Mirror mirror on the wall
I want you now to behold
The bearer of the "God-mind"
The one of it's worth now found
Be you just seeking the past
Cause you know you will not last
Locked up inside your own cave
Of empty hopes and the dreams of a slave

Bad little boy, naughty girl
We aren't pleased, thats not your toy
When will you grow up? You won't be anything
Loser, hipster, conseal what you did!

What did I say? You won't be anything
What did I say? Disappointment!
Late for your appointment

I was told that... x 3
I was told that all I deserved was Hell

Waiting for your weakest link
To break, to take away on a wink
Standing on your threshold of bliss
You embrace me, erase me, conveting my kiss
Clad in white, no need to fight
Pasify, freedom will mortify

Trickster Reynard on your tounge
I who cared for you so long
You try to decieve me, you try me with force
You cannot slay me, you're too coarse
I only loved you, I only care
But now you see, how you fare
A bum like you to a giant like me!?
Oh poor little babys gonna cry!

Waiting for your weakest link
To break, to take away on a wink
Standing on your threshold of bliss
You embrace me, erase me, conveting my kiss

Clad in white, no need to fight
Pasify, freedom will mortify

Tears of gold catch them bold
Your wispy fingers in me linger
Single fragile journeyman
Couldn't traverse the gruesom span
Guardian of taboo veil
'Tis only you who can prevail
Oh mistress all wreathed in white
Who knows the world chaos in spite

Waiting for your weakest link
To break, to take you away in a wink
Standing on your threshold of piss
I embrace you, erase you, accepting your kiss
Accepting your bliss, accepting your bliss

White Guardian

Important: this song is featured on the newest Grimtown compilation album. Be sure to get it from their website, its free so the only thing you're buying it with is your own time. Peace out!
http://grimtown.bandcamp.com/album/the-return-to-grimtown

Xheim, Xheim
Sjy og lys i nord
Malabarisk himmel

Gorrhysa me' gruggvatn
Malabarisk himmel

Baevtsja kalla
Gang pa mark
Pa unnjholt
Utfarn, utfarn

Kan'kkje gaa tilbakj!

Xheim

IMPORTANT: this song features on the discordant complilation Operation Payload II: Release The Drones, by Grimtown Records. It is freely available via their website, as is their previous releases http://grimtownmusic.com/

Neurosis
Bliss from not knowing
Dreams, not thoughts
Sleep in mirish draughts

Of the snake-fog
The fake god's hideout
Claiming knowledge
Picking baubles from sewage

Wicked people
Wicked nightsickle
Thriving in confusion
Pollution solution

Teems

Addiction schemes
Passive means
Their screams we clean
We're the vaccine

No! Its wrong!

On the brink of war
Sings a child no more
Prove mettle, score settle
Endless discord

The war of the Black Magician
Malicious plans fruition
Love under Will
Our Order fulfill!

From the abyss we bore our freedom
Deus Sol Invictus, yond green grass, red walls
Golden fields our endless freedom
Children happy, children safe

Believe in your right to fight for whats right
Suppress these notions: prophecies of doom
Burning despair and ice cold darkness
Awaits us all if these walls are breached!

War of the Black Magicians

Song of fire

Sing a song of fire X2
Sweet angel
Afore long sing a song

Sing a song of fire X2
Afore long
Sing a song

Sing a song of fire X2
Afore long sweet angel
Sing me a song

Song Of Fire

Age-old conspiracy
Billions agents: humanity
A body sick
A crippled mind
Enemy hard to define

Hearts and commotions
General emotions
Its all so clandestine

Its a conspiracy!
Spooky theory
Its a conspiracy!

Shadow world, shadow time
Symbols wobbly, so sublime

Do you know
Or only a dream?

Sacred hidden, shibboleth-ridden
Active collaboration your desecration

Its you and me bro
Its all what it seems

They're coming for us

Smokes, mirrors, cloaks, daggers
Its simple, see clearer, Ocham Razor matters

They're coming for us
They're coming for us!

Its a conspiracy

High magicians, shape our worlds
A chant of God imprinted, whorled
Us in line from birth through to pyre
Walk with me into fire

Life-long conspiracy
They took it from me
My humanity

Debate required
Belated desire for
Protecting our freedom
Dour sceptics we tire

Berate the cautious
Unimportant which sources
We use for truce
Against their evil forces

Hoax mirrors, Loki flatters
Its simple to smear their face in fear till it shatters

They're coming for us!

High magicians, shape our worlds
A chant of God imprinted, whorled
Us in line from birth through to pyre
Walk with me into fire

It was better before
When they talked the right lore
Every soul knew the score
Spirit and moral galore

Deploring our ability
To want and wish stability
Pity our society
Evil rocking legitimacy

Not my cup of tea
So it should be 
For you too

I know its true!
So I make a fuzz

For they are coming for us!

High magicians, make our worlds
A chant of God imprinted, whorled
Us in line from birth through to pyre
Walk with me into fire

I possess the real reality
We're off to Eschaton Valley!
Off to dally we go
Choo choo! Hey hey ho ho!

Conspiracy

IMPORTANT: this song is gonna feature on the new Grimtown compilation album, Church of Grimtown, which can be found on their website http://grimtownmusic.com/, along with all their other albums.

Bob est optimus!
Ave Bob hoc templum in tenebris
Bob havete
Secretiore Grim oppidum 
Ecclesiae abyssos ignis

Primo occultorum 
Cognitor dracones et civitates in tristi
Primum de his, qui celat
Ave Bob hoc templum in tenebris

Quod natum est ex luce tradunt
Sal terrae, ovum deorum

Et ait sapientibus Epistemoligus

Amen, amen, amen

Hail Satan!

Hail Bob
Driver of darkness
Unholy diver
Into your bag of carcasses 

You've seen it all
Cthonic dragons and demons
Seen mighty mountains fall

Seen the lonliest chamber
Of the king clad in pus
A place at the centre of nature
To make angels cuss

All hail Bob

In Grimtown Temple
We esoteric few
Cooking up something special
A real witch bitch brew

Upon mulling masses
Look to the sky something flashes
We're summoning Bob
Pitchfork and torch, bring your mob!

The first Deluminator
First to meet his fate
Doors to the inner sanctum of hate
Survival phase right in your face

Confront your shadow-self
Toll the snake eyed bell
And dance a dance together to vibrate
The depths of hell

Walk the walk talk the talk
The legends of you 
Make dead men balk (if only they knew)

You came from the future
Unfertilized dream
To the present to torture
Us with your scream

Hahaha!

Shadow-self I call upon you
Adapi Pazuzu to show whats true
Underneath beneath the pristine pretend
O mirrors of the head show the depths I decend to

Bob the first
All hail Bob!

You've seen it all
Cthonic dragons and demons
Seen mighty mountains fall

Seen the lonliest chamber
Of the king clad in pus
A place, at the centre of nature,
To make angels cuss

Bob I've named you
Fable familiar out of the blue
To be as bad as I always wish to be
We all wear masks, no-one to see me
No real child, just avatars of me

I recreate this body to be what I will it to be

Amen

Shadowself

Data-input from your sensors
Telling you: the world is fucked
Black sun shining down upon you
To reveal: you've always sucked

The Ace of Knaves have you become
But to you its all sanity
The Ace of Knaves is what they see
But to them its all lunacy

Lifetrip gone wrong
Distortion in the song
The laughter reflects
A broken mirror of the soul

The bad trip
The Killing Joke

What you see, what you hear
Its not about raw data-input
You can feel whatever you will
For the mind's eye is your only sight

But what choice is there left to take
As your eye of eyes only sees
The affirmations of a world gone mad
Its a downward spiral to a dark asylum

The bad trip
The Killing Joke

02 The Killing Joke

We are the shamed daughters
We are the tamed sons
We are the ones who were born too late
We are the headache on the promised age

We are the elite
Because we just don't care

The Deluminated taking over 

We are the corrupted youth
Who took drugs, got drunk and laughed our ass off
The Devil Bunnies told us many truths
We are the grown-ups your mom used to scoff

We are the elite
Because we didn't care for your game
The Deluminated rocks it up a gear
The Deluminated will take you there

The Deluminated taking over
The Deluminated will take you there

01 The Deluminated

IMPORTANT: This song is featured on a compilation cd done by Grimtown Records. Check out their website 
http://grimtownmusic.com/

I will hurt you
Pluck your eyes out
With your lies
A knife to your throat
To your life, stick it to your wife

I loath you
Taste acid, flaccid old fool
In your mansion, away from tension
From an uncivilized
Extreemist
Vulture world

Screw your world-view

And screw you too

I conjure a brew:
Catalystrophic events
In the water wank 
Beasts of Feelings

Dark dealings with
Unsancthucultuary beings
Nutjob genious
Oh so hideous

Nighthag, Baba Yaga
Mystic mortar-wessle witch
Make me immortal, the portal
From anxiety...
From BIG Workhouse lottery
You can win the big prize!

Bloodprize

My soul, your kettle:
My mettle, your hole
Give me my clean white castle

My precious clean white castle

Bloodprize, bloodprize
Lamara Shamaeirishtu

Enjoy spirit inhale
Catalyst chemical fire
I prepare my struggle
My ire with smack'n'punch in my arms, hands
In my body, bloody in my eyes

I conjure her name upon you
Swine! Rosy swine
These days, days sick, sick days

I possess not Rotface
I AM Rotface
With my single dying breath I curse... gah

Lamara

Important: this song is featured on a compilation by Grimtown Records.Check out that place... it's grimmer than Silent Hill. 
http://www.grimtownmusic.com/

Bodymadness
Con-passion poetry
Convicion: sensual tounge
Song
Nonheteronormative sexual
Infantilism

Nihilism flesh
Sick
Sick, sick,

We are Sick
Sick, sick
We are one

Rosy rod
Dogsmegmama
To keep things smooth
Intrude

We are one!
Intrude
Mass-pollute
You are none

We are one!

Why behind closed curtains
Certainty:
We trust in Tellie TV!
Broadcast the freaks, geeks
Humiliation, castration! Whip the bitch!
Ironing the maiden, ahh we love to watch

Hahahaha, what we love to watch
Let allmother take care of you
Sick baby, need nursing
Tending to the slot not fitting
Sitting there on your deathbed

Lusting for flesh

We are one

We are the Deluminated, a musical group (not a Secret Order, or Cult) dedicated to opposing the romantic vision of illumination. Our music consists of psychedelic absurdity, industrial/ machine morbidity, pop sentimentality, hard-hitting rock and philosophical, cosmic musings. (Remember: this will take the form of a musical group, and definitely not a Secret Order, or Cult).

Members:
Epistemoligus



Illumination is about "understanding" some fundamental, underlying Truth. In standard, western theological terms it has to do with the direct, personal experience of God, or "Gnosis". God in this context might mean any notion of the highest ideal or universal understanding.

What is there to "fundamentally understand"? The universe consists of so many factors, nonsimultaneous events and dynamic processes - that occur on such a colossal scale that we cannot hope to comprehend them yet. Do you think you can fundamentally understand that? The Flaming Lips wrote in their song Do You Realize: "You realize the sun don't go down, it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round". When you think of all these processes that we take for granted, affecting each other, it must mean that we as beings are directly connected to them by merely experiencing them. Some Nutjob said "Consciousness is the universe seeing itself". That is, of course, a notion which is hard to sustain, as you still superimpose an identity upon "THE UNIVERSE", which it doesn't seem to justify.

The purpose of The Deluminated is to combat illumination with musical and multimedia-based performances. If this project generates even a little bit of uncertainty and hilarity in times of bullshit, then something has been achieved. Remember: nothing can be said to be static (also we're not a Secret Order, or Cult). If Atlas can shrug or Telemachus can sneeze, why can't Lucifer take a day off or Satan repent?

The Deluminated

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