At midnight, Manto walks across Sparkhill, off to visit cardinal Lucenti. Walks beautiful and guarded as a tight-walled city. Head to toe in black, very pale, quiet smile, swift pace slightly bouncing from the grip soles. As she goes up the road, at the left hand of who goes up, a white eagle speckled in black waits atop of a building. Manto halts and finds the eagle. Moved, she smiles and curtsies, heart knee on the ground. Of slow and delicate motions, accompanying the motion of the earth's rotation, taking in her arms the universe, Valiant, Atlas.The trees sway lightly in the light wind, no one is seen in the street. Only a lamp here and there breaks a point of light in the shadows, everybody asleep, no vehicles passing by. The wind seems not cold and the seconds of the moment become eternities after eternities, new measures of time. Rises, causing everything to fall in its proper place, and taking her swift pace she goes across the road, towards the Cardinal's. The moon in the sky, bright upon white eagle and pale Manto, incandescent blue aura undulating as fire to, in the distance, a delicate Serbian melody...

Mars Na Drinu (Sparkhill Nocturne)

ANDREA ALEXANDER is my male double. 
It is the name I would be given if I had been born a man.

Andrea Alexander

O Senhor da Serra is a portuguese folk song about a woman, likely a sorceress, who won the possession of the Lord of the Mountain over a nocturnal bet, after she had almost died of love for him. Now he belongs to her. This version is in Portuguese.
Voice + editing: Hyaena Fierling
Prepared guitar: Ade Bordicott

O Senhor da Serra

With Anarchist affection,
From the Orient to the Altiplano.

Towel

The set for the live show @ Centrala Digbeth 29718
Sans live vocals & not the finalised, complete track.
But by all means find defaults, errors and glitches in it.
Because to you I can never be good enough, can I?

TERME II

you feel fresh
above the fire of Gomorrah
i'm an unflinching heretic
lighting the skies on your way
don't confuse us
Vide Ignes,
thus shall you find,
far from laws, the hands, 
feeling through the corridors
ringing the doorbells at night and running.
in mystery find
water for the thirst of your shadow
o falcon to my hands
thread intact guarded,
gate to the flood
thinking our dance in the flames
o creature, now pass me by,
as we hark,
the echoes of the empires...
let's run
now
to the temple

VIRGO ABSOLUTE PARALLEL

Rich Wagner and Fred Nietzsche were contemporaries and chumps, Rich was a massive narcissistic megalomaniac, and Fred had too big a heart and too much time and went to Bayreuth to worship Rich. They were friends for a while, but Rich's inflated ego and Fred's deteriorating syphilis became troublesome, they separated, and Fred started seeing a 'professional'. At some point this one contacted Rich because he was too worried about Fred, and they exchanged a few letters. The 'professional' was appalled at what Rich wrote of Fred, and passed him the letters for evidence. Fred found out that Rich's opinion of him was "he became insane because of excess masturbation". The 'professional' "refused to repeat the insults" Fred called to Rich then.

Text: Amidst Birds of Prey, Nietzsche
Read: Hyaena Fierling

Liturgically recorded at HTB Lodge KRN, Orient of Beorma, Black Land Chapter.

amid birds of prey (re-read)

50 % omala - davul
50% hyaena fierling - agnella dirigire I
played back to back while taking verbal liberties in the background
@ KRN Lodge

live ritual late at KRN Lodge

MUTATE & FIERLING: ELBOW DEEP IN MY ANEMONE (remix)

from the SATNORTE (2005) one/off noise project.
this is what complete and absolvte despair sounds like
original: the mamas and the papas (thx a lot guys)

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