BiografieWelcome stranger...

Who am I? What am I? It doesn’t matter… Only one thing is important. I’m sick… So long… Let me show you my sickness. Follow me through landscapes of my nightmare. Walk carefully the slippery edge of abyss. Walk carefully the sharp edge of razor… Beware to wake the dreaming demons of foggy deeps…

Previous writings were lost. Or were written never …

Code two thousands zero three… by god’s will the boundaries of reality were erased and blessing was sent… reality… dream… reality… the birth…

Spiritus Sancti, Voice of God, Virgin Mary…
Like a flowers from broken mirrors. Splinters with bloodstained petals are tangled in one… Autumn stretch her sharp-clawed fingers, plunge them into the last breath of dying mind… I’m not insane. I’m just your imagination…

Excerpt from personal files:
Spiritus Sancti: duality of character, pathologic longing for unexplainable, maniacal creativity.
Voice of God: sound hallucinations, tumor of perception of time continuum, manipulating with… ? (undefined)
Virgin Mary: Virgin Mary. (maniacally-cyclical knockings are possible)

Colors are faded, mangy walls of summer, worms are everywhere, worms…
Cold winter skies, stars are cold… Stars are cold as Hell… Monotonous work of machines, bundles of wires, far useless sounds, someone’s laughter, the smell of fresh coffee… Written in days of autumn 2003, winter 2004
Walls remember the sounds… Walls are singing with us…

Code two thousands four. (obviously… spring, but I’m not sure about it… sickness is in progress.)
…With heartbeats of crematory not hasty springtime comes free and insolent… Idiotic smile – crawling streams of burned snow. I kiss the sores of the emptiness by finger stumps. Watching. As… Smokestacks must breath too, they are alive, and so they suck oxygen from human…

Photo session 2004 Dead, tired walls… Emptiness dancing like snake in the hidden corners of mind… Engraved dreams, in musty bunkers and subterranean passageways… Locked up…alive… Touch of the blade to my head… scares. Sealed up with rusty nails door… leading to the damp world of shadows, shapeless dwellers of the gloom… Time has stopped, like dead rat… Sounds are dead. Window openings… whispers of broken glass… Dirty lanes of medical bandage… Hard to breath… Hard to breath… no humans… flashes of light… flashes of light… Cold… Light… illusions of feelings… Silence of soundless screams – there is no humans… Only names and dates of dust-covered walls speaking with each others.

Snaps, shots – breath of congealed bodies …



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Do you smile? Do you can still smile? (in that moment of time patients were in comatose state, that exclude their movement into the beyond …)

Winter 2005. The feeling of linen rope around own neck… sickness continues… endlessly long…

CODE two thousand six… view from aside. Infected bacillus scatters into the air to find new victim, new life… Overcoming the distance… They seek… They are close… Hush!… There’s no reason to hide… They are inside of you already…

Summer 2006. Debut album “Satanism. Sickness. Solitude.” was released by Possession Productions.

Quelle: http://www.hellsicker.comDiscografie“Satanism. Sickness. Solitude.” CD 2006

“Satanism. Sickness. Solitude.” CD 2008 www