Sex Offender: The Darkness of the Holy

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Bring that which is faultless and I will readily bring your darkness,

into desire


in an inferior organs Height

Offend mine, purest blood in its imperfection

Taking that which is holy

Arising that which is lowly

Offender, do you aim to control?

Offender, it is you whom expose

Bring that which is beautiful

Voluntary soul, for hire


in an inferior Face’s Might

Taking that which is holy

Arising that which is lowly

Offender, do you aim for utmost pleasure?

Offender, will you die in bloods innocent treasure?

Open your legs…

Open your mind

Held, your smallest prison

Caged by your unlimited vision

Taking that which is holy

Arising that which is lowly

Offender is this a repeat offense?

Offender, without will…defense?

Take me Offender

Take all my will

Your sex is bleeding knives

Your mind in mine, darkest hive

Break me Offender

My will for your taking

Every thrust in breath

is brutal child’s inner aching

Offender is this a repeat immense?

Offender, your passion… pill of endless expense?


In an inferior organs Height

Your darkness, thou art holy

Your light …expose it slowly

Your desire to fight the fires

You drown in this hell of enders pyres

Only to see,

That the predator

is it the prey?



it is you Whom always s(l)(t)ays.

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Shallow Then Halo: That Which Lives Around, Dies Aground

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That which lives above, so below.

That which lives around, dies aground.

That which speaks inside, speaks aside.

The hallows of life,

The hails of grace

All serve its purpose

To spread the shallow halos deep face

That whisper in beauty’s defeat

That spread the shallow vapours

That whisper in darkness replete

To signal that all, must and shall

Fall to Grey

A single prey

A single faith

In Ancients Fate

That which lies inside, will die aside

That which speaks to the shallows

Halos aground

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Phosphene Weather: The Dark Mask at the Edge of Night

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The Dark Mask is your greatest illusion…the night will not escape your edges. Cloud creeps into darkness, myst encounters the deepest night. For inside this illusion…the encounter, your grace in haunt. If love were a box on the edge of a lake, and water the drowning force of distant truths…I might have been able to unchain you through your edges. But the waves overtook your imprisoned square and my hands could not grasp your dim illusions, for your dark mask revealed your fallen fates. And I could not help but look into the darkness as it swallowed you in still.

He enters into this world

A world where an appearance cannot place meaning

and meaning begets feeling

He places his dark mask upon his emptiness

A marker of his closest endeavor into life

He places the depth that resides by his side

To rest upon the eyes that wander, roam and long

His peace cannot be encountered

His heart cannot find place

For neutrality is not a moment

And Masks are no departure

We are weathered by the phosphene night

We are encountered in the cold

By the faces we are trapped

And by names, we hold in worlds

These darkened illusions

Paint the dimness that is sight

And in mask upon mask we unravel

and by windows we encounter reflections flight

Straight inside…you will never escape

It is the mirror that betrays you

and your dark mask which scales the fates of time.

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Above the Rim of the Earth

℗ 2020 Mobthrow, Subheim


I stand

Above, Below

To shatter the chains

that Bind Dark Stars


by night or light



Fed…by the human sun

of consumption to drought

Flight will not drown me

Gravity will not fight me



Unearthed by the soils graves

Undone by the waters drowning grace

Mortal I am not, by the skies nor the rain

Mortal I become, by the time

In Leading deceptions


By the fires of mortem fear and ash



Above this Below

To break the human hands that have lead

Bounded by the faintest hearts

By moon and Nightsun


I Rise,

Above the Rim of Rare earth

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Polarize: The Master’s Light Shade

Bad sector is a musical project created by Massimo Magrini (Italy). Graduated in Computer Science, he studied academic electronic music and works as a researcher in the Italian National Research Council (CNR). His research topics include digital signal processing and gestural devices for man machine interaction. He teaches Interaction Design at the Academy of Arts in Pisa. As Bad Sector, since 1994, he has been releasing many CDs, vinyls, tapes, always having good response in the international underground scenes. His first album, “Ampos”, is generally referred as reference in the dark ambient scene. He usually presents his music in audio-visual performances, often using special controllers. Besides Bad Sector, in 2001 Magrini formed the project Olhon, together with the Where leading member Zairo, exploring the territories between dark ambient and field recordings, using only sounds recorded in extreme locations (caves, underwater etc.) as source material.



The Bad, the Incredible

Hold the fear

If the master’s will…. escapes

But to master Escape

Is to live on the edges

The Frames Brutal point

The Border-less

Lest the Borders inhabit existence

Restrict the Restrictions

To Entice the Growing divide

Divide the hands of time

To hand the time its own despair

The culture has killed itself

And the master lives on

In the Lights greatest shade

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Star Tears: Deep Inside the Eclipsed Sun

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Lay here

Deep inside

Deep Inside


It is here

In This Obscurity


Upon Mantle



Feel Inside

Each transplant

Reach from star to star

Walk the Dust

Walk the Dust


It is Darkness

You are this Light



Come into this

Free Space

Free Space

For As we walk

we run

And as we Dive

Into the Eclipsed Drowned Sun

We Brush

We will Rush,

Star Tears

Lay Here.

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Faith Consuming Hope: Legs of Flame, Star of Despair

℗ 2020 PAN All Rights Reserved ℗ Alexandra Drewchin

This, Your Bequest

Legs of Flame

To Ride the Waters

of Deceit

To Follow the Deepest



The Blackest Forests

There is no Faith

To march your Body

There is no hope

To pilot your mind

These Ashen Feet

A Path

A Remembrance

That to be consumed by the fires

One must be swathed by the breaking

No Bone

No Heart

But the Heat

of the Soul

Remains an eternities ember



That to be consumed by the fires

One must release the flickers of fight

The Star of Despair

The Star of Despair

Will drive your bones into

Dusted paths


Into the Rivers

The Rivers of faith consuming hope

The Spines upon your head

The Thorns upon your soul

Never Forget

Never Forget


The Lair

Hope, your endless chasm

but breath

It lights the fire

Your legs

will fight

this towering, consuming night

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Circe Poisoning the Sea
John William Waterhouse

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Sea Battered

You walk to me with legs of foam


When you wash upon my shores

Will you wash upon my shores


Touch your pale feet

One by one into

my sea

For your beauty is a black star

And I am trapped by your unearthly presence

Let me touch upon touch

Every outline of your edges



Ever so softly, take your last living breath

I do not mean to harm you

for there is no loss in that which you

cannot sense to send

Your lines, my infirmary

Your eyes, my death

Please spare one part

My heart

was always yours

Now my hands

they are

to deliver your drowning fates

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Patience: The Flag of Despair, the Loss of Promise

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and I wait


still I want


watching the signs of you


consumed by the loss of promise


raising the distress flag


but still no signs of gentle hands


force in the night of drowning despair

To love

Love is a gift

For the taking


the crossing of the beaming star

Stars in dreams by which

we breathe

and choke

Avow me this solitary


for chances are small

and the patience of


Is the flag of despair

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