“The modern man has lost his connection to the soil of his forefathers. The modern man’s connection to his forefathers and the gods of his blood is lost too. He travels all across the Earth as a creature with no roots anywhere. He no longer grows his own food, he no longer catches his own fish or meat, he no longer milks the cows or collects eggs, berries, nuts, fruit and sea shells from nature. He no longer builds his own home or buries his own kin. He has lost his respect for nature, for his fatherland and for his kin, but he has gained nothing. The soul of the modern man is dead. He has lost almost everything. ”
~ Varg of Burzum
In 200 years of Industrialized, Modern Society, Humans have caused the greatest mass murder of life since the Permian Extinction – you know, the one that killed 96% of life on the planet?
We’re filling our water with poisons and our air with carbonation
We’ve destroyed 90% of large fish and continue this extermination
Nature has survived billions of years and will eventually restore itself.
But can humanity survive in a mess of its own filth?
This is nothing short of a Climactic Degradation.
The Black Dahlia Murder, Climactic Degradation
Devastate, leave them weeping in your wake. A family’s broken dreams with gloved hand I separate. Mutilate them, carve them up, bring them to their knees. The power of the knife in hand, if it breathes it fucking bleeds.
Mankind, in time, I’m disgusted with this race. I pluck them from the universe, pawns of my favorite game.
Cut them all down, completely randomize. Never a clue, nor trace is left. Identity disguised I measure joy in suffering, with a rope and blade I maim. Humiliate these fallen souls, this earth of sick disgrace.
Climactic degradation, rapture in blood achieved. Suffocate them, rip them, rape them, make them fucking scream. Orgasmic mutilation, on terror I do feed. Annihilate this bastard race, I’ll make them bleed for me.
I’m taking you down with me into this Hell of Hells. Stabbed in the throat, sputtering blood, my need is never quelled. You must stand here before me, my judgment ends in death. I tower above your broken bodies, face speckled in red. Oh how sweet it is to revel in your flesh. I won’t stop until the last is dead.
Climactic degradation, rapture in blood achieved. Suffocate them, rip them, rape them, make them fucking scream. Orgasmic mutilation, on terror I do feed. Annihilate this bastard race, I’ll make them bleed for me
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I compiled an interview with Varg of Burzum, with the Bathory song “One Rode to Asa Bay,” with this picture of a forgotten trail.
I hope some day you find it.