1. As the Mithran walked down the road he came to a bird that was lying along the side. He stopped for a moment to speak with the bird but could not tell if it was alive or dead. 2. The wind began to blow softly and the left wing of the bird lifted as the Mithran saw the blue of the sky. 3. ‘What pretty wings,’ he told the bird as it looked up at him and blinked. ‘I am not like other birds,’ it told him. 4. ‘Why are you here?’ the Mithran asked. ‘I have been injured,’ it replied. ‘That is why I have come to the side of the road. No one will help me,’ it said. 5. So the Mithran ran away at once and began to gather all the wood he could find for which to make a bed for the bird to lie on. When he was finished he returned hoping that the bird was still there. 6. ‘Are you still there?’ he called to the side of the road. ‘Yes, I am still here,’ the bird replied. ‘Where off did you go?’ the bird asked. 7. ‘I went to gather wood for which to build you a bed that you can rest upon. It should help greatly to alleviate some of your sufferings as it is so very hot in this desert.’ 8. ‘Yes,’ the bird replied. ‘That should be very nice,’ it said. 9. As the Mithran came closer to lift the bird onto his bed, he told the bird not to him. ‘I will bite you,’ the bird told him. ‘I shall eat out your eyes and gouge upon you flesh. I shall eat all of you until there is nothing that is left.’ 10. The Mithran thought for a moment and decided the risk. He moved still closer and lifted the bird quickly and carefully onto it’s bed. 11. ‘There,’ the Mithran told the bird, raising some cloth for which to shield the eyes of the bird from the sun. ‘Now you may rest much more comfortably.’ 12. ‘I am thirsty,’ said the bird. 13. ‘I have no cup from which you can drink,’ the Mithran replied. ‘I do not have any water. I can only give you shade,’ he told bird while dragging the bed off in the opposite direction he had been going. 14. ‘Where are you taking me,’ the bird asked him. ‘I am taking you up the road,’ the Mithran replied. ‘There is a village. They will have a cup from which you can drink.’ 15. The Mithran looked back at saw that the bird was not breathing as heavy as it had been in the sun and felt well. 16. ‘We are all the same,’ the bird told him. ‘We are all animals.’ 17. ‘Breathe easy,’ the Mithran told him. ‘Rest.’ He turned back to see the bird stretch out it’s wings. They fluttered softly and the Mithran thought the bird was at rest. The bird stretched out completely and then died. 18. This is the word of the Lord.
THINE ANSWER TO THE WITCHES LAMENT: A PUBLISHED LITANY or
THEY PRAISE/PRAY LIKE SACRIFICIAL JEW CHILDREN NOW
I AM THE WHITE OF DOVE WHO HAVE SEEN SEVEN TIMES HIS BLOOD
I AM THE GREY UPON WHICH YOUR BOAT HAS REPEATEDLY SUNK
I AM THE VIOLENT WIND THAT STIRS THE DEPTH OF YOUR TEMPTER
I AM THE SPIKE THAT RIPS ASUNDER BOTH YOUR SKY & CLOUD
THEY ARE THE BIRDS OF PREY THAT ONLY OFFER US HIS BLOOD
I BRING HER FORTH AS TERROR TO HEAR THE CROW SPEAK WITHIN THE NIGHT
I AM DENSER THAN SMOKE & HEAVIER THAN FLAME
I AM THE FORGE THAT WAITS IN THE FIRE TO SEVER BOTH OF THEM WITH SWORD
WISER THAN THE SETTING SUN, THE SNAKE CROWNS ALL IN INSPIRATION
I AM THE ANCIENT THICKET THAT DWELLS IN THE HEARTS OF MEN
I AM THE TIDE MOST VIOLENT WHEN IT DESCENDS TO REACH ITS PEAK
I AM THE SEA WHOSE WAVES BECOME THE BRILLIANCE OF YOUR FOAM
WHO KNOWS THE SECRETS OF THE UNHOLY DOMAIN?
YOU ARE THE PRIESTESS & SHE IS MY WIFE
YOU HAVE BECOME NOW ONLY YOUR MOTHERS NAME
I HAVE BECOME THE MOTHERS DRAGON
He of Which Who Calls
Actual Transcript of an Interview with Miłość Trumpf, AKA: NOCTORAL before his death in the disputed region of Donetsk, formerly Ukraine
Yeah, the thing about that band was that no one knew. I mean their whole act was wearing motorcycle helmets so no would see their faces. Every time they appeared in public, people just thought it was a gag. (lights cigarette) The reality, man… they were fucking cannibals. They had lesions all over their faces & body like lepers, man, just from eating human beings. I knew this crazy guy, he like to go to their shows, he got invited to go hang out with them one time. He called me & told me was going, I told him he was stupid. ‘Don’t even speak to people you don’t know man, didn’t you fucking learn anything growing up?’ ‘You’re fucking stupid,’ he told me. He called me from the bathroom, scared out of his fucking head, ‘Holy shit,’ he just kept saying. ‘They’re fucking cannibals!’ (inhaling cigarette) I guess the place was all bloody, bones, scalps, real fucking Ed Gein sick shit. He sent me some pictures but they were mostly black, you couldn’t see shit anyway. I think when the cops found him, he was missing limbs. They had doped him up on so much fucking acid he didn’t know who the hell he was. I mean they knocked out all his fucking teeth, you know, so they couldn’t id him by his dental records, burned his his fingertips off, I don’t think they left any hair on his body. Obviously he was id’d, maybe dna or something, he had no fingerprints, his flesh was burned pretty badly. (inhaling off cigarette) but he ain’t ever going to be same. Fucking guy’s retarded now, total dipshit. He shit’s his pants and everything, pisses all over himself. And all they while they were a band, just kept playing at techno shows & people loved it. (takes a couple puffs off his cigarette) I mean that’s why I stay the fuck away from people. You never know, especially with these cops nowadays. Little punk ass mother fucking white pride kids, mormons or something, skinny little fucking bitches too, they show up, go through your belongings, make a list & check it twice like fucking santa claus or something. They pretend to be officer joe ‘suck my cock’ smoe or something, cop kids or recruits, real little fucking bitch punk asses that know kung fu or something. Or Army personnel playing cop because they think raping a little bitch in japan is ok while their MP. They deserve the worst man. All of them, their fucking families too. It’s war on the cops dude. World fucking wide. I guess you see now why I support the Chechens and the tactics they use-
At this point the interview was stopped due to the fact that BICFUM Records will not be held accountable for any events that have may or may not have occurred, previously or in the future.
He brought you the band, we bring you lyrics- more lyrics from prison, he sends his hell
“kick that bitch in her fucking face”
Mojo Son (My God Now)
Now I know, because I’m the one
Now I know, because I’m the only
Sold my soul, to be the oneNow I am the holy
Somewhere down in Spain…
I don’t want to love
Life just pass away
I don’t have anyone
We don’t have to pay
I don’t want your love
Bundled up the sun
just to ride away
Your blood is coming
Murder all the way
Murder is bloodshed,
You bleed, you die
No forgiveness coming
Destroy you for your shit fuck process
It’s what you call your day
Yes, I want to sell my son
Yes, I want to kill my son
Yes, I’m gonna sell your son
Somewhere down in Spain
Until our sister company gets her shit together, we’re running shit. From the upcoming album, This Band is Fucking Naked! Look for it to hit stores in November.
Me, I’m w/ the Devil
Is that me w/ the devil?
Is that me or is that you?
Is it right to be abused?
Is it right to even choose?
I see 10k soldiers riding in their saddles
Is it right to even lose?
I hear 10k soldiers lying to their shadow
I see 10k soldiers lying in their shallow
See it’s me w/ the devil
10k soldiers bleeding on the mountain