Songtext von Carnal

[The person of Austin Osman Spare (1888-1956) is a splendid example of] [misunderstood and forgotten genius. Deserving the fame of Beardsley, he is now] [almost unknown outside the occult scene. Trained in ceremonial magic under A.] [Crowley, he later created his own ZOS KIA CULTUS, which can be called "urban] [shamanism". The famous sigilization, some Chaos Magick principles, etc. bear] [his influence. Besides many breath-taking art pieces of painting he left] [several books where the passion of Blake meets Nietzsche's harshness.] I tasted the fever of Your existence seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away transmuting my quicksilver blood KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I may touch insipid are the describing words the self needs no vulgar praise This worship has no supplications my rite is to live and do things naked, pure, of honest lust the throbbing vortex feeds on it all Sleep is the best of possible prayers the winged eyes are blessed to see downtrodden deception of every torment transpierced hymens my lust adores Many images yet one raw flesh animal steps I love to tread an ideal point where Time is Space memory giant sores this journey must heal Lady of Mourning and her monsters lay down the scythes for here I come joyful and priapic my baby soul a new-born one, ten million years old