The Shrine of Deterioration
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 21, 2026
Under disguise, hidden, elusive In a form of disease Bringing the manifest Of crooked spines and hollow skulls I am the virus caressing the blind Under the skin I separate the flesh Imposing delusions to the weak souls Infecting the whole rivers of blood Breaking each and every bone I am the virus I am the slow death I am the virus I am the cold death
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 21, 2026
In this downward spiral The fall is the sole constant Clutching at a straw Rolling the boulder Ad nauseam aeternum Generations of architects Masons, carvers and leaders Precisely sculpting houses of cards As if the blindfold was worn The idle formation seems to persist How delightful it is to see The same blunders over again The frail arrangement wavers Upon this soil
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 21, 2026
Imagined for millenia In the purest of vacuums Dwells the force of immense might The dense destroyer The light disruptor The king of blackness Eternally hungry, in perpetual trance The queen of mirk In cosmic spree A single glance in thy eyes So tempting, so treacherous Oh feeble me The one way journey calls me To enter your heart O mighty cockatrice of the world Absorb me, devour me Blinden me, enslave me Show me the new light That shines forever
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 21, 2026
Void worshipers, preachers of none All gathered to build new structures The ones that are meant to decay From the very inception With doubts as the main foundations Avoiding all that’s permanent and stable As if black holes were the safe zones As if madness was the only method To rise the temple of pure confusion To praise the failure To glorify the chaos in all its splendor
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 21, 2026
Deafening screech from grinding teeth Last resorts all drained Exceeding endurance Grasping for the ghosts Of what once was worth pursuing Delusional hope that gods Will deal the cards again Same slumbers repeat Eroding the ego Multitude of scenarios With congenial outcome Let the mountains collapse Let the oceans drain Let the stars align to start anew Deafening screech of raptured teeth The remnants of purpose The ruin of will Leftover ardor fractured into splinters
Submitted by Immortal — Jun 21, 2026