Compilations and living monsters

Underland

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

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

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?