Echoes Of Dreariness
The vision of blinded prophets fulfills in dark inebriation a blood written apostil inside the book of living throughout until the end of echos of the ailing never cease along the path of pale skulls dead Those who walk in the shadows of human existence who praise the plagues and carnal decadence who have fallen just to rise in affliction only death may dignify their earthly sins Always forwards along eternity's louring road black robed silhouettes masked in blood a sinner's march through discarnate aeons to taste the knout's prickling scourging Cowls do veil skeletal grimaces beyond fornication hidden risen in own torture by horrid voracity ridden vilified, disguised like wolves amongst sheeps hallowing death, the majesty of execution In damnation conjoined with rattling chains to repent at the tribunal of the dead they bear the life, slumbering inside an osseous coffin onwards to the cemetery of the tides
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Trapped between spheres that separate light and darkness the weight of sins does burden fallen souls twice as hard gliding along the path to perdition through fire and sulphur, ripping apostate hearts apart Guarded by the apostles of deliverance like a soul's yell that embraces eternity's glare the scale of sins that thrones upon a pile of skulls has to judge the value of your salvation bare Pale sunken cheekbones flash below haggled rags the judges of hell hold a meeting in fiery catacombs and once a sinner has solved the enigma in the darkness his penitent soul may enter their realm of sullen tombs All doubts being drowned in eternal shadows inside that hotbed of sin of doomed souls where fallen angels rise as kings of retribution after godfather death has forced it's carnal toll Under the spell of the one, lord of shadows they judge and enforce all mortal sinner's debts who are strapped on the scaffold of fleshly existence expecting in awe the judgement of the dead
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
The dark of night bears witness and devours those who resist it's sepulchral charm when forlorn graves do rise as a storm of evil from the womb of earth preserving death eternal The blood of mortals does cringe morbidly enthralled by illusive damnation born to rip putrescent cadavers open when heretic angels of debauchery blacken the horizon spreading plagues infernal In that hoard of hollow coffins throning amongst delusive shadow veils tearstained with blood of the doomed a sureal place persists inside the haze of the dead emblazed by just the dark side of the moon There on the abattoir of the dark gods where pale souls pray for only death the fugacity of entity got hold of all mortal shapes torn by carnal desires to resurrect godlike from the acre of earthly deliverance unburdened from sin Spectral wraiths that shaped the formless chaos gather all those last humanity relics from the twilight zone of fleshly being when at the end just the allegory of shadows and vacant graves tacitly echoes through eternity
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Within moisty tombs where time has lost any bearing a reflection of itself sunken in perpetuity those dark shadows that devour the human intellect are doomed to deliver the scourge of deity The mirror image of their vanity is throwing sombre shades upon the nonentity that will remain in the end when carnal lies do burst apart like cullets of the broken mirror of divine existence Within those walls painted dark with blood incarnated a graven image thrones to pay homage to a lost cult occult like torn out tongues that taunted names sacred dusty bones are dignified piled up within the darkness cold Light suffocates so dismal there in solitude inside this abstruse temple of corpse juices choked to death by defiled miasma of the rotting like withered salvation by putrid pest bruises Here lost in darkness and bonded to the curse of caducity holiness and hypocrisy are desperatly writhing in the arms of fate like all those false prophets enslaved by the soul collector if they have to stare into the mirror of louring death
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Altars of human bones do absord the wail of 1000 hallowed torments to be suffered holy blood vaporized to black caustic reck when it stains sanctified crosses of the lord Goatish nuns with eyeballs inwards turned sanctimoniously do chant enochian spells from the book of death summoning an ancient legion of sumerian demons who ascend from abyssic pits to wallow in their blasphemy An unnamed evil spreads it's dark wings all over heaven emerging from a stream that burns with sulphur and fire hordes of abominable creatures stigmatized by the one defile all unfortunate ones by their doom Necromorph cadavers unleashed by the carm of caducity feeding the epiphany Ammit with moribund sinner hearts corpse perfume infolds all the incarnated saints of hell as she gorily feasts on the dead's torn flesh A sanguineous sepulcral moon rises with cold iron glow as Nergal spreads his sulphur deliverance the apostle of purgatory and unholy purifier from Thoth's shadows descending, rides the swaths of evil death Demonized dirges praise the lord of the lost in the glare of churches brightly ablazing in flames goatified sodomized headless nuns esctatically worship the hell's messiah who ascends from fires on a corpse towed chariot to subdue death
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
The extreme unction receiving wasting away in the countenance of salvation cold pale flesh, putrid rotting holy carrion branded by black death Joyless and pallid is the hope's bleak glimmer fright, the humans soul's robe buried inside a sea of rotten corpses dwelling in heretic ecstasy Forlorn inside the life devouring pit that stigmatizes souls so pure alive dying, engulfed by immortality in the bondage of black death Arise from decease to fall deeper into own anguish crawling amongst corpses putrescent pestilential bones crooked by faith's rampant misery to set death's kingdoms reign Hallow the light to escape the divine conviction that somber affliction god has sent writhing with awe by their sinister fate faint penitents to suffer mankind's sins
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Buried, buried alive caged inside the coffin's obscurity into void pitch black I gaze within the shades of human fear an evil soul devoured by an evil heart bowed down with sorrow I thirst for anguish that all earthly torments turn into a fleshly hunger when I dare to fall into the fiery pit of madness lunar eclipses hallow the apostle of light engulfing darkness why cannot those mortal voices become silent even here below six feet under they uproar like an echo of dreariness when my embittered spirit ingresses their feeble minds oh how I desperately try to escape this forlorn grave enshrouded in black, blazing in non-empathic iciness left alone in this deadness, tortured by visions dark if not the burning hunger would extinct the mortal desire I would repose eternally within this paradisal hell serf on that craving for raw gory carrion condemned to feast in blood as carnivorous descendant of doom ulteriorly sucking the life of the unknowing living while I swallow up piece by piece of my own the immortality of my dreams and visions outlasts eternal locked inside the insanity's cage
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026