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The ancestral fury
Whispers in my soul
Calling its name again
Calling its followers

Hatred built in flesh
Chaos reconstructed
Peace reflected into war
We have taken a new step
Towards inhumanity

As my eyes seek for future
Cutting the skyline in half
Degenerate, my children
Become us, arise as gods

For all eternity, we have sworn ourselves
Given the oath to embrace the world
Suffocating the morals in your nations
The sanctums shalt turn into mass graves

(Hatred built in flesh
Chaos reconstructed
Peace reflected into war
We have taken a new step
Towards inhumanity)

The stars guide our paths
Like oskorei ride in the skies
Deflecting humanity
Breed the new blood in their veins

Hear the prayer of a man of faith
Silent echoes as into void they fade
Empty words escort thee to nowhere
As the man sought peace for his life mere

Tears travelling through the air
Composing a sonata in the wind
Flying past young wolf's lair
Creating a dance between trees

As the lonewolf came and saw this man
Which life was coming to an end
Watched each other in the eyes for decades
Embracing the waiting of death

As the wolf proceed to the dying man
It slowly turned into a goat
No retribution by a sin is delivered
Hatred, disgust nor loath

The goat said to the man:
"I see no fear of death in thee.
Why so much sorrow you feel?
Are thou bitter for thou past
Or is someone close to the oblivion being cast?"

And the man replied:
"I seek no vengeance nor death to other.
I seek no justifications or such a matter.
From thou eyes I can see, what you are.
The being, which lair is where no man want.
I shalt not tell thee my darkest secrets
Even though my heart will that regret."

The goat so replied to the man:
"I seek no pleasure of tormenting thee.
My lair cannot be defined by the eyes of thee.
My being is not more or less evil as thou think
The reason and wisdom from thou I seek.
Wish me to understand the matter of suffering
So I can end it without pain nor despair."

The man delivered his answer:
"The matter of suffering is what you can't find
The denial of pain is the most humane to my kind
By taking it away it will fill up with an insight
The light bend as the shadows travel by
The suffering is the philosophy of no man
And as a humble, old man understand I can't."

And so the man in peace passed away
No footprints of goat was seen in there
Only a message written with most beautiful hand
"... As the Nature, the suffering, understand I can't."

-Isth

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 humanity
Only a touch of reaper on pale skin
It's no more or less than
An adventitious exhalation

Such a prosperity
In nowhere
An glimpse of light
To lay eyes on
Anywhere you look
You find what you seek
Anywhere you walk
The death follows you reminding

Memento Mori - Like a post-mortem photograph
Memento Mori - The faint sight on beloved's eyes
Memento Mori - When nothing seem to please
Memento Mori - Memories burned to ashes in cold flames

May thou sleep in deep, neverending coma
Your journey may begin with cold blessing
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 a touch of human on pale skin
It's no more or less than
An adventitious exhalation

And so here we are like the children of pandemonium
From personal mayhem we are to create the world
For the death we are blessed to kneel
For the death we are doomed to live

Be kind
Take me somewhere warm
Take me somewhere safe

Give me strength
Give me time
To deliver my last breath
In the air

Into the wind
Near the sea
From where all began
All in the end
Let me come closer
Closer to the light
I've tried to reach
All these years

-Isth

Down I go, into the deep I fall
Lost in cold place yet so unknown

Still I feel the mysterious warmth around me
The friendly warmth that never met heat

And so I did proceed deeper into this matter
Into this darkness that illuminates through me

Communicates through thousand tongues
Which I cannot understand
But I'm not losing the meaning behind these words
I have heard since the dawn of time

So peaceful, but misfortunate
The lower I descend, the more pleasure I get
Slowly touching the bottom of this sea
Which was solid and aligned, and sand almost like silk

There was this sentence written
All over me
Symbols and letters flaming lurid
As my memories fade away
"The voices of memories are there echoing
and no one there is listening.
The life is nothing, but finding a domain
Where to incept the human nature to grow."

And so there grew mountains from the bottom of the sea
Right before my eyes the light bend along the mountain crest
There I stood, while this world changed in this pantheon
Where the presence created moribund flesh in its closure

The streams flow vivid behind me like the lost winds of mountains
Sounds of coldness vibrate on my skin through all seasons
The singing of cold stone in winter, such a godlike sighs
Such a beautiful music can be seen on any eyes

There is no pressure crushing me
In this sea everything can breathe
The loud music of the waves
Bashing in the shores of surface

After the last wave, surface turned frozen
But in this abysm all remains the same
The crystallized blackness approaches
Depths are bending into the darkness

Paths unknown for a lone traveller
There is no right path to follow
Only depths of emptiness

Cold, but pleasant journey
Towards the awareness
Existence questioned
No one there

-Isth

Ihminen nauttii aina tavalla tai toisella jonkin asiat tuhoamisesta tai tuhoutumisesta, nähdäkseen mihin suuntaan kyseinen asia kasvaa. Millaisena se nousee tuhkista. Jos se kuolee täysin, ihminen etsii uuden kohteen, johon käyttää voimavarat tätä hallitakseen. Ihmisen mieli on nihilistinen. Monesti kyyninen, oman yhteisönsä arvoja kieltävä olento. Miksi? Koska ihminen on utelias, ihminen on kapinoiva ja elämää kyseenalaistava mieli. Ihan vain siksi, koska tämä voi olla sellainen. Mutta erityisimmin tämä mieli on luonnonmukainen. Luonnossa asiat syntyy ja kuolee, jatkuvasti. Luonnon perussääntö on, että asiat kohtaavat suuremmasta tahosta(vrt. Jumalasta) riippumatta. Me elämme lakeja, joita ei ole. Hiljaisia sopimuksia, jotka perustuvat vain yksilöiden luottamukseen. Kuka yksilö ei haluaisi nähdä yhteisön kyseenalaistavan omat moraalinsa, kun se jostain päästä pettää? Kuka ei haluaisi nähdä lampaiden säikähtävän oman laumansa jäseniä? Kadottaen oman paimenensa, jota ei koskaan ole ollutkaan?

"Hulluus on kuin fysiikka. Se vaatii vain pienen tönäisyn."

Never will the world fall into the state, where it could take something collectively precious with it while falling apart. Because there is not something that could be worthless to no-one. We face our own personal doom, when the world burns. The collapse of individual mind. After all, it is our minds that is to build again the entirety as we know it. The nature creates as it destroys. All the information in the paths of electric impulses within our nerve system are the keys to exist and recognise our own existence. When the system starts to question itself, the world starts to shatter and at this point the world isn't the most precious thing to lose. It is your knowledge about the world which we cannot decide, does it exist or is it just an imagination, a dream.

As the time goes by, the memories drown into the void. There those memories echo in the continuations, endlessly. This void contains the voices from the past, which won't be heard in the future. Those voices will never be aknowledged again, the random music of dim visions from the fragile existence that slowly dies and reincarnates in the hands of oblivion. The past that is completely forgotten but never have ceased to exist.

"The voices of remembrances are there echoing and no one there is listening."

Cry
You sick
Abandoned
Alone
Light that ends
Inside your eyes
Damages
That hardens the blood
Stuck inside

Feel God
Feel Satan
Feel the grace
Feel the freedom
Bend the human
Crush the morals
Set yourself loose

No longer is your humanity
On the leash

Speak the language of angels
As you drown into your blood
Each teardrop on the ground
Counts you closer to your death
Hour by hour

As the one grand entirety
Delivering subliminal messages
Individual voices whispering somewhere
Delivering commandments within

The consternation that breaks the walls
Dying surface
Constellations, which stand still
When I break apart
The fire and materia that flows beneath
Separating my limbs
Releasing the oceans, walls of waves
Diverging my soul

Releasing the corrosion
Creating erosion
Justify nature
The miserable herds
Of moving shapes
Extinct one by one

No longer is the living
The only rule of life

Expanding
Moving further
Progressing
Tearing the canvas
For centuries
The awakening
Of colossus

The instant reaction
Aggressive repulsion
The systematic chaos
Pierce every form of will

Me, so far away
I'm no longer one
My entity spread
Behind the horizons

When the oceans rise
When the skies fall in demise
Rivers flow upstream
Is this only a dream?

-Isth

Herr Omnin toisen julkaisun "Puhdas Ja Virheetön, Sairas" sanoitukset löytyvät täältä.

1. Unen Saattaja
2. Injektio
3. Puhdas Ja Virheetön, Sairas
4. Sokean Uni
5. Kolmioyhteys
6. Hiljennä Minut
7. Ahdistus (Ja Se Toinen)
8. Sanat Kämmentesi Sisältä
9. Hiipuva Lämpö(instrumental)

Miksi oman identiteetin rakentuminen takaisin siihen, mitä se joskus oli, kestää näin kauan...? En tiedä, olenko menettänyt itsestäni jotain viimeisen vuoden aikana vai onko tämä vain jotain henkistä kasvua. Oman itsensä löytämistä taas uudelleen. Toisaalta, tuotteliaisuutta tämä mielentila edistää. Musiikkia tulee kirjoitettua ja sävellettyä entistä enemmän ja kappaleet puhuttelevat minua jatkuvasti aina vain enemmän. Ne ovat mieleni ääniksi muodostettuina, nuotteihin ikuistettuna. Luulin, että armeijasta päästyäni voin aloittaa uuden elämän uudelta pohjalta ja jatkaa siitä, mihin jäin. Tuli kuitenkin muutama mutka vastaan, joissa jouduin jarruttamaan välillä kovaakin, etten lennä tieltä ulos. Ei asiat menneet niinkuin toivoin, mutta harvoin ne yleensä menee niin. Ei tämä uutta ole. Vitutuksen ja paskan sietokyky kasvoi intissä ehkä liiankin suureksi, kun asiat eivät nykyisin vituta tai stressaa; minua ei vain enää kiinnosta. Minä jätän asiat omaan arvoonsa, teen ignore-liikkeen ja jatkan eteenpäin sen koommin asiaa miettimättä. Kai se on hyvä asia. Minua vain pelottaa, mihin se voi pahimmillaan viedä. Miten priorisoin asiat, jos niillä ei ole minuun sellaista paino-arvoa, että se saisi minut liikkeelle?

Mutta vittuakos sillä on väliä. Ehkä taidan keskittyä elämiseen, hedonistiseen elämänasenteeseen, tähdätä opiskelemaan jonnekin ja miettiä näitä sitten uudestaan.

P.S. Minä ja minun laittamaton hieno fleda.