HEKATAION - SACRIFICE AT THE CROSSROADS When we look inwards, through the lenses of anger, with the coals of rage burning within our vision, the soul may extinguish the decadent essence that clings to such emotion, where all that remains is a pure and virulent energy, not a human emotion brought upon by the fickle woes of life. Conversely, it is through this inverse, where our universe lies not outwards but within ourselves, that we terraform it, to reach its nucleus, the cen

GENOCIDE HAMMER - BIOTERRORISTIC PANSPERMIA We often view equilibrium of the soul as a zenith to aspire to, where our morals and immorality are balanced upon the scales, where the consciousness and heart beat in tandem. But I do believe that we are not as honest as we choose to believe, not as pious as we hope, and certainly not as gleaming in splendour as our tongues paint our image to be. Rather, there are moments, though hidden beyond the map of our soul, that we wish to e

ASENHEIM - ELBENBLUT I know not what it is about immersing yourself within the words of literature. Perhaps it's a contradiction, for I know that it is the world into which the soul that seeks reprieve journeys, but what remains a mystery is, when the soul enters the gates and beyond the pages, what is the quest? Do we envision ourselves as the very heroes or see ourselves within the villains? Do we place a fragment of our selfsame into the pages, so much so that we transform

VINĀYAKAS - CLEANSED BY THE ANCIENT FIRE Souls may offer unto their deity the harvest of the land, anoint their statues in milk and honey, as tapers are lit so that the fragrance may commune with a higher being. All done to connect with a force that be perceived to be greater than oneself, but what if the same consciousness were to forge its own effigy in the image of the self, to use vehemence as the clay that be shaped, and in its crude form, we kneel to our own vices, lett

BRASS D'HONNEUR - HATE SPEECH The scum that crawls upon the earth, masquerading in their robes and parading their crosses and stars behind facetious smiles, look upon everyone else as but passages of meat. We may expand the mind to rebuke their narrow way of thinking and ascend beyond their doctrines. But then there are others, artists in their own right, whose philosophy is naught of the mind but of the body. For them, salvation lies within the hands that clutch oil and fire

Nobody asked for this. No really, I'm pretty sure that nobody was clamoring for Salò of all films to get released in such a grandiose, limited, box with more extras than you could ever hope for in the highest possible picture quality that modern technology allows. Yet here we are. And no, I'm not going to even remotely touch of on the film itself and all of its derangend infamy nor that of its troubled soul of a director, for there are more essays and theses written on this m

DRUDKH - ВІдлига (THAW) Is it not fascinating how one whose tongue may be as heavy as lead can express that which dwells within through parchment, paper, and pen? We often take for granted the ability of words to carry our own thoughts within them and, whatever it is that originates in the abode of the mind, render it into physical form. Our tongues may become mute, but the art of communicating in an honest manner, be it through a few words or an epic tale, can reach our emo

CHANTS - ECHOES I often believe that through the labyrinth that is life, a soul may wish to be free from this endless maze, to find solitude not within these ever-changing walls, the very same walls erected within the core of oneself. For when one peers within, we realize it is not a linear path we walk, but rather, we become the ouroboros, a fate destined to keep repeating itself in a cyclic manner. Yet through resistance, the tail never breaks. Languor grips and tears at th