theworldof-head

a manifest of a dying world…

In the center of the unending blackness resides a force of pure chaos known to us as Tenelt, the Great Whore of the Abyss. Her wretched womb gave birth to every star, every planet, every soul, every reality. WE ARE HER CHILDREN GONE WRONG! Aeon after aeon she hurls her abominations into the cosmos, feeding them, nurturing their hunger through her endless umbilical cord. An eternity ago we rose from primal ooze, wandering the edges of our cage, lost and without a purpose, clicking our heels to the perverted rhythm of instinct-driven life.
When we discovered the Black Mountain, things began to change and our aimless journey finally came to an end. I, Drakkh´Horrh, was the first to conquer it. After spending years in solitude, withstanding the flesh-ripping winds howling against this colossal gradient, I brought our people the wisdom that would lead us to our inner gold.

That would break the chains preventing us from ascending to a higher form of being. For centuries I taught them my discoveries. We lost many and only the strongest, wisest and most creative survived the Age of Ascension. No longer were we bound to the banal rules of survival and physics. We witnessed with our souls, fed on cosmic dust and breathed in atomic waves. We began building the black city of Mynskh, a monument of our supremacy, our greatest achievement, the pinnacle of all arts and creation itself. And with the last stone set, the madness of drunken gods came upon us.

For when one has mastered every art and unlocked every secret in time and space, what is there left do? All of a sudden, the things you freed yourself from seem pleasing compared to the infinite tedium of perfection – and so we fell. I had to witness our downfall into despair, trying to drive the whore out of our rows once again. Never would I degrade into this chaotic piece of flesh, this rotting simple-minded slave that only lives for the killing, the feasting, the fucking. Living only for the perpetual hunger, devouring even the smallest path out of this abomination called life.

I would rather wipe out my entire race than give in to the sweet whispers lurking in my spirit. Enchanting me. Lying to me. Alas, how right I was! For eternities I listened to the piercing screams of their souls, begging for purpose, for a way out of this misery. I became their vessel. I floated in a sea of burning mercury, drowning in the pain of my people, crying in madness for inspiration to end it all. But there was something else dwelling in the deep black void – enduring, preying. Something familiar yet unknown. Absolute darkness. Born from our endless agony, something terrifying, chaos incarnate, tore itself free from Tenelt’s shattering embrace.

A being that should not be.

Coming for us.

Drakkh´Horrh
First Black-Coat of Mynskh, Bringer of the Ore and Destroyer of us all

Chapter one : Obliterating Perfection

I. The Amendment of a Cosmic Fault

Here I sit, grasping the past stretch
Of my presence and bringing my toil to completion

Alone I remain with the task of bringing us an end
Made of grief, of gloom, it will bear a new conception

I no longer search
I no longer think
I no longer doubt

As the chains pierce the heavens i recall triumphant times
Standing on this hollow mountain, once our most sacred place
Defiled in agony, its veins are empty like my immortal life

We were architects, great builders
The alchemic path lead us to our inner gold

Now our city lies in ruins
Our greatest achievement corrupted

MYNSKH! I bow to you

The glowing sun is imprisoned by my sadness and will be
My avatar, for only it can purge what we have
become, what we once were

These chains i forge
every piece a soul of MYNSKH
I am the anvil – the source
Through the black heavens they reach
To enchain the living sun
The ravishment of light

and so i pull

AND SO I PULL

AND SO I PULL

AND SO I PULL

AND SO I PULL

AND SO I PULL

But what is this?
Is it peace?
Have we been living in perfection all along?
Was i wrong?
Am i insane?
All that remains is our greatest gift to give

The amendment of a cosmic Fault

And my undying sadness
Everything is basked in its glorious radiance, our husk is scorched
Our flesh is charred
All that remains is our greatest gift to give

The amendment of a cosmic Fault

Too long have i lingered, and waited to see
Purpose for my people
Yet not the even the birth and death of a god
Could save us from this outcome

What have we done?

And so i pull


II. Entering the Age of Ascension

We have reached the gradient of deepest black
A dark perversion of guiding unlight

Obscured by cancerous clouds
Where visions turn to memories

I can feel its veins pulsing through the stone
And the howling of a flaying storm
Ancient knowledge enthroned on the summit

I will ascend to bring forth the ore
I will conquer this colossal tragedy

We will be free
From the umbilical chord nurturing our disaster
Preventing us from lashing out

Coutiously i make my climb – For the Whore is ever lurking in ones spirit
Upwards i crawl – Wont stray from the path

Seeking wisdom on the mount

This journey wont be easy, its not meant to be
For the path of the wise and the worker is hard by necessity

For only in solitude, quiet and pain
Will this knowledge come to me

Placing the last small piece to heal the mislead slaves
And the chosen one will show his face

We have reached the gradient of deepest black
A dark perversion of guiding unlight

Obscured by cancerous clouds
Where visions turn to memories

I can feel its veins pulsing through the stone
And the howling of a flaying storm
Ancient knowledge enthroned on the summit

I will ascend to bring forth the ore
I will conquer this colossal tragedy

We will be free
From the umbilical chord nurturing our disaster
Preventing us from lashing out


III. Atmaah

Ripped out of mother chaos´ shattering embrace
A twisted vision of a demiurge

An anomaly of screaming souls
The source unkown but i cant resist

And into nothingness i am drawn

Realities are shaping me
Dimensions dissecting me

Drowning in dark matter
Raping stars, devouring worlds
Cursing gods on their ancient thrones

The birthing of things that shouldnt be born
Imbedded in darkness, facing the madness

Dazed by their screams, onward I must fall
Ripped to fragments, rebuilt again by the tide of time

Not to be tamed, my choice is extinct
Aspects of my Pilgrimage

Not to be tamed, my choice is extinct
Aspects of I

Living the horrors of existance
Binding the mind to strings of conciousness
Obliterating whole galaxies, reshaping the universe

Falling through tribulation
A familiar sensation from an unknown beholder
Ripped to fragments, yet still alive
Conceived again, only to endure

Your screams run like poison in my cosmic veins
Your corrupted endevours are the virtue i need

Memories of innocence, singed by affliction
My gently genocide, will bring you perfection once more

Dazed by their screams, onward I must fall
Ripped to fragments, rebuilt again by the tide of time

My creators draw near, I cannot delay
With the powers you have bestowed me
You will be ground to ash


IV. The Black City, the Seduction and the Judgement of the Great Harlot

Alas! See these walls!
A city to outshine all pantheons
And their slothful gods

A Symbol of Supremacy!

Free from the chains of instinct-driven creatures!

Unchainend we walk the path of the worker
And master every skill there is

We tricked mortality
Carved out our eyes

To see cosmic mysteriums unfold!

Forlorn are these Stones
As shadows dancing in every alley
With the Whore

The Great Whore of the Abyss
Mother of chaos, we refuse to join your shattering embrace!

Aeon after aeon we bathed in our perfection
Till a certain smell fullfilled the air
A smell of things to come
A well known stench
From times long past

After achieving the highest form of greatness
After creating a perfect piece of art
When you solved every riddle the great blackness offered you

What is there left to do?
What is there left to do?

Lets dwell in our most twisted wishes
Urges long suppressed
Celebrate the wickedness lurking in us

Give yourself to the unnatural

To Kill
To Feast
To Rot
To Fuck

Lets drown this city in rivers of pus and shit
Lets tear down these walls
Lets burn this city down!

And join her hypnotizing dance

Lets rejoin her shattering embrace
Lets feed on her decaying milk
Such bitterwseet venom cursing our souls


V. A Screaming God

A perpetual cry is ripping through me
Turning buildings to ash in a maelstrom of hate
Its sinister grasp descends on my soul

Ancient memories of maddening pain are devouring my mind
Have i become the vessel?

The incarnation of our anguish, dementia, our decadence
This primal-form of darkness – Falling into the blackest abyss

Such agony in that shriek – Descending like fire
Darkening the sky above

I am floating in burning mercury
As its hunger feasts on my agony

A convergation on a massive scale

And the sky seems to twist, yanked down into itself
As if a score of invisible hands, reaching through unseen portals
Grasping the fabric of the world with cold, destructive, unnatural, rage

The scream is unnending
Rage and unbearable pain meshed together like twin strands
In an ever-tightening rope
Closing in a noose around my neck

And the sky seems to twist, yanked down into itself
As if a score of invisible hands, reaching through unseen portals
Grasping the fabric of the world with cold, destructive, unnatural, rage

I am floating in burning mercury
As its hunger feasts on my agony

A convergation on a massive scale