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DAKHMA - Hamkar Atonement


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1. THE GLORIOUS FALL OF OHRMAZD (HAIL DEATH, TRIUMPHANT)

Oh, creator! What treachery has befallen thee?
As Ohrmazd, defeat in strife
Thou hath born witness to the glorious, the mighty lord!
As Ohrmazd, defeat eternal
Ye of good words, good thoughts and kind spirit, come forth and see!
As Ohrmazd defeat eternal

I shall cast down all who walk his path
Triumphant, may Gannag Menog tower upon thee
As one, defeated in creation, the kindred spirit has been unleashed
Unholy kindred spirit

A grand apostasy, vicious pessimism and despondency
Hail the glorious fall, hail death triumphant

“Gaze into the distant plains and behold the wicked dance of the druj, but do not be deceived by their guise and riches.”

“Fool! Do you not see the might of the Other, he who was born alongside the creator as equal? Has the magnificent truth not consumed thine flesh and all the beauty of these lands?”

“Decrepit utterances, unspeakable blasphemies of impurity, thou shall not forsake me! I am of good words and good thoughts, the true creator is with me!”

“Fool! Gaze upon thine feeble flesh, the true lord’s malice is already upon thee! Be unburdened by your good thoughts and kind spirit, unshackled from Ohrmazd’s lie! There is but one who may withstand the glorious fall, and whence has he gone? the creator has forsaken thee…”

Triumphant, may Gannag Menog tower upon thee
The kindred spirit has been unleashed
Unholy kindred spirit

The sole true creator of vicious pessimism and despondency
Hail the Glorious fall, hail death triumphant



2. AKHOMAN (SPILL THE BLOOD)

„It is not that I cannot create anything good, but that I will not“

Zurvan, whence hath thou taken the arrogance?
Do not question me, feeble one! You shall never understand the suffering of aeons
Meditation in silence, one thousand years of agony
Behold now!
I, above all, am the lord of creation

In a brief moment of doubt I birthed thee, Akhoman!
And it is this doubt that feeds thine feeble spirit!

I, above all, am the lord of creation

Ripping womb to emerge victorious, grant me thine blessing so I may
Reign…

Worthless and wretched doth thou call me, forsaken by time itself!
This does not concern me, as it is I who emerged victorious
Bear witness to the pestilence I have cast on these lands!
Zurvan, whence hath thou taken the arrogance?

These lands, once plentiful and rich in soil, now soaked in the blood of man
Defeated in strife, he has chosen death
In a brief moment of doubt I birthed thee, Akhoman!
And it is this doubt that feeds thine feeble spirit!

I, above all, am the lord of creation

Ripping womb to emerge victorious, grant me thine blessing so I may
Reign for 9000 years!

These lands, once plentiful and rich in soil, now soaked in the blood of man
Defeated in strife, he has chosen death

I, above all, am the lord of creation

Akhoman, Lord of the eternal wastelands, blessed be thine victorious spirit
Spill the blood
Shatter those who dare stand before thee, may their feeble flesh be torn limb from limb
Spirit, spill the blood



3. VARUN (OF UNNATURAL LUST)

Filth upon me!
Filth upon me!
Filth upon me!
Filth upon me!

Unspeakable, foul lord of flesh
Sink in me, consume me
Obedient, heed the whispers of lust
Feel the pearls of gore drip from within

Without inhibition, exuberant
Blackest, wretched whore of the underworld
Luscious lips, drenched in blood of the sacred
Unspeakable deity of lust

Varun, the filth of my flesh
Varun, defiled by the stench
Varun, spill the seed of thine vengeful lust



4. NANGHAIT (BORN OF FIRE)

Spendarmad! I summon thee, holy devotion
I oppose thee from the depths and bathe thee in fire

Illumination!
Bathe in the fire
(Risen from the flame)
Raised from the fire
(Hidden in the flame)

Spendarmad! Display your holy devotion
(Hidden by the flame)
Spendarmad! Do not fear my boundless wisdom
(Hidden in the flame)

Rise from the pyre
(Hidden in the flame)
Blessed by the fire
(Risen from the flame)

“What are these foul utterances, heretic? Doth thou dare speak my name and beckon me to behold this feeble shell?”
“Gaze upon me wretched one! Display to me your holy devotion and be cleansed by my fire!”

"This wisdom you seek doth not hide in the flame, what ignorance! Open thine spirit to my light…"

Born of fire

And now, illuminated by holy devotion, I call thee defeated one
Aghast at this power, seeping through skin and blessed by the light of fire

Spendarmad! I summon thee, holy devotion
I vanquished thee from the depths and now bathe in the blessed light of fire

Risen from the pyre
(blessed by the flame)
Blessed by the fire
(Risen from the flame)



5. SPENDARMAD (HOLY DEVOTION)

“And as fire gives way to an endless rain, the earth is covered in death and decay, brought forth by the druj. Holy devotion shall give way to a most decrepit, monstrous filth. Foul lord of death, Gannag Menog, behold these lands, once blessed by Ohrmazd, now yours to fester upon…”



6. GANNAG MENOG (FOUL DEATH, TRIUMPHANT)

Feast on the foul prophets of death and flesh, defiler of ages
Fallen one, I am he who walketh below

I am he of foulest decay
Molded from deformed flesh
The putrid stench of decaying limbs

Oh stench of death, the vile that feedeth on the sins of man
Foul death, triumphant
I am he of foulest decay

The putrid stench of decaying limbs singes the nostril of ye who witness the blight
Emerging, as great prophets now towering over the creator…

Feast on the foul!
Feast on the foul!
Feast on the foul!
Feast on the foul!

Emerging, as great prophets
Now towering over the creator

Oh stench of death, the vile that feedeth on the sins of man
I am he of foulest decay

Oh creator! what treachery hath thou seen in me?
As Ohrmazd, defeat in strife
Thou hath born witness to the glorious, the mighty lord!
As Ohrmazd, defeat eternal

“Emerging, as great prophets now towering over the creator…”



7. ...OF GREAT PROPHETS

Ears that do not hear
Eyes that may not see
Tongues that shall not speak
Liberate them unto the most unholy spirit

Wretched and ghastly, hostile to men
Shunned by the sacred, a wicked display of arrogance
(False prophets of death, descend unto the land!)

Decrepit utterances of unseen horrors
False prophets of death, allies of Daeva
Do not reveal yourself to their unholy rites

“As the great one, the true one will
Will be cast out and flayed, feel this sin upon thine flesh
A mirror reflection of perpetual ages of death and decay”

To the death!

Hear them, the false prophets of darkness
Bask in their unholy light
Inbibe from the chalice, gore soaked and filthy
Be cast from this plane

Eyes that now see clearly
In ears the piercing howl of druj rings free
Tongues rich in lavish parlance
Liberated by the most unholy spirit



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