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The Baphometic Science

by Fathom

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1.
It seems to be right to wrongfully acuse All the pain that is wrought is nothing compared to the abuse Finalize everything, bringing it all to an end Won't serve or honor a cause, loyalty suffers again In the meaning; of who's useless, that squirm undesirebly Their fate has confirmed: nothingness begets nothingness So why go on and act as if this is not your mess? No! Life becomes depressed Among dead gods An empty atmosphere, increase deep rooted fear Through infinite slumber Eyes don't awaken; the spell you are under Life becomes repressed Death, assures no rest None do wake, trapped in a paradox so vast I exclaim myself from the disease that suffers the mass When all the time I thought if it was me when it was you Independence seeks no insurance from a void that's always due So much invested toward a dying unity There's nothing to hold onto foresee more hollow conformity Blessed indeed, but shed no tear for thee For all that is left it'll have no scarcity Ch: Life's sure to depress Rise above or digress The year is one! God is done! Satan has won! God is done!
2.
I divert my gaze toward more effective ways To come to grip with this foolery That yet bares more complexity Engulfed in so much trickery Confusion's laments is all I see They dare not atone for their mistake Irresponsible birth takes place As I decrease their faith Rush not what comes to fast We live in a favorable past (Created for ourselves) The sameness will expire, if one's will pass with true desire Dreams derived from thoughts Intrinsically felt but naught Deface in vain their virtue Replace the old with what seems to be new How ghastly worn they be When they see not even their own treachery Once you have it You dont want it no more Believe... but what you see You're killed by selfish greed Rush not what comes to fast If one lives in a favorable past Destruction is but one way to cleanse and recreate Uninspired, I stand and wait No more! I'll make (my own) way On my own! I'll make way
3.
A truth developed around these parts Constitute a revelation purely uncut But why choose such a disguise Why hurt the ones you (seem to) love Fuck 'em over for a price I detest, yeah I detest a lot When it comes to being loyal I'm all that you've got It's not arrogance; it's just my way For those very few 'souls' I fight everyday Uphold my own law I advise you do the same Chorus: To live - beyond In the likeness of yourself you may choose right or wrong Be as it may, it is what's said Upon our self chosen path there is little time to regret (Individualize, but don't think yourself wise) I call to you, my dearest friends Little by little we will affect toward an end Our case is solid and so is our mind Blast our way through the spheres beyond the thoughts of man-unkind Self aggrandize, be as you wish No time to bottle up, but take a sip and relish To totalize; from our core And the memory will stand, it is what's called for Ch: If it ain't heavy, it ain't shit (x2) 1, 2, 3, 4!
4.
Devilry, they say we commit A recluse in the smudgyness Filling the air with shit Greedy on the inside, more voracious on the outside Past, present or future, drop the anvil on their pride Can't stop, reckless rebuilder Model not the self for self but toward a herd to bewilder Come on! My eyes can take a lot more 'Better to be used than useless' is their cry as before (Yeah way before...) They brag - They nag! Goldbricking is what they're good at - go along and wear a tag of goodness They all will join in For a piece of understanding they drop and give in Commit, the slowest suicide Take all down with them, leave none behind Abortion, of the earth is agreed The boot is coming down The answer (to) your plea Release these 'souls' Harvest their unself they do what they're told Unleash moral code A favor, a buttfuck, It leaves them well cold (So fucking cold) Enslave, as we speak Tolerance is not a virtue for weakness doesn't peak Every ounce of strength is what we need To undo yourself this favor, to clot the wounds with a bleed Unmasked! The damned and self righteous Nail 'em up, string 'em high Beget their unkindness Make a difference, right here Forget all the sordid ones, we all know they adhere Release these 'souls' Harvest their unself, they are what they're told Unleash moral code A favor, a mindfuck It leaves them well cold
5.
Take! Yeah you take Once you get what you want you don't want it no more A simple digression I'm not standing around to purge this discussion If needed, you won't find me here In darkness or light I am to disappear Far into an abysmal void The dead ones still seek to search and destroy Leave all as is No curves to unbend you're just part of the disease Seeds of revolt Planting and growing as seeds have been sowing Love as you hate Like choosing an enemy as choosing a mate Brutal/Fatal time and again And like hell I won't see you there in the end Lost in social darkness Ever declining, emotionless fall a climate preserved for the worst Bend over backwards to get used to this curse Unresolved, in contempt by despair Playing but a game they deem to be unfair So much for a means to an end Doomed they still pray Now doom comes their way! Ch:
6.
Masks are to be worn by those that wish to disguise Fall into discretion, for truth is hard to come by Remove culture, religion, make them inconsequential And watch liberty flourish when their scriptures burn to ash Death is in the skies clouding the will to live But who still conquers the will, when they won't allow it to give? Dual of life and death Prosecution been made; the horns that gave way A transcendental throw of the mind Released from piety; the shallowness of mankind Black is to be worn internal, (and) external The colours will stand, resembling the infernal As the everlasting villain, he's given a bad rap and a bad name And yet the weak and uninspired hypocrites play his game But soon you will see man's nature will out As they twist and turn inside and feel the cruel horns of pride Dual of life and death Resolution's been made, the horns that paved the way A transcendental throw of the mind Released from piety; (the) shallowness of mankind
7.
These poetic ailments - Of non descriptive nature Debase the inspiration - Aesthetics suffer through negation Words are but words - (Even) when lost in translation I vy a why for their scriptures - Asinine burdens that cause frustration Undeveloped still - Pose a corpse for their bloodletting A choice of martyrs, if you will - Unquestionable; it's themselves they seem to kill Now you're up for grabs - Unholy cults are cursing your ass From the waist you are cut - A stream of blood satisfies the religious slut! I am the nails through your flesh I am the thorns of distress I am the black blood that feeds the dogs You're outwilled and outnumbered/I'm legion! The scourge of your God Un-poetic ailments - Of self destructive nature Deface the inspiration - Aesthetics tainted through negation Words are but words - Even unsought in translation I demand a why for their scriptures - Asinine burdens, fake damnations Under developed still - Pose a corpse for their blood shedding A cast of martyrs if you will - Inconceivable is how these forces seem to kill Now wrath is up for grabs - Unholy parishes are cursing your ass From the waist you are gut - A spray of blood satisfies the religious nut! Ch: We are the nails through your flesh We are the horns of eustress We are the black blood that feeds the dogs You're outwilled and outnumbered/We're legion! The scourge of your God
8.
When the flames run it's course You know the place, I know the source Son of nothing: Yeah he giveth, so what if he taketh away Institution of selfishness, reap a bitter harvest Darkness - an overabundance Lose yourself in this old pagan dance Rise! O flames of the pit! Reaping, writhing Do as you will, as you need What is above so is below Changing; to be arranging Your destiny may be the key to make life overflow Rise! O flames of the pit! (To the trinity I give spit) When in darkness you see fit... Much enlightened thereafter, cleansed of soulless writ Son of nothing Yeah he may bringeth, don't be a crying if he taketh Thus spake the law No questions are to be asked, if you adhere you'll see no flaw Exuberantly indulged Excess removes excess, in the long-run it'll dissolve Rise! O flames of the pit! Giveth, taketh Do as you will, as you need What is above so is below Slaving; the curse of praying Your will holds the key that gives life a balanced control Rise! O flames of the pit! Purge those without from (the) divine writ!
9.
I've seen the beginning, the ends, the inbetweens of life being consumed From the dark abode angles of madness appear De-personification of the mind affecting you Religion of the flesh, a call to arms; the perfect veneer Lust lurks about and temptation sets the stage Who are you to say no, if all fruits beg to be taste? And under the cloak of logic the 'true' shall not be caught The mass will choose it's scapegoat exactly as it's taught The Order of Executioners plays on the willful mind Who will pass for a suspect to prove again this justice be blind Suffocation through disguise; the mirror shows no lies Exemplified in the aftermath, for truth, is a playful device The machination of one's destruction proves to bare without fruition The beast always leaves his mark carved by the hand of each organism Ineptitude they may praise, delusional self-reliance awaits As mankind sheds his disease, among his own fullfilling his seeds The loser will feel it's shame as he's deprived of his fame The new order will claim it's place; determine power over it's race So is the name of his game Don't expect to be delivered from pain All the madness you thus create Are borne with you through the temples of your decay The Order of Executioners plays on the willful mind Who'll pass for a suspect to prove again this judgement be blind Suffocation through disguise the mirror shows no lies Exemplified in the aftermath For every truth there is a lie
10.
Live to expand Short sighted perspective, will not give a glance Yet a glimpse is always (a) given Who knows of the spheres where thoughts are living Indulge or deny No, you're not you until you be tried Form a vision, create the dimension Unconciousness is where you're at From without you're driven -From within you know, yourself to give in There are many spheres to expand There's a lot to still place when time is at hand Chorus: Soul search no more We've done that too long -Oncoming spheres Take, what is a coming Further into the vortex Headfirst we'll be a runnin' Leave, this elder existence Time holds no space You choke on persistence Dismayed, by the turmoil they're after Can you not hear the ones ruling you crying from laughter As it seems nigh No, it ain't You are controlled once more When you resist they obliterate Chorus: Soul search some more? Hasn't it been figured out before? Unfound; this stillborn loss Again, you serve the lost -Ongoing spheres! Expansion reveals here Chorus: The search invoked a war Too far have you longed (To) turn back... no more! From within you are gone Ongoing spheres! Expansion begins here
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Sin; the conquest The opposer gives in For to turn against nature is not the way to win When you've got a lot And man we've got a lot Sometimes it doesn't surprise me that they lose all they've got A talent, a texture, a mixture of all that behooves Sets a smile on my face and the song starts to groove To stay unpredictable and move from within without An attitude I recognize; the benefit of a doubt Chorus: And go against the grain Hate and love fixed to wane The balance of destruction Remains to be the same Incarnate, those that stay uncontrolled Dedicate it to a life that does not what it's told Further more, I'd like to extend my gratitude To all that have flown free Amongst those that choose not to be A task that may look hard But soon you may see Reality isn't that far Only if you will/wish it to be So revel (in) your merriment now And give it a memory For long they seek to destroy you But in time we'll see them bleed Chorus:

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The second demo/album

Written and recorded in Attic of Despair studios in Amsterdam, 2006 for The Horned Moon Cult Prod.

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released August 28, 2006

Jeremy IX: All instruments + voice

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Fathom Amsterdam, Netherlands

Fathom was a project that started in 2002 with 3 members and ended with one member in 2005 of which these recordings are the result. Groove inspired dirges, some Satanic imagery and a whole lotta hell!

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