Khavoid
khavoid (Lyrics: Austi in summer 2006) a radical beginning fulfilled by all disgust demasked putrid theorems clotted blood under porous skin decline seems to be just a question of time rise of the synthesis ascent towards undefined twilight spreaded depression at the path's peak a refusual campaign war of regress the slime to overcome …and did you fuckers think you were worth the pain? never resting the wanderer is taking over the darkest valley the lightest height senseless passion in time a blossom that's never gonna open …and the world is still the cause for all that pain
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Battles Of Modern Art (Lyrics: Hacky in January 2006) Possesed by the ecstacy of the extreme Destroying chapels of devotion Overwhelming addiction to dormancy The essential confusion of senses The endless hope of breakthrough Only hate and grim, for sober reality Impalpable in the glare of lunar Behind the times Mesmerized of ambient aeons Clandestine cognition Inspected through these empty eyes… … the inside of longing death. Limbonic lifetime Gathering aimless souls Raping their etherial illusions And releasing their imprisoned minds An apocalyptic moment wafts with a wet fear … through our rotten hands. A new aeon, a new blaze… We climb with an erection, to usurp your place . . .on the throne by the hills…
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Echo In The Empyrean (Lyrics: Hacky in March 2006) Dreaming in another reality…intoxicated Striping through the nightfall Hailing the wolves of demise Staring at the frostmoon Mighty reigning from above The inner blackheart of the soul Poisoned by grief and despair Without embracing solace The shape never vanishes Blackthorns in the engorged mind A deathtrip to a cosmic void Eclipsed by polarizing sorrow Huddled in the safety of intoxication Reveal the secrets of your creation Thou, the Blackheart, the kinglike epicentre of the universe The Echo in the empyrean Through their fall, thou rise above Being life and death, Hate and love!
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Beyond The Cosmic Forces (Lyrics: Hacky in summer 2005) Pure and clear landscapes Melancholy and wrath blaze up Pleasure and tranquillity Frozen hatred for men Abreption begins Subconscious becomes reality Clarity, …and wisdom? Stare into this realm Calming scenes inside your mind No scorn any more Desperately in need of her hand? No longer mesmerized Veracity reveals, no regrets Celestial cosmic force Pestilent old-growth forest Smouldering nature Toxic rain of resurfaced humans Drowning…. The old woman lost her elegance! Back to raw, majestic nature Kissing her, numb with grief… futile… Vast grim…. no encore!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Purifying Onset Of Winter (Lyrics: Hacky in autumn 2005) Spiritual essence Caused by excess ... and the glacial nature Initiated by woods ...and their morning dew …and this unbearable voice from inside Stunned of toxic substances Drunken of this sweet mountainside Tumulus, sourrounded by winds Draped in the cold nightsky Between the old tree's, We are wandering Impeled by the thorns of sorrow Illuminated on the glade ...by the rising wintermoon Trivial life, they cannot see They, the decadent vagary of nature, the cancer on earth Burned by this healing season … subtly toiled by our domain Misanthropic and purifying time …on this forlorn earth We linger alone in the abyssmal spiritworlds Awesome…
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Avant-garde (Lyrics: Reiner in May 2005) Sophisticated enchantments Of impressive abhorrence Created not for human ears Joyful eulogize annihilation And continuous ordeal Verbalized in deepest odium By a psyche beyond any idol From the end of the vortex A place devoid of concern The absurdist's elation Creeping keen on your deliberation Skulking in circles for the impiousness Assassinating all divine virtues With alluring somber momentum To relieve its voracious hunger for sin But though it feeds on beautiful souls The fatalities become enriched By sipping the potion of clarity From the unambiguous chalice of scorn Whenever their spirits get spoiled And as now the grave canopy unfolds Over your mental magnificence Imbibe the fiery draft from this goblet To amalgamate with the avant-garde The perverted cult of transgression
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025