DESCRIPTION:
John Frum - Presage of Emptiness (Official Video)
'A Stirring in the Noos' is out now on CD/LP/Digital via Relapse Records.
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Directed by Oleg Rooz

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Lyrics:

I am the one whose prism refracts nothingness
The colorless backdrop upon which all myths are painted
Maps to enlightenment drawn upon this hide
Observed but unrecognized with calumnious genuflection
Growing fat on the vanity of rested laurels
Being named in the earliest days
I am no Creator, undesiring of paltry praise
Though no creed descends from this cosmic maw
All shall find truth in eradicating negation
I am the incessant hunger
The concept upon which all famine is based
The suzerain sire of starvation
Ineffable collapser; engine of nihility
Swallowing each generation’s beacon of hope
I have brought cause and borne witness to the siege of countless eternities
I am the one whose form is unfathomable
The sprawling sidereal splendor
A monochromatic aberration
A tenebrific enormity
Drowning the heavens in a shimmering void
I am the one whose progeny is desolation
The annihilating lineage’s physical manifest
Those swathed in eyes staring through onyx lids
Scarring the land with a flagellating gait
Those whose limbs dam the fetid waters
Curdling creation’s stifled lifestream
Those dreadful enough to choke the wind from the sky
Commanding gravity, upheaving all bound by nature
And now you have heard mine herald’s cry
And now we are met