Resacralize The Unknown

A gathering of the greatest minds, adept to solve the mysteries beyond our visible universe A will to harness the hidden powers to possess the secrets to creation of forces formerly unseen To unleash secrets once unknown... in hopes they doesn't swallow us all To give birth to the sun - Ignite the light of the gods To give birth to the sun - Incinerate flesh and bone The fate of man lies at the mercy of the resentment built in minds of our species Value of lessons of showing absolute might - the will to give birth to the sun Living in the shadow of possibilities, in fear of the divine end In hands of man - the absolute might - lies the will to give birth to the sun

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Monuments of bygone faith. The last of the elderly embrace in familiar forms The eyes on the fading altarpiece overlook a desolate hall. This place is the true tombstone of christianity Quiet, cold, vacant halls: this is the monument, the tombstone of christianity Mercenaries of dead religion: the harlots of our times. Bargains and arrangements of whoredom Unable to gather a congregation even with this idolatry. This is the true tombstone of christianity

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Many men were consumed, devoured inside by emptiness of the journey Loathing this torment, yearning for the afterlife Timidly looking back, disappointed with themselves We seek no afterlife - We crave only the shadows of this world. Walk the path to the doom! Triumphant even in this bleakness. Content to return without hesitation If it's a sign of drained of knowledge, this curse fills us with joy

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

In hopes of advancement men build the foundations of dream worlds Deluded by potential of the flesh, ignoring prevailing genetic shortcomings This is our cross to bear, the existential struggle after disillusionment After centuries of going through tomes of wisdom All is covered in the dust of history and tribal sand In days when the last man has fallen to the equivalent of tamed beast Renew the process, ..but why? For this re-enactement to be played through... once again? Our cross to bear is the weight of knowledge of the hopelessness of man They see us as an illness, as madness and we carry this as the lightest of burdens We've seen the material: The decadence devoid of divine spark It's neither pity nor grudge we feel as their empty eyes stare back Resembling degraded animal instincts - The absolute baseline - so distant to us Where man as a whole is bound to return. Always to return and return...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

In the times of learning that one of their kind had presented attributes undesired, the crowd scorned the possibility of redemption a threat to their set path of keeping on crawling Bring me the head of king of judea! They are content only with his proven death Bring me the head of king of judea, to display before the roaring crowd! External dominator is their only true god, the enabler of slavery and bringer of oppression For this, they will kneel. Due this, they will weep, but the alternative route would be worse Bring me, bring me the head! Bring me the head of king of judea! Bring me, bring me the symbol. Bring me the symbol chose ones desire.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

In the face of its hostility, they caved. Skeletal men and their staved cattle From endless black days and nights, in hopes of light appearing again The vast might of its indifference keeps men on the border of life and death Sacrifices and angst before the vast unknown; In front of it, we have no meaning Our place is marked by starvation and cold, our chances are either frozen or burned. Re-sacralize the unknown - our servitude to powers before which men can only kneel

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Nothing within or beyond us is self-sufficient. Hence, our souls trembled with happiness after the cleansing All eternity was needed to produce this one event and in this single moment of affirmation, all eternity was justified In this tragedy we can see beauty, despite everything and in the walk from terror, it is obsolete to seek refuge All eternity was needed to produce this one event and in this single moment of affirmation, all eternity was redeemed They watch us as if we were insane, unable to sense the qualities of man cultivated within us for centuries And yes! Those we have indeed left behind! The negation of a spark, the suffocation of renewal - replaced by the tragedy where they both will thrive Volunteers , barely with any hope - at the mercy of cluelessness and ramifications Like a man bound in chaos. And yes! Nevertheless, we sharpen our blades The negation of a spark and the suffocation of renewal are replaced by tragedy where they both will thrive

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025