The Shit ov God
O captain! My captain! Your fearful trip is done Raise anchor and sail ahead When hope is long forgotten And the cycle's end prevails Behold, gravity consuming every light Like a snake devouring its tail Oh, mighty night I'm wed to you in lust In Plutonian victory To drown the svn in wine O captain! My captain! Your fearful trip is done Raise anchor and sail ahead Behold thee, this flower immortal That dares to bloom in hell 'Tis not the prophecy But a promise ov the end Unholy night I'm wed to you in lust In Plutonian victory To drown the svn in wine All shudder in fear As Fimbulwinter brings grave cold Stricken awe by untroddеn umbra Where no light dwellеd, nor god!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
אַבְרקדבְרה אַבְרקדבְרה אַבְרקדבְרה אַבְרקדבְרה Can you feel this bleeding, caustic dark And the faded moons hiding behind the masks Ov opaque and boreal, obsidian nights? Can you remember those dismal dawns Which beckoned lifeless dusks? Translucency ov thy halo Swirls ov angelic ash The horrors torture and I am them Eyes that judge and stare In the garden ov earthly horror Am I unaware I am aware? Can you remember the diluvial rains And the tears ov a grieving earth? Solemn as stone Deafening crescendo ov my pain The horrors torture and we are them Eyes that judge and stare In the garden ov earthly horror Am I aware I am unaware? אַבְרקדבְרה אַבְרקדבְרה אַבְרקדבְרה אַבְרקדבְרה The horrors torture and I am them Eyes that judge and stare In the garden ov earthly horror Am I unaware I am aware?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
Art thou providence and grace? That cometh ov Michael's sword? Art thou what they sayest thou art... Art thou the lord? Art thou the warden to my sleep? The truth neither bought nor sold? Art thou what thou sayest thou art? Art thou the lord? מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין Take mine eyes and let me see Take my hand and ad plus ultra-lead Take my voice and hear me speak Take my love and let it bleed Thou art the will that shall not break Thou art he who did Yahweh forsake Thou art the sun I traverse toward Praise thee o lord! Thou art the impetus and terminus ov history In thee the logos speaks to me Thou art the only light our own Thou art the omen ov dusk and dawn מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין Take mine eyes and let me see Take my hand and ad plus ultra-lead Take my voice and hear me speak Take my love and let it bleed מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין ’Tis not a nail This is my sin
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
Come hither, oh, mortal man Ye faint-hearted marionettes Is it de trop for thine eyes to discern? Is it too much for thine ears to bear? Oh, how I yearned for my revival Being ever born anew So, I could tear this matrix asunder Daring to stray worlds away from you For I am the last living god Herald ov godless rebirth I skulk among thee in prodigious silence I wear your skins and know your guts I preach not peace but carnality and violence Woe and shame to you all For I am the last living god Herald ov godless rebirth And all must comе to dust All must burn to ash Now fly, fly, my dread vultures, fly Down to mass graves and vaults Keep watch, watch, watch thy sleeplеss eyes Lest ye lose the course
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026