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Sadistic Zine  #2

1. Sleep of Death 2. Worship Him 3. Knowledge of the Ancient Kingdom 4. Morbid Metal 5. Rite of Cthulhu 6. The Black Face 7. Into the Pentagram 8. Messenger of the Light 9. Last Benediction 10. The Dark

“Prisoner of my dreams Slave to my illusions Paralysed by the anguish of a new day Tormented by the desire of glory The thirst for power I'm refuging into the pentagram Where I fear nobody I dominate my enemies I lead my friends All belongs to me, body and soul Prisoner of my dreams Slave to my illusions Paralysed by the anguish of a new day Tormented by the desire of glory The thirst for power I'm retreating into the pentagram Where I become possessor of your lives Dictator of your thoughts Master of your acts The pentagram is my invincible weapon...”

Fullmoon #2

“I've chosen the Dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside, I watch the time pass I await the coming of my day My journeys are always within me There where is found the bottomless pit Where, there in I plunge, always a little deeper There, in that other world where only unity is harmony Sheltered from the regard and the rules of men There colour is absent, light is black Enemies of the sun, the phantoms of the shadows Have taught me to delight in horror Faces without eyes, and silent lips Float in the immensity of empty space A sweet melancholy fills my heart Life as a whole seems absurd Silence is so pure, so profound that it intoxicates The emptiness, annihilates all And nothingness takes it place”

src: Black Death Nostalgia

“Two alone in a sack of skin Playing the role of slave, master of war That is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh That is my hell Penitent rebel Riding the ether or grovelling in the mud I know how little is the value of that which has a price Rebellion ! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion ! Renunciation is not the divine way Two alone in a sack of skin Playing the role of slave master of war That is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh Captured and tortured I don't want this, I want to leave How can one go when one has already arrived ? Flight is an illusion And even triumph is bitter When only the battle is counted I know how little is the value of that which has a price Rebellion ! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion ! Renunciation is not the divine way REBELLION !”