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released November 5, 2015

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Chaoscunt Icel, Turkey

Helmed by Ruahanathanas known for her work in Viranesir. Blliigghhtted is a psychodrama for exploring the history and philosophy of dark spirituality through correlations of tradition and degeneration in essence and form. Current members include filmmaker-musician Emir Toğrul of Yayla and the Destroyers Of History drummer Merdümgiriz. ... more

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Track Name: Blliigghhtted - Flowers
You make us happy.
You make the snakes slither.
You make the dead forgotten.
Your colours make us forget that our time is limited.

What joy there is in the closing of space…
As being taken elsewhere.
How do they make it seem like will not linger…
We might linger…

I defy you to put faith in flowers eating away your flesh.
That death is only losing wield over one's body.
The mind lingers.
Inside of the skull.
It can feel all the maggots trying to eat away your sins.
It can feel the fires of cremation.
It can also feel the scattering of ashes.
Feel the pain of constant fornication,
And constant transformation.
Feel the pain of stillness, boredom and moving away from yourself.

Still the will to exist remains.
Still the will to one with ones self.
In this chaos of uncertainty, the one god is suffering you for his own certainty…

But further away you move from it.
As pieces of your former frame infect new beings.
They will never know,
Why they hate certain things.
As you infect the future…
Flowers become insects.
Insects become snakes.
Snakes become ideas,
And ideas are conjuring.

I do apologize for putting this spell on you.
Because conjuring is forever!
Oh how sorry you'll be,
If the great disparity reveals for you to see
That this was only a glimpse
But a divine glimpse is no different than an incision
Waiting to get infected
And expand with unrelated movement

Satan's light,
Burns me blind!
Track Name: Blliigghhtted - Yield Me
Never forget,
You have all this life to learn how to interpret pain into beauty.
The best investment one can do for itself.
Journey every corner of your consciousness to not get burnt by death.
Because we are the children of darkness!
And we are here to learn once again the principles of evil.
For we have been separated from our darkness.
We have to learn how to get back.
Into embracing darkness…
Forgive evil for forsaking us.
We walk their path.
Track Name: Blliigghhtted - Snakes
You make us nauseous,
You make the flowers sick,
You make the feline furless.
Your blindness makes us seep through the ground.

In heritage of years of speechless congregations we've grown into inhuman resistance.
We've blindsided what should have killed us and subverted the prophecy into sorcery.

They can kill our body; the antichrist, but they can never kill our thoughts.
Through illuminations of menstrual blood, godly semen and pediatric urine, we've dispersed the alpha wolves of guilt.
What is missing?

Understand your purpose and focus on your strengths.
You are here to inspire humans to conjure dragons.
Because conjuring is forever, it is timeless; not listening to what others might say will make it easier.
There lies a path beyond every thought conjured, and it is the snakes purpose to slither it complete.
These conjurations lead the way to the blackest of flames or whitest of lights.

It is another matter of disparity, death and life.
Dying is as relative as time.

The smoke inhaled from the burning of the stupid book of the prophecy of certainty into sorcery of chaos shall slowly set our spirits beyond.
Living is the dark hours of a day.
During said dark hours you might get advantage from the ease of walking through celestial valleys slithered open before you, and do not let the shame of being one of those fail you.
Falling away into the sky is an impossible movement, but conjuring is forever.
So here I conjure the thought of you teaching me how to live, when death is so near for you.

How more arrogant can one be, than to tell one how to live?
Because arrogance is the essence of slithery intention!
And know that slithering is the only way to fall away into the sky.

As our phosphorous souls nurture the black eyes of a dragon.
Arrogance is the essence of slithery intention.
Let it wash your soul, but not your being.
Or let your soul devour your meaning...
In this land of cause, you must use cause.
Manipulate the meaning of things.
To feel no more fear.
Faith without fear!
Faith makes snakes of fire slither back into the celestial void.
Faith is happiness, and happiness can be carved out of sadness.
This is the key, but do you know which way to turn it?
Faith is fear, and fear can be carved out of joy.
Fear is a maternal heritage.
Hate is paternal.

Do not mistake your so-called love for the weak for compassion.
It is only the justification of your hate for the strong that you inherited from your father.
He wanted to get in with the weak,
And neglected you in doing so,
As weak as he is,
Because he had no father…
You must kill this weakness,
Or your snakes won't guide you,
They will gnaw you!

And I shall watch you suffer
As the flowers eat away your flesh.
And you are asking why,
Your own child is pissing on your grave.
You were to blame.