Remnants of Forgotten Horrors
Once a shadow effigy Has carved itself onto a soul It stays within it endlessly Burning for it to extol To laud those wicked reveries Depicted as nefarious art To not forget the ecstasies Primeval devils can impart A mask with waiting eyes that stare Will stir up spectres from within Reminding of what isn’t there And still unceasingly is seen The empty aeons won’t erase What’s always there, obscure, sublime – The image of its burning face Though plunged in the abyss of time It’s looming evermore inside A blazing, Stygian paragon Until the host has waned and died A baleful, haunting eidolon A vague and smouldering unease That never ceases to maraud It never fades, it grants no peace That unrelenting, restless god Too deeply graven to erode The image doesn’t fade away But makes the soul its own abode Its follower and constant prey It prowls in dreams, in thoughts off guard In absent moments it will surge Complete oblivion is barred Before the sounding of a dirge The empty aeons won’t erase What’s always there, obscure, sublime – The image of its burning face Though plunged in the abyss of time It’s looming evermore inside A blazing, Stygian paragon Until the host has waned and died A baleful, haunting eidolon A vague and smouldering unease That never ceases to maraud It never fades, it grants no peace That unrelenting, restless god It’s looming evermore inside A blazing, Stygian paragon Until the host has waned and died A baleful, haunting eidolon And then the journey is complete With nothing gained and nothing won The only path was to defeat A mind is dead, a god is gone
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Crawling out from a crevice inside A stirred immemorial recollection That never could completely subside Of abhorred cataclysmic resurrection The buried will again be shown And all will live their madness when What has long since lain unknown The old, forgotten breathe again Their minds conflagrated as their hearts are permeated By a phantasmal realization The winds of insanity lay waste upon humanity As they see they are the last generation As sinister stars had foretold An ensanguined world is forsaken The remains of a line will behold An unbridled inferno awaken Annihilation of all defences Pervasive chthonian fears Total collapse of all the senses As the living chaos reappears Their minds conflagrated as their hearts are permeated By a phantasmal realization The winds of insanity lay waste upon humanity As they see they are the last generation Their minds conflagrated as their hearts are permeated Witnessing the final desecration The winds of insanity lay waste upon humanity As they see they are the last generation
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Above – the limitless welkin lies, unending Below – the mortals not seeing demise, impending Grim constellations tread the sky Their coruscations prophesy Caliginous, waiting, malevolent The sombre and hostile firmament Horrors from afar are bearers Of unheard of crawling terrors Above – the empyrean enemies dwell, their reign extending Below – the dying not hearing the knell of death crescending Strange and undwindling fulgent spheres Lanterns rekindling age-old fears Their purpose hidden in mystery Their path forbidden and yet will be Grim constellations tread the sky Their coruscations prophesy Caliginous, waiting, malevolent The sombre and hostile firmament Horrors from afar are bearers Of unheard of crawling terrors
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Behind accepted boundaries of all Known corporeal things I travelled through cascading vortices And depths on borrowed wings An unlit passage leading to a place Made long before our time began Where all perspectives are askew That wasn’t made for man There are vistas unlike any other Unmoving, yet flowing like waves And structures with intricate markings That wind in hideous shapes A pattern would suddenly open Display its meaning like a whole world Spinning, twisting and changing Rearranging constantly One view into that world of an ornament Of a rune of unfamiliar shapes Forced harrowing insights upon me That I wish I could efface A place where no one should venture That I wish never existed No words can describe the sick grandeur Of its delirious majesty Heedless, onward, where man should not go Over immensities that only they can know Into the distant gulfs where stars disappear Whisper to the darkness and the darkness may hear Drawn into that lambent, shifting, strange And undulating ornament I shudder the moment that I grasp What it’s carved to represent If only I had known the things that waited there What I at last would find It is terrifying to be seen By the screaming blind Everything around me is writhing Not even the mountains are still There is twisting wherever I look Like a myriad crawling worms Then from out the meandering landscape Tread the true denizens of this world Entities hinted at in writings Concealed in the foulest crypts An amorphous entropy twitching Enveloped in discordant tunes Enthroned at the center of disorder A living atrocity A despicable conscious cloud Surrounded by its progeny A countless slithering mass With the scent of an open grave Heedless, onward, where man should not go Over immensities that only they can know Into the distant gulfs where stars disappear Whisper to the darkness and the darkness may hear
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
In the blackness everlasting under The storming and furious brine A dire cyclopean wonder The palace of the great malign Protecting inert, quiescent powers The mausoleum is drowned The greatest monument towers In a watery burial ground Crumbling for ages, but still it remains The sepulchre with its cadaver in chains Time-eaten, mouldering architrave Adorning the sunken abysmal grave Weed-covered friezes adorn the façade Oblique caryatids surrounding the god Cracking, twisted sculptures portraying A pantheon’s ruler set free Mountainous colonnades, decaying Ruins of supremacy Frenzied oracles in pneuma foretelling The ascent from fathomless gloom The divine corpse rouses from his dwelling With his stony, rotten tomb A necropolis, solemn, preserving his breath A towering column, commemorating his death Crumbling for ages, but still it remains The sepulchre with its cadaver in chains Time-eaten, mouldering architrave Adorning the sunken abysmal grave Weed-covered friezes adorn the façade Oblique caryatids surrounding the god
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
An ice cold shine falls in the dale On bloodied rocks it gleams The piercing light is sickly pale Malignantly it streams Creatures patternlessly twist They bathe in murky light And viscous, dank, miasmal mist Under antediluvian might The distant orb spills out its shine With ever changeless mien The glow falls pallid on their shrine Indifferent to the scene On blood, on stone, on rites of yore On worshipers below Uncaring beams that they adore A chill, unwholesome glow Enchanted, lowly entities Look up to find their grace A staring eye that never sees A heedless, barren face
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Nightfall of our fate One day, when the stars are right Nightmare gods destroy the gate Plunging life into an endless night When their sunken tomb ascends Breaks the surface of the sea Then the rule of mankind ends Blotted out from history Cryptic words on death and sleep Speak of him of ancient race Within boundaries that keep Him, the spawn of nameless space Trapped in primal mystery Hindered by the liquid gate Clawing at our sanity Lies the dead one still in wait Waking to ascend He will blast our faculties More than we can comprehend Dormant lies beneath the murky seas Our sciolistic isle Shall be sunken in the black Seas of the opaque and vile Knowledge gained when they come back He, the dreaming stellar beast Imprisoned on the ocean floor In the end will released Rising far from any shore Trapped in primal mystery Hindered by the liquid gate Clawing at our sanity Lies the dead one still in wait
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Incandescent torment of all living things’ perception Sickly visions dark beyond humanity’s conception Monumental raging onslaught met with no resistance Talons poised to rip the very fabric of existence It’s the ending, final rending Of a torpor, aeon-long Set in motion when the ocean Sounded a forbidden song Rites completed, life defeated At the edges of its span Seals were broken, now the woken Starts the holocaust of man Heavens roar and waters boil Fires scorch the fertile soil The end of all humanity Celestial calamity Hail the impure! A species blissfully benighted Will breathe no more Withering, helpless, blighted Facing the end An end that was always waiting It’s unreverend To die at the hands of the hating Shadows made of flesh, grotesque beyond imagination Ululate a jarring and cacophonous laudation Carnage growing measureless as they are celebrating The wondrous, lightless kingdom that their sovereign’s creating The moribund and obsolete Will shrivel when at last they meet The unrelenting gods of old And see true darkness isn’t cold Nothing mortal will endure Just enter into the obscure All tellurian life is drained When The Great Dread is unchained It’s the ending, final rending Of a time of ignorance Sights upturning all their learning Of the cosmos’ vast expanse Now begetting his besetting Wild, abhorrent progeny He’s arisen, left his prison Animated majesty Cultures crushed, creation slain It begins his undead reign A ruinous profanity Celestial calamity Hail the impure! A species blissfully benighted Will breathe no more Withering, helpless, blighted Facing the end An end that was always waiting It’s unreverend To die at the hands of the hating Hail the impure! A species blissfully benighted Will breathe no more Withering, helpless, blighted Hail the unbound! A shrouded species is returning Darkness is crowned And the world is finally burning
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026