To Venomous Depths

Arise, O fires of dissolution. Hold high the torch, for an omen is born. Sing loud our praise to ethereal sleep. Cut deep the veins of a waning world. I hear its croon. Your death breeds in me. Can you hear the hum of a thousand flies? Sharp is the blade that reaps the womb of life. By thy grace we pierce each heart. Just one bite won't tame the hungry sons of wolves. Bask in the heat of the ghastly pyre. Dance in the eye of Leviathan's storm. No light will shine where the wicked dwell. So I tread this path of no return. Rejoicing now in the sea of madness, upon violent winds I ride. An endless voyage neath depths forsaken, where the infernal treasures hide. We gaze upon the fields of mourning, where the men of Abel fell from grace. Behold the holy water churning, as the tree of life is set ablaze. I feel its curse, her blood bleeds in me. I taste the cunt of the scarlet whore. Frail is the hand that guides us towards the light. By thy grace we sear these chains. Just one look won't soothe the piercing eyes of snakes.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

The storm of chaos riding near, upon the winds of woe. For its desires dark and vast, and its reaping ever slow. And in its touch you feel the yearning sense to return to a time when all was nothing, and nothing was all. As the cold winds blow, my spirit sways. This shell of flesh that conceals, must burn within the black. As the earth becomes a charnel house, the final flood shall commence. Into the lake of fire, open now the gate. Welcome now the death of time, this end was made for you. And in the trail of ash you find the burning pain of truth. Now taste the grit and suffocate on remains nevermore. By the hand of Samael we fall into the great unknown. I've walked upon the path to nowhere - Only now to return. I bowed to none and spit on thee, God of light and restraint. Your walls of gold have turned to sand, filling the black desert's land. And in the dust of a dying world, I shall build my throne. Venture to the depths, the call of the untamed. The passage of the end calls my name.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Beyond the light of this world, dwelling in the fields of Nod - Lies a place behind the veil, for the hungry to see. Come forth, He who wanders. Reveal all that is locked. Tonight is the night that marks the first hunt. The night is a womb, and I am her child. Obsessed with the death that flows from the wild. Granted the key, but search I must - For the final gate. And just beyond sight, shines a light from the crack. But the shadow it casts swallows all who stare back. And deep in the chasm dwells the ancient flame that burns within us all. But few shall carry the torch that speaks its tale. Tempter from the other side who haunts my dreams, now move through me, so the forbidden fruit may fall. And I shall heed your call.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

In the dwelling twilight where thy fires burn, we call upon the end. Ghostly howls of death's delight. Ascending, we become one. In your many arms I bleed. With the ash of olden times we forge the way. Blessed be the burning one. For in her lies the key. On withered backbones lie earthly truths, that crumble in thy hand. To hallowed ground where the self must die, for the new to be reborn. Exalted one, of storm and wind. By your haunting grace, my hunt begins. This elusive presence in the nightside mist, lures my soul with its poisonous kiss. And in the silence the dark one calls. Beneath her bloody feet the serpent crawls.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

To the black flame I dance the waltz of wonders. Yet certain is the path that led us here. Behold, tremble, at the primal beauty. Echoes beyond time ever near. The age old yearning beckons now. Timeless wisdom spreads its wings. I walk to what's beyond life's structured walls. To burn the one way path that steers us all. To the other...I go. Descend through the holes of time, To venomous depths. The coils of snakes unwind, As I follow. Shapeless shadows taking form. The nameless choir sings in tongues, Yet I hear their mantras clear. Vibrations from the north shake the lifeless air. I drift to the outermost borders, Leaving footprints in the ash of ancient fires. The nephilim now take my hand, the spectres of the deep. The swirling darkness takes me home through pathways of my dreams.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

It flows like the waters of abzu, with might so forceful in its grasp to strangle all of time. Drown in airless death, look beneath the sand to the nether...remember. The heat blinds my eyes, but nothing can stop the burning hunger for the other. In the absence of light, shines visions divine. Where none dare to seek is where the devil shall ride. This unending labyrinth, where truths seem to dwell, is where I shall wander. Walk among the coals which illuminate the path of the unknown. One of the night, a child of fire doomed to search - for the kingdom that was and will forever be above and below. Behold not what is lost, but what's forever burned on this infernal journey. In the absence of light, shines visions divine. Where none dare to seek is where the devil shall ride. In this unending labyrinth, where the sacred ash lies - My heart opens for thee. Granted light from the darkness bestowed. The night glows through the eyes of Cain. I am the salt in the wounds of the thorns. Through the winding path of the abyss, I find the trail of wolf's cum and witch's blood of which I was born. A seed that ignites the blackest flame with divine splendor.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

For it wasn't fear we felt that night. But our hearts swelled with admiration for the star of all stars, which burns beyond time. We fell to our knees in sorrow and joy. For the journey was over, but our calls were finally heard.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

They breed in shadows of the moon. Unlocking gateways in my mind. The ghosts that sing of Devils, their music so divine. The dark comes, as does my trance. Born of the witching hour. From forbidden shores I watch the frail earth that time devours. In the crevice of two worlds, I see no distant light. Nor the guiding hand that leads the fools from the treasures of the night. Who stands before me? O nameless ones - May your truths be many, and your impotence none. The hidden sphere that burns the heart, forged by the whores of Babylon - Bringer of god's lament, unveiling gnosis that is shunned. The deep red calls me now - Through its crimson eyes I see. I wander, but have found the one who lives through me. Father of desires, mother of all lusts - Pierce these eyes so I can see beyond. Within the swarming shadows live those who roam the void. Shapeless and unbound, cursed forevermore. What flows within me? O formless ones - Burn the illusion - All to none. As night falls, the spirit aligns. Drift on towards the hollow, The in-between of time. The ever burning flame, In the depths of yearning hearts. The revealer of truths concealed, A passage through the dark. The voice that calls seduces me To walk with fire, with the cursed ones.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025