Ruins

by Iskra

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released January 1, 2015

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Track Name: Lawless
A creed bonded by law and empire
structuring the conditions for neo-fascism

nations constructed for bio-control
identities molded for manipulation
fearful minds weakened, shattered in darkness

identification by symbols
enter their cage of belonging

blind obedience, absolute loyalty
to serve the interests of the politician

individuality is forfeit, culture destroyed
militaristic carrion - totalitarian interests

nadir of life, a mundane shell
nations constructed for bio-control
identities molded for manipulation
minds weakened, shuttered in darkness

sing patriot songs for flags
philosophies of murder for the state

the non-critical nationalist position
no will, numb stagnation
xenophobia killing diversity
imprisoned minds, narrowed senses

the nationalists, in smiling hypocrisy
waging their wars, slaves to the construct
human-kind withers, disease propagated
all possibilities have shrunk
before their shrunken eyes

a creed bonded by law and empire
structuring the conditions for neo-fascism

already his laws are being broken
his book,morals, war, commerce
melting within the serpent of fiery flame
the grave shrieks delight, fulfilment

human-kind withers, the disease propagated
all possibilities have shrunk before their eyes
Track Name: Ruins
How long shall we lay dead
dead in the streets of great cities
arise - your blood, fire
arise and aspire

our visions shall not be lost
the sword shall not sleep in hand

memory is state, created
encrustations that form a corrupt exterior
what is created
can be annihilated

none shall cease from mental fight
forward anarchic destruction

blast the killing grip of dogma
the blight of machinery
ruined palaces
cities, and mighty works

stupendous ruins
furnaces of affliction
no perfection, no purity
no dreams of subservience

the corruption of law
degrading energies
nature awaits the harvest of nations

the blood of our accuser
judge, and executioner
runs down the palace walls
and into the midnight street

killing grip of dogma, and the blight of machinery
ruined palaces and mighty works

no perfection, no purity
assailed dreams of the father-land
Track Name: Predator Drone MQ-1
Like blazing comets in the sky
that shake the stars of light
which drop like fruit unto the earth
through the fierce burning night

a virtual traveller
10 000 feet above
spies a land he will never reach
or understand

removed from his dreadful deeds
he operates thousands of miles away
and does not fell the burning fires

Predators and Reapers
in the night sky
vultures, infra-red targets
with hellfire beneath the wings
the God of war is drunk with blood

lock on radar and communications
joint direct attack munitions
screaming missiles raining down
remote automated slaughter

like blazing comets
scattering death
aerial assassinations and murder
earth smokes with blood
groans, and shakes
and drinks its childrens’ gore

What have the heads of State to answer for?

Beneath the machines
they die like sheep
groaning upon high mountains
desert plains

but for the killers
there are no sounds of battle
as bloodied children die
among the ruins they have lain

What have the heads of State to answer for?
Removed, within their homes of comfort
when a thousand deaths
for vengeance, cry

like blazing comets in the sky
that shake the stars of light
which drop like fruit to the earth
through the fierce burning light
Track Name: Traume
What have we called resistance?
What have we called revolt?
Webs of resistance that are not sovereign
a fabric that does not exploit

Do we not require a revolt of conduct?
A practice, to build societies?
We need hidden worlds
strong organization

through games of generalized obedience
there has been many forms of terror
a daily terror seeking to enchant our lives

the dreams of smashed gold and silver cups
raised to the lips
we would raise shadows
to hold the blood

we do not wish to obey these people
we do not want this pastoral system
we are being told who we are
and all obey for terror

What have called resistance?
What have we called refusal, revolt?
The pastoral practice of salvation
their sentence of death

we would raise shadows to hold the blood
give us the void
for we do not want to be saved

we do not wish to obey
Track Name: Nihil
What is our Meaning? What is our purpose?
Morals and values contrived

systems used to control and invent realities
realities made for us, not buy us

Social standards and values supporting what?
People fragmented, damaged
severed bonds, no community
devalued, controlled

like the stillness of death, humanity has been levelled
meaning has been removed, a powerless life

a walking dead population
who refuse to become themselves
replacing theism, ‘truth’, and knowledge

mad leaders had provided for us a ‘meaning’ for life
but it was false, full of deceit
something we can overcome, or succumb to

we have the choice to build our own worlds
unfettered by ‘belief’
think of the world that could be

to succumb to the present condition is to give up a chance
a chance to grasp our own meaning, our own lives

the will to nothingness is under control of the world that is

there are other ways of being than what has been offered

our communities, our resources, can define our existence
free our action from unitary paranoia
develop action, thought, desire

juxtaposition, proliferation,
not a subdivision, nor hierarchization
Track Name: Illegal
Why do you wait for the liberal masses?
Why wait for their ‘popular’ movements?
Why wait for the ‘revolution’ or ‘collapse,’
or and other devotional fantasy?

And the others? Trivial, brutal
they will march, march again
towards death, without knowing why
vulgar, void of thought

I saw their world; full of deception
leave them to stagnate
while we push, we will push on

I saw their world; poisoned, wasted
I saw their world; populated with the living dead

Whose liberty? Whose equality will you live by?

Any sacrifice will be by our hand
not for anyone, for any order!

Our critique will instigate practice - we will never ask

We withdraw from the world - withdraw and attack!
Bleed them through the re-appropriation of wealth,
a forming of the criminal mind

Robbery, counterfeiting, theft, burglary
A professional anarchist crime organization

Why waste away like idealist anarchists?
Surround oneself with ‘thieves!’

The ‘criminal element’, ‘workers of the night’
life to be lived in intensity, not duration
for we have no remedy for your ‘suffering’
no solution for ‘social degeneration’

Anarchy is no longer a social form, but a method of individuals
in their societies.

We are not content with this suffocation
this odious yoke, this boredom.
‘Human nature,’ has been constructed.
They speak of liberty, they speak of equality.
Who’s liberty? Who’s equality? Who’s rule will you live by?
Track Name: Aegis of the Victor
A pastoral power
over humans and their souls
using the worn-out take of natural law

genocide - the dream of the a conniving modern power
ingrained in the human psyche
as an organic whole

the technology of discipline
compounded with the population management
populations of producers
whose power is being stripped

regulation of customs
habits, health, reproduction
family, blood, well-being
morals and ethics
state is now a body
to be managed, maintained
state power as essential to life

force relations, rationale
the machination of acceptance
consent to how one should live
individualizing power

genocide - the dream of conniving modern power
ingrained in the human psyche

the systematic slaughtering of millions

the politics of death
have been embraced
Track Name: Der Einzige
Individual governance
over external determinants
no submission to the group
or the will of the pigs

our will over external control
our will over ideological structures

reject revolution, the group and mass control
outmoded structures that incapacitate our will

abolish the institutions
of what is called society
which has stolen from all
and turned it over to the few

no-systematic association
we have no political calling

we live our lives without politics and laws
postulate morality turning into nations hells

reject multiplied needs, imposed desires
we don’t work a vile labour
for an unimagined satisfaction
nor sacrifice ourselves to exterior idols
country, king, religion, race

these systems have destroyed entire peoples
driving over the bones of the dead

through our own power
renewing relations
transforming desire
into affirmative action

through your own power
reclamation of the will

reject revolution
the group, mass control
outmoded structures
that incapacitate our will

abolish the institutions
of what is called society
which has stolen from all
and turned it over to the few

through experience and exploration
the individual creates reality
themselves transitory
without compromise
Track Name: Lebensraum
Supplemented and reinforced
a socialization of violence

a unification of the country
and an acquisition of colonies
the awakening of space as power
Lebensraum 1901

the zealous enlarging of life-space
by incorporating the life-space of the defeated

seven laws of state growth
built of foundations of race
as not only different but of unequal value
the vision of a young and vital nation-state
both land and people unified

feeding on proliferating fear, anxiety and hope
justifying imperial expansion as natural
social Darwinist ideas of the struggle for life
applied, widened, to a conquest of space

what defines these spaces
in which is administered?
The drawing if boundaries
hierarchization of life
under the guise of risk management
there is revealed life destruction
as value creation
Track Name: Battle of the Hundred Slain
The circle is broken and my people are dying
enduring hardships beyond word, or imagination
years upon years of disease and warfare
displacement, provocations, massacres

once again we gather before the breaking day
with my people I ride the mountain pass
today we will show our strength
today is a good day, a day to die

for we must protect the forests
for our children yet to be born
protect the forests for those who cannot speak
birds, animals, and the ancient trees

I remember when the bison were many
so many, beyond count
but more and more came to kill
until there was only heaps of scattered bones

when it comes time to die
be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear
fear of death

when their time comes
they weep and pray and beg to live their lives again
live again

but life is but the flash of a firefly burning in the night
it is the breath of a buffalo in the winter winds
it is the shadow which runs across the grass
losing itself in the dying sun

cold and grey the morning dawns
snow blankets the valleys, and pines
sub-zero winds blast the ridges
as we ride through the Blackhills, to death

on this day, cold, sullen, and grey
sing your death song, and die
like a hero going home
for these lands are why my dead lie

a little while and I will be gone from among you
from nowhere we came, into nowhere we go
I was born where winds blow free
and these are the lands where I shall die

I shall die