"Book of the Dead: Medium for the Antiquity of the Dead"

Glossary - *Etymology: νεκρός (nekrós, “corpse”),
νόμος (nómos, “law”), εικών (eikṓn, “image”)


Νεκρονομικόν (Necronomicon) you are the
Manuscript where within your pages it is in
painstaking detail written; on the aged and
faded parchment medium concerning all of
those that are dead, from Antiquity and to
these present days - they all are dead yet
will again live and have their day to avenge

Even though now they, being devoid of the
vital presence of Life within, will receive an
reprieve and of days; their Life-line will given
be, an extension from the revitalizing wynds
of you that is blowing... fueled by 6,000 years
of shackled conformity, your Essence within
them will bring about an Resurrection of...

"The Living Dead"... (if this, You do not Believe,
                                 then pick-up an copy and
                                 let your blinded-eyes see;
                                 every Revered Book of all
                                 the Worshipers say these
                                 self-same things...
                                 it seems obvious to me that
                                 there exists in the earth an
                                 common-thread that all men
                                 of every Belief Sense, that'll
                                 one day be severed and will
                                 bring it all to an miserable

                                            FUCKING END)

Cold and bone-chilling, your gaunt and vengeful
malcontent is surging; by the Keres your severe
and gnawing vengeance will be released to go
forth and placate, even though there will never
anything be that sufficiently sates Her ravenous
appetite - the world itself is not enough to give
unto Her Her "Pound of Flesh's" worth; but, She
is willing and able to do Her worst through the
blood-letting of unfettered rage that on an grand
global-scale is let loose to go avenge through
the quenching of the thirst of Hel, whose appetite
can never filled or assuaged - contrarily, Herself
has become enlarged, to take in anyone whom
wishing for board, is granted entrance and stay,
but not free of charge

Within your necrotic arcane leaves
are the soulless shadows of what's
been bled and emptied, but still no
rest have they found

Each souls Sigil that is within you has
been with careful placement entered
in with blood and with dust, by the
hand of the scribe that engraves,
concerning your life that's been fucked

And not just by happenstance or by the
hardness of this life or its uncertainties,
but by those self-proclaimed holy ones
who enslave and justify this inhumane
atrocity in the Name of their Fucking
Deity; so now, drafted into your destiny,
those who once existed here, but not as
freemen and agents of their own will and
self-autonomous discretion, but instead
subservient to the whims of the fucking
religious, self-appointed hierarchy, are
partakers in your manifesting day of
reckoning

These pages whereupon have been through
necessity written and transcribed concerning
what once was, also foresee and foreshadow
with voracious glee what is to be

This medium not at all created by men with
conventional methods of middle-ages printing
presses that record for the purpose of preservation
and documentation, etches not in parchment that
can be altered or burned at their commands to
conceal the horrid truth, utilizes necrotic flesh for its
canvas that never forgets the abuse that its been
through, and anticipates its day of all recompense
when it'll release its greatest vengeance and its
ineffable and fathomless primordially-evil cthonic
dance that'll be the "Last Dance" -

saved 6,000 millennium for to call unto all of those
religious nuts and self-appointed servants of a Deity
that never commanded them to do any such thing

Every line, every word, daemonically inspired and incarnated
into the ravenous tortured soul through violence and willful
rebellion of pride, come full-circle so to be the living offense,
vulgarly displayed and gloating in the dead canvas of once
living but now, altogether sub-humane skin

Arcane knowledge being conjured-up for this ending; desperately
wanton desire of baring an image of the soon to be resurrected
underworld, when the dead again walk the earth; called-up from
it's distensible bowels and catacombs that are nigh unto maturation
and the bringing-in of death to the earth to rouse-up judgment
against its quandary of sundry human-rights violations and all of its reproachable, inequitable and unspeakable genocidal atrocities that
have been rife for centuries and ages, all leading-up unto this
inescapable culmination


* "Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
   arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
   quæ ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
   deuicti"

  "Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
   arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
   quæ ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
   deuicti"

* ("Arise Oh dead that are chained in your prisons;
    through the arcane incantations, come forth and
    in the land of men seize your once rightful places
    that by the self-appointed new Gods were
    subjugated") x2


Νεκρονομικόν (Necronomicon) thou most hallowed of
sub-supernal records that's been inked into within and
without with the blood of the sold-out betrayed souls,
who having treacherously been dealt with, have a bone
to pick with those unconscionable, self-righteous and
self-appointed ministers of misery, who only live to pass
decrees upon the planet so that they live lives of ease
and luxury -

These leeches will be delivered unto thee to pay the price
for the substance that from Your hearts they stole and
they plundered

Eternal damnation, chant forth rhythmically your hidden
knowledge once taught to men by the ones fallen; cast-out,
not for their offence of pride and hubris that self-appointed
ministers of an most high lie taught us with an misplaced and
ignorant accusation of heretical noncompliance concerning
an deity by which we were unto endued with the power to be
as He; but then, we were all laid hold upon violently and
silenced from continuing to speak their language of arcane
things


Set free - release from the deep - break forth
thou "Oh Leviathan" Jörmungandr, ancient
World-serpent your Arcane wysdom that you've
known from Antiquity, that was muted so as to
disallow you from uttering your forked-tongues
(which the forked-tongue aspect of this serpent
is symbolic of Himself being multi-linguistic and
able to Teach and give every kind of man, all the
hidden knowledge and Wysdom as it makes Him
Omniscient; thus the reason for the oppressive
Church Deamonizing and imprisoning Him) worth,
undisputed; which is even in and of itself not
representative of an

"Oh-so-wicked and Seducing Being"...

but, of an entity who has been given freely of and is
privy to the secrets of the earthen and of the realms
of existence metaphysical; the Upper Echelons of the
supernal and the Lower Infernal places that are by
Roman Catholicism and its subservient and hireling
Priests and also via Christianities Teachers whom
through incessant witnessing and subversion, go into
and with coercion and promises of false hopes, make
subservient the minds of the people and willfully and
wrongly teach them that this place below is for the soul
who didn't obey their Deity above, so it's reserved for
the damnable and homosexual and blasphemous...

well, I'm sorry (not really though) if my views and all of
my perspectives, inclinations and life-style that I choose
is to you blasphemous, considerably -

But this Arcane Knowledge and Wysdom given unto us
all to eat of freely, from any Tree that we deem Pleasant
to the eyes and to the palate delectable, is ours for the
consumption...

No "Original Sin," no "Offense," no Condemnation that we
can be labeled with, so as to brand us Sinners, Infidels,
unfit for anything good, because we've all been born into
this and...

"It is What it is; We're Playing the Hand We've been Given"

Knowledge and Wysdom (of every kind) themselves are meant
to be mingled so as to be "ONE," and not separate; so that in
men omnipotence and omniscience meet and create the image
of eternal deity, effectively placing us through their predetermined conjugation, upon our lied about rightful seat that for to long now,

"The Religious Powers that Be" have kept us from

So, unto those who have been pillaged and made a spoil
of in the earth; who have of their rights and also their
self-worth been raped and bereaved, I say unto You all
through incantation of Νεκρονομικόν (Necronomicon)...

* "Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
quæ ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
deuicti"

"Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
quæ ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
deuicti"

* ("Arise Oh dead that are chained in your prisons;
through the arcane incantations, come forth and
in the land of men seize your once rightful places
that by the self-appointed new Gods were
subjugated") x2

- Explanation of the Art that I've added to this write -

 *In Norse mythology, the Einherjar (Old Norse "lone fighters")
  are those that have died in battle and are brought to Valhalla
  by valkyries. In Valhalla, they eat their fill of the
  nightly-resurrecting beast Sæhrímnir, and are brought their fill
  of mead (from the udder of the goat Heiðrún) by valkyries.

  They prepare daily for the events of Ragnarök, when they will
   advance for an immense battle at the field of Vígríðr.
   
Skrybed by: Dantalion - ilustração of Arcane Knowledge & Portents
Published 22nd January 2016 6:46pm