Black is the colour​.​. None is the number

by Order of the Black Guard

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released 25 August 2012
all tracks by OOTBG unless otherwise stated on individual track info.

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tags: cult experimental heavy hellion hyperion metal cult hellion Vatican City

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Track Name: The Woodcutter
The slime shows no signs of stopping
a bubbling cascade of filth and disease
a stench i can no longer bare
eminates from your rotten mouths...


Am i not the woodcutter?
Am i not the saviour?
am i not seated at the right hand of our father with a hunting knife?
am i not the phantom?
am i not the stars and the sea?
am i not the cosmic dust?.... the very fabric of insanity

you mold your saviour from clay and bone
enshroud him in a weave of sorrow
i know these nails are made of iron
rust and decay will be your epitaph

Am i not the Woodcutter?
Am i not the saviour?
am i not seated at the right hand of our father with a hunting knife?
am i not the phantom?
am i not the stars and the sea?
am i not the cosmic dust?.... the very fabric of insanity

the reek of poison clings to your every word
the stench of deceit cloaks the foulest of breath
building god from human sewage
building your god from human sewage....
Track Name: The church of the shrike
Oh with joy i am butchered and sliced
Stare upon me with your eyes of pitch black
Blindness numbs my burning orbs
Your embrace my crown of thorns

I pray my sins will feed your hunger
Your kiss tastes not unlike smashed glass
May your caring knife my reality
I crave to be torn and lacerated

"The doors are now open....and forever shall remain so...
Praise the lord, the chosen one... hail the darkness...king of pain"


Oh with tears of blood i weep
Your promise of blades will not let me down
I can only hope these wounds will never heal
As my light swirls down the blackest of drains

I pray my sins will feed your hunger
Your kisses taste not unlike smashed glass
May your caring heart knife my reality
I crave to be torn and lacerated

"The doors are now open..... And forever shall remain sooo
Praise the lord.. The chosen one.... hail the darkness, the king of pain"

SHRIKE!
Dying over,
again and again
....In the church of the strike.

I am yours..To forever Bleed
. Within thy ebony walls of torment
Draining away in ecstacy.
. Kneeling at the altar of razor blades
Track Name: Death trains to death camps
A sunset can be stunning regardless
As can drops of rain on parched lips
And those Cool winds that blow back your hair
the stars in the night sky reflecting in dead eyes

At the the iron gates...
They shall be Crowned....
(they shall be found)

So strange....!
How stunning life can be
In the darkest places... How fast the time flies
On death trains to death camps
How fragile man can be
In the darkest places... How fast the time flies
On death trains to death camps...

The moons radiance can be stunning regardless
Its glow reflecting off bone and dust
And those cool streams that quench their thirsty mouths
As the days heat shimmers and dances on the horizon

Mans venom can be stunning regardless
Its caress as sharp as surgeons steel
I bare witness to the arrow of time
As our streaming eyes pour salt on to the dust
Track Name: The cult of the Hellion
Open the blast doors and expose the coven
The charred remains of the hellion curse
Our disembodied spiritual projections soar
Destined for the Galilean moons

Reach for tommorow to colonize
Resurrect the lifeless and reconstitute
From celestial hibernation molecules form
A book of truths from asphalt dreams

Dont pass me by
Dont ignore me
I am not a ghost
I am your antidote...

Truth..
Order..
Yield..
Naive..
Betrayed..
Engulfed..
Enlightened.. The cult of the hellion!

The mask that hides the universal
And builds temples to buffalo gods
That conspires to hoax the hoaxers
And reveal the lie to end all lies

Beneath and below your weary feet
Are the pieces of a timeless puzzle
That live, breathe ....choke and perish
For a worthless race ....born in a grave

Dont pass me by
Dont ignore me
I am not a ghost
I am your antidote...

Truth..
Order..
Yield..
Naive
Betrayed..
Engulfed..
Enlightened... The cult of the hellion!
Track Name: The Decline
If mountains could talk, they would scream "walk away"
Take the trailback down the path...
never come back to this place.... its not for you

Just because you can does not mean you should
tilt your head to the summit.


gaze past at the moons that illumnate form
behold what you cannot comprehend

It kills the beginning and destroys the end...

Take the trail back down the path
And never look back.

this place was never meant for you.
Track Name: Here comes the snake.. walking as if human
Our Blood is drained once again
Our bones are pounded to dust
Our veins are weaved into a trap
Our minds are nailed shut
Our mouths are gagged
Our voices are drowned
Our hands are tied
Our legs are bound
And we all just lay ourselves bare
And we all just stand and stare
Hoping its just another nightmare....nightmare... another nightmare.

"..but in the night i'll come to you....heal your wounds, lie with you
Build a wall around your soul to live forever amongst the stars.."

"...every night i come to you.... Dry your tears, lie with you
Building dreams into the night to live forever amongst the stars

.....I'm fucking dead to this world.

Our hearts are pierced with spite
Our lungs are filled with cancers
Our eyes are sewn shut
Our ears are force fed concrete
Our mouths are gagged
Our voices are drowned
Our hands are tied
Our legs are bound
And we all just lay ourselves bare
we all just stand and stare
Hoping its just another nightmare

"...every night i come to you.... Dry your tears, lie with you
Building dreams into the night to live forever amongst the stars.."

Aaah....I'm fucking dead to this world.. so dead to this world..
Here comes the snake.....walking as if human...
Track Name: The owls are not what they seem
Blinded, atrocious, and ever lament faith
riddled and chuntered their putrid ways
on their knees, alive but dead!
gathered in temples.....

the hunters peer on! (their daily bread)
the hunters peer on!

eyes are open, hands are fisted
deep inside their warped and twisted
so many tricks and so many lies
too many when's and too many why's
nobodys special, nobodys gifted
your fucking religion is sick and twisted
dragged upon wings of the unholy trinity

the owls are not what they seem!
the owls are not what they seem!

they sang in praise and cheer throughout many years
they can now be heard screaming in a forest of black tears
roasted,scalded,burned to the ground
hung drawn and quartered, hands tightly bound
mouth stuffed with earth, homes torn down
their souls where never found......