"Epitomising the musical ideals of sub-underground black metal - the kind of stuff that comes out in limited editions of 300 through vinyl-only labels based in a cave in Belarus."

Vintery, mintery, cutery, corn,
Apple seed and apple thorn,
Wire, briar, limber lock
Three geese in a flock
One flew East
One flew West
And one flew over the cuckoo's nest

I, Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell, Lord of the Flies, Father of Lies, Apostate Supreme, Tempter of Mankind, Old Serpent, Prince of This World, Seducer, Accuser, Tormentor, Blasphemer, and without doubt Best Fuck in the Seen and Unseen Universe (ask Eve, that minx)...

I can see what you see not.
Vision milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone.
Whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be.
Shadows move where light should be.
Out of darkness, out of mind.
Cast down into the Halls of the Blind.

Veršis, Stabmeldys, Krešulys, Jautis, Šašas, Kalavijas, Šerkšnas, Rūta, Bitė, Ragana, Perkūnas, Audra, Stabas, Žvyras, Uraganas, Sakalas, Varna, Gruodas, Velnys, Žolė, Ąžuolas, Vėlė, Pagonis, Liūtis, Žaltys, Nekrikštas, Deimantas, Laima, Dūmas, Sėkla, Kaulas, Šovinys, Slibinas, Aitvaras, Arklys, Meška, Širšė, Grabas, Linas, Kadagys, Žilvinas, Gyvatė, Šuo, Lemtis, Angis, Driežas, Aušra, Mėnuo, Kūjis, Saulė, Žaibas, Kalnas, Laivas, Aukuras, Liepsna, Maras, Titnagas, Milda, Šlaitas, Sutema, Liūnas, Kirvis.

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

    Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

    Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

    Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!

    Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!

    Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Alexander Brener/Barbara Schurz "Ką daryti?"

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Gal kas į Bixus šį vakarą?

"With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know."