This album pummels the eyes and ears with an enigmatic amalgam of biology, theology and arcana. Spread liberally over a three part sonic appendix, Deathspell takes on a daunting topic - a perplexing exploration of Christ's base humanity as typified by "kenotic theology."
I
Everything, except GOD, has in itself some measure of privation, thus all individuals may be graded according to the degree to which they are infected with mere potentiality.
Was there not an inconceivable loss of knowledge at Bethlehem? Christ's abasement, His subjecting Himself to the laws of Human birth and growth and to the lowliness of fallen human nature... Did the Son remain the transcendent Logos, is there not a radical and fatal discontinuity between the consciousness of the transcendent Logos and the secular Jesus?
Obedience to the point of death, and falling down through increasing pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and decay. These are the fruits and symptoms of the abasement of the World, the assumption of humanity and the simultaneous occultation of Divinity.
And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. Triune GOD, morphed into a Being of apparent philanthropic nature deprived of the Light of Splendor. Dost thou still stand in undiminished Majesty after the examination of divine attributes, the face of profound fire gone astray, exhaling austerities in concealed, divine radiance?
Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Blinded, sanguineous eyes and with a trembling hand, a frail androgynous being holds the perilous doctrinal balance, robed in a maculated garment spattered with the sordid blood of the Flagellation, of the lacerations and fierce wounds carved by royal attributes, of the crimson spurts dripping without end, as was celebrated the High Mass of the Comforter. Kenosis, O theory of great peril! Rob GOD of any attribute and fill the shattering universe with the pestilent scent of putrefaction and the glorious cloud of death, for steadfast, at any cost, He must be. Solely the incarnate Word proclaimed by all the prophets and apostles would have, in dying, an infinite value, sufficient to atone, by His astonishing work, for the Sins of the world.
Res Rapta... Res Rapienda... hast thou succumbed to the original malady? For being empty himself, He giveth empty answers to empty enquirers; for whatever enquiry may be made of Him, he answered accordingly to the emptiness of the man. In Visceribus. A willing expiatory Victim, calling constant shame and ignominy upon itself; was thine irretrievable substance still intact in this Sinai of global Penitence, dost thou remember thine past Theophanies, the burning bush and the Angel of the LORD?
In the next place, it never approached an assembly of righteous men; but avoideth them, and cleaveth to the doubtful-minded and empty and prophesieth to them in corners, and deceiveth them, speaking all things in emptiness to gratify their desires...Art thou working on collective deliverance?
Observe Merkabah, the chariot of the glory of GOD, adrift and exiled, the Pilgrim of Light, grandiose and weeping. Thine aura, compared, is but pale and frail, alike to the one of an ailing child...Vacillating faith, thine Slavonic virtue shall fail to make nil a cataclysm of Judgment. The suffering of the Just shall be aggravated in grotesque proportions, pillaged, ravaged, overthrown.
The realms of warmth and reassurance, of a maternal womb, shall disappear gradually under the crumbling yoke of Sin and Time... The Advent of Plerosis is the destiny of Man and shall shatter up to the Heavens, a savage aperture to the High Mass of the Comforter: "Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence, but so much more now in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling."
II
Therefore, GOD honours the sword so highly that He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say or imagine that they have invented it or instuted it. For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then no more man's hand, but GOD'S, and it is not man, but GOD, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights. All these are His work and His judgements... Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony, filling the void of a purity gone instantly...
Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialised death, an avid Moloch, never satiated, and endless Feast, following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up to the Word as Pillars of greyish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament.
"I am the son of Man, and this, in erring reason's spite, is my pride. War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution! Executioner, be sacred, agent of divine Providence!"
Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force of Cain and the expansive force of Abel, falls from his median position between Angel and Beast each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself. Adam's descent into materiality, may it be questioned... The separating line between the Saved and the Damned, may it be questioned...If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse... Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate Providence itself. Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode, perceive the two faces of the Divine and shed the just, divine retribution quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria.
Microcosm, the details of a burning body, vivid and morbid, flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glace, a swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised, teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odours foul...Explicit is the belief that GOD permits his creatures to be reviled and scored and that this is their only means of Salvation.
Thesaurus Ecclesiae. The memory of a stagnant and somber vale inhabited by ethereal purity, violet and blood-red crucifixes, sulphurous shrines and red-glowing demonism. Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation to thine lips, and drink with confidence... - Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes?
III
The stillness of Contemplation is allowed in billions of woeful cries, so astonishingly simultaneous and in unison, each and every second, they defuse each other in such a perfect manner, equaling the most inscrutable of all silences. Doctrine of Mystical Substitution, Mystical Body, Sanctorum Communionem, celebrate the Sin of one reflecting, tectonic forces alike, upon the multitude.
The fruit that is forbidden holds the greatest potential for providing infinite knowledge. Spiritual Incest and the defilement of the temple of the Holy Spirit ritualised and Immanent... The pursuit of perversivity, is it not but a mask on the search for meaning and knowledge? The purest of all Holocausts shall be perpetrated by a loving hand, never knowing if it provided felicity or the vilest of everlasting torments.
"No man can see Me and live!"
"Et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui
Seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt."May Repentance be nothing more than a mask of algolagnia?
And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani...And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani...And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani...And the victim, blind to the radiating Light of Truth, stuttering, repeats
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani,
Lamma Sabacthani...(Consummatum est...
"And we have the prophetic word made more sure
You will do well to pay attention to this as a lamp shining in a dark place,
Until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts."
- 2 Peter 1:19)
