Purgatory of Flesh Bizarre
A deal struck, the wicked fey Trapped in briar, root decay Whipping twig and snaring bramble Circled stupor, earthen temple Wickerwork holocaust Sacrifice to all knowing frost Hecatomb, a towering pyre Sentinel to pagan fire Foul semen, heir to evil Move in trance, over flame Virgins dance, for Cernunno’s seed Enticing visions, copulation Sacred grove, phallic shrine Maw obscured, viscous vines Harvest plead, Master’s deed A testament, to pagan sky Dripping life voids wanton of seed! Poison haze, mushroom tip Primordial visions, ancient trip Horned pest, incubus apparition Pain as evil sperm erupts Unearthly visitation O, how we are plagued by wisdom! And the purifying fire, does teach us still These are the fires, burning our way These are the fires that light this night! Lord of Shadows, start the hunt Rip the evil spawn from the witch’s hole before it can possess her
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Up from earth's center Through the seventh gate The luckless mold in which man was set Then to the lip, of this poor earthen urn I lean'd, for secrets to learn And lip to lip it murmur'd “While you live, drink! For once dead, you never shall return” Shining through dusk, an angel shape Bearing a vessel, the grape of life “Drink! Before we descend into dust The leaves of life falling, one by one” We become a mere murmur in obscurity Maddened by the desperate sullen pitch Waking sun, scattered into sky Stars dispersed into the field of night In twilight hour I fade with the sun Waiting for that silver moon, and nights black embrace The sun! captured in a lantern, held Rendered my sight, invisible Yet, as I turn my eyes to the visible Transcendence beyond the peripheral Asmodeus, Foretold - Last epitaph
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Cracked wood, embers fly Visions swaying, mesmer eyes The wall that once was high Beyond the shielded mage Beyond the reach of trees The silence at hand Stifled moments, on burning wings Embers flying higher Flickered visions, through watered eyes Alienated, severed ties BLOOD, ROOTS, BLOOM, FOREVER! SKYCLAD RETURN Isolated, on burning wings Embers flying higher Thorned gates, limbonic doom Dragged beneath, an earthen tomb BLOOD, ROOTS, BLOOM, FOREVER! Faces in trees, faces in stone, birds fear to perch Ethereal grove, engulfed in thorns Dragged beneath THE HURST A charnel vault of primordial bone Currents beneath, reveals the stone of yore My lifeblood, dead, blooming forever Currents beneath, reveals the stone of yore Charnel chants, cryptic, understood, absorbed, enriched, revealing stone of yore Dancing in the sky, on burning wings of fire, blood drips backwards, merging with the shadows SKYCLAD RETURN
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Illuminated in long light Flesh discarded, willows bow Every gesture, filled with longing In solitude, enthroned The seasons’ march has halted Called back to the past Vacuum, of time reliving Caressing womb, clouds of mystery Wandering blind, dreaming in pain Through the avian eye prophecy spoke Croaken call Decaying bones dead, yet crawling with life Delusion beneath the fading light Among the cold gaze, of statues Wounded laughter, luminous no longer Now lost and aloof, in a cryptic vial of tears Dense vivid sight, of loss and ill omen Through watery lens, caught in grey expanse of the raven’s eye Nightly garden visitation, floating against the current Poison barb, dying by my own hand Each cryptic evening a delusion Of loss and ill omen Through watery lens, caught in grey expanse of the raven’s eye
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Face to face with a corpse, eminence of suffering A macabre reminder, Memento Mori Prayer reduced to a whisper, I must guard them nightly I see the candle flicker, somebody else is here! Let the saint lie, is that a gleaming eye? Let them rest! Curse you thieves! Do you not fear hell? “May you dream of the devil and wake in fright” Ghastly wounds, intoxicate my eyes Explain this miraculum, it must be trickery! The body preserved! Face masked in wax, odor of sanctity remains In the grip of superstition, unholy need to venerate Blood drips backwards, into stigmata wounds Funereal obsession, Possession Absurd Serpent coiled around neck Now you shall speak no more Vengeance, the sign, the sinister omen Moonshine the way, to the ritual “We are all here” In the grip of superstition, unholy need to venerate Blood drips backwards, into stigmata wounds Funereal Obsession, Possession Absurd I ignored the omens of danger, I saw visions I am now living out Claim my soul and rid me of this curse before I meet my doom Blood drips backwards, into stigmata wounds Funereal Obsession, Possession Absurd
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Total heathen barbarism, to tame an ancient land Nights of fury, blood and thunder The outlier dominates, in the hyperborean wastes Lust for power, beacon of defiance The harbinger of doom, heralds the end The outlier - keeps living The vulture soars above like a black cloud of doom Frozen breath hangs in the air Marching on through endless nights Where hope dies, before dawn ever comes Shattered swords of time, point towards extinction Swallowed by the white abyss, Gleaming eyes in a frozen white desert The outlier - keeps living The vulture soars above like a black cloud of doom Total Eclipse Beyond the north winds The winter war rages on, grit of teeth and gnashing death Barbaric mayhem frozen minds, fiery onslaught in the deep freeze Pounding hooves crush skulls to dust, scavenger waiting in the wings To feast upon the carrion, beyond the sun's relentless dominion Swallowed by the white abyss Gleaming eyes in a frozen white desert The outlier - keeps living The vulture soars above like a black cloud of doom Total Eclipse Grasping at a dying sun’s rays
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The hourglass is broken, cracked in two Time reduced to a memory Each grain slips through a boney fingered hand A stoic understanding of the fast-coming end Waiting for the signal, like a flash in the black A new path revealed, while those wallow in their self-made doom Sailing dying seas, the stars have names, a familiar drowning call Heed the master’s call Second sight, soothsayer On malignant ashen slopes, heed the master’s call! Face the starless path, wielding the flame, captain at the helm Riding burning winds, over uncharted sea The accursed shore awaits, prevail or succumb to a crown weighted halo Heed the master’s call Eyes of a spirit, my own apparition On malignant ashen slopes, heed the master’s call “From the weeping ground sprang a wind, flaming with vermillion light”
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Lured into labyrinth Magnetic, draws down the moon Seduced by towering megalith The three, float against doom In the timeless plane, the pendulum standing still Mystic, aura, hypnotic dance in the void Shedding of the skin, betwixt lithic maze Suspended, telepathic, the Three, speak to the past To the mystery of death, swansong echoes in space The wheel, turning, cast away earthly chains A stranger, yet welcomed, by death, life’s ideal The wheel, still turning, cast away earthly chains! Through vile seething flames, appears the apparition Maiden, Moon Mother, Crone, the guides for transformation Rebirth beyond the end, baying of ghostly beauty Trifold journey to the lunar womb, the dawn of possession Lunar rapture, moonfire return On the ley, shared visions, moon’s wisdom The three Norns, the three Moirai Weaving the fate of man and gods alike Maiden - Mother - Crone The pulse through the trees, visions over ley, Currents through the stones, speaking through the ether Weeping mother, thrice blessed Cosmic divinity absorbed
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026