning Of The End

So the svengali in the souls of the collective has lead to a creation. The creation known purely as We Killed The Zeitgeist. We now enter the realms of big mouth buffons and cotton wool liberals shouting heathen beliefs at their audience of zero. Time we got in on this beast the collective declared a mere few hours ago and from that moment it was born. Intention minimal, progession necessary, freedom a given, and moralities none existent shall be the consitition. Art is an evil that will be pandered to here.
I am a swine, it is in my nature
Abglanz and out

Music from the depths of societies' soul

Outside The Strange

The scorching blade slashed at my eyelashes and stabbed at my stinging eyes. That's when everything began to reel. The sea carried up a thick, fiery breath. It seemed to me as if the sky split open from one end to the other to rain down fire. My whole being tensed and I squeezed my hand around the revolver. The trigger gave; I felt the smooth underside of the butt; and there, in that noise, sharp and deafening at the same time, is where I tall started. I shook off the sweat and sun. I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

Here/Where

"Here, where, on the road to nowhere
We've sailed the seas of pain and despair
Never fear, my gentle underclass sis
Let's weave our tale of amphetamine psychosis"

We've come, we are seeing and we will conquer. Nothing can possibly stand in our way of reducing your pretty petty ignorant minds into dust. Mere dust. With no indignant remains to remind the future generations of your pathetic existence. But all in a good time.
Meanwhile, enjoy this.