Beneath.Below.Behold
Spinning we come out of nothingness, launched from the first and fiercest outbreak. The first event, an idea, a snap. Violence in its most primal form. Scattering dust in the amniotic fluid of chaos. At the mercy of the random caprice of Duat. Lost in darkness, aghast by the cold void. Pure in our singularity. Absolute in our insignificance. Given to fate and at random at once. Free of laws or any kind of logic. The birth of the first star; violence, pain and ecstasy. A journey leading to it's own beginning. And there, in the far distance already we were. And we turn and we spin rocked by the double helix, the double snake. Our ship is Hermes Rod. The journey has just begun A journey leading to its own beginning. And the Dragon roars and delivers us to deep waters. where the canons of the sublime impregnate the with horror. And yet in the astral sleep we are aware of the totality. Dead but dreaming, Solve Et Coagula.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Redemption is forbidden into oblivion. Bitterness that keeps appearing at night. Like wolves. Immersions To the lower world. Encrypted signs that deafen from the Earth's womb Hide behind translucent veils. Long time ignored. Entwine me, drag me Beneath.Below.Behold Pale ghosts from worlds that once were forgotten. Yes, now I breathe and you live through me. I hold the key. Healing ponds, Embodiments of lost hopes. Ancient queen Let me drown, let me burn. My flesh drops my bones, Ends my misery. Beneath. Below and Beyond Tomorrow we may be ashes but right now we are fire.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Today the madness crossed my path I spat on its face and just kept walking And even like that you can still feel it Like a rabid dog whose appetite can't ever be pleased Biting on your heels as long as you roam on this Earth The Ebb brought the drought Just to leave this plateau of mediocrity And I still pray for the purge That will cleanse all the filth and drain it to the sea But it never rains, it never rains. I'd rather go beyond the Golden Light Burned and broken trees and far as you can see every one of them an allegory for countless lost battles Energy, eternal delight, where are you? Deception and solitude reign over these barren lands And even like that I can feel more passion in the stones and the dust Than in the hearts of most of men You turned your promised land into a blood sucking parasite A whore that dries you out after the promises of paradise This drought has lasted for too long So it's time to leave as I have nothing more to give So it's time to leave as there is nothing here left for me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Through howling rivers of fire carved in the entrails of the Earth. mirages come and fade away. Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak, weak enough to be restrained. Drowning in the sea of a million voices, still not able to perceive the murmur weeping from their toothless mouths. Roaming through a swarm of a thousand suns, still unable to sense the warmth of the concealment. Feasting on a hundred lambs and cups of wine, Yet not able to ease the hunger for comforting bliss. Drifting through a thousand fragrances, and yet all I smell is reeking piss. Scattered to the four winds. Doomed to live this life over and over again, failing to distinguish between reality and a dream. This I curse this blood that flows through my veins And the heart that beats inside my chest. As I bury my hands in the ashes of the temples I errected... These ashes that will be washed away by the burning waters of Phlegethon Just to leave remembrances that myself I can not see. Puzzling with a million tiles (and) still not able to identify What lies exposed in front of me. Drifting through a thousand fragrances, But the only scent is reeking piss Spilled into the seven seas Doomed to live this life over and over again Failing to distinguish between reality and a dream.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The diggers of the graves of passion tried to extent the taming veil over the lioness' head. While we, her cubs, we were praised sucking from the breast of white lies merciful lies. That hit stronger than the hangman's whip And time tells, and time breaks the spells. Snake charmers and smoke sellers charlatans who filled our eye sockets with mud. All those who felt victorious through our defeat 'til we took off their fucking tongues. I curse you all who tried to inject that poison into our hearts and flesh. And time tells, and time breaks the spells.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Not to this world, and then i wonder where the fuck must I belong. Answers seen to be anomalies Once revealed on the skin of stonesl With raven eyes scanning the horizon All these years of wait and wonder. Will you come? and in which form? With open hearts we'll receive the tide. Feels like I've been waiting for a thousand years, feels like I was dead all this fucking time. All of you sleep walker will awake just to realize you were heading evermore to your own graves. Here comes the wave, inclement sieve, last horizon that the damned will ever see. Here comes to erase every land and every race And to leave no trace of a moaning that lasted for too long. Join me and feel the collapse of the foundations of creation, Whilst we receive the storm With screams of Banshees breaking the air Eternals, Immortals, floating we will turn back to nothingness.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026