Coram Lethe
Album • 2018
This track is instrumental.
The smell of hot tar The metallic taste of unclotted blood Sticks on your skin We arc sent like animals to slaughter Matter that crumbles The essence of things Codes, numbers, symbols Redemption and faith The cancer of the Earth Cold as ice Close to Orion's Belt, Stop time and space And behold infinity This is not the best of all possible worlds Individual anachronism Psychological terrorism Founded on beliefs This is not the best of all possible worlds My state of mind is one of absence Close to Orion's Belt, Stop time and space And behold infinity This is not the best of all possible worlds Individual anachronism Psychological terrorism Founded on beliefs This is not the best of all possible worlds My state of mind is one of absence
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
I see your souls lined up Along the sacred shores Unclad, pale Grey faces marked by suffering Angels dressed in black Encircle the procession They drive the flock, like herding dogs The longing for earthly life Infinite anguish Joys and hopes, useless faith Dependencies in tenuous balance Food for Nothingness The purple sky lends atmosphere Artificial lights, omens A pall of smoke reproduces shadows Pall of smoke reproduces shadows The smell of incense fills the air, And prepares the meal for oblivion Survival instinct, the God within Possession The warmth of an earned place Food for Nothingness The master of the occult Smokes opium and denies God The longing for earthly life Infinite anguish Joys and hopes, useless faith Dependencies in tenuous balance The warmth of an earned place Food for nothingness
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
Where are you leading man? Modern man, religious man, occidental man Do you believe this to be the essence of life? You feign confidence, wellbeing, happiness Palaces built on quicksand. And you know it But you don't give up Modernity, democracy, lies, Where are you leading man? Wouldn't it have been better had you not been born Traveling a long road with no aim Your passage leaves nothing but a negative trace Wouldn't it have been better had you not been born? Unchanging generations, Foolish pastimes before burial, Deprive our children of a future Deprive our children of a future They will deny to our grandchildren Your nature is this punishment: war! But is this your purpose? Are you sure? Modernity, democracy, lies, Where arc you leading man? Wouldn't it have been better had you not been born? Traveling a long road with no aim Your passage leaves nothing but a negative trace Wouldn't it have been better had you not been born? There is no more contact with your own self, No contact with the real world, Nature exists no more in your mind Or it was never there
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
An astral ascent Sinks into your buried dream of desperation, Scourged by hatred, Reduced to madness, Now you are reborn into existence Remember, Life is only a play on disturbed words, Learn from the past And be patient with yourself Interpret my signal Don't kill yourself with darkness Let my shadow follow you Changes intensified the soul To the point that they let it die, Senses fade away, you no longer live, Turn to hope to find a solution, Death and suicide are revealed, Separating the awareness of the mind, But hearts will unite And you will leave this hell inside Dive again into the night and close your eyes Until you retrieve your world in Some corner of your mind, Immerse yourself in my light and close your eyes Until you retrieve your dark in Some comer of this World Changes intensified the soul To the point that they let it die, Senses fade away, you no longer live, Turn to hope to find a solution, Death and suicide arc revealed
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Bourgeois illusion, apparent wellbeing, pretense The wellbeing of the few Enhances the discomfort of the many, Meanwhile, inequality increases In the fog with no paths, no strategies, no ideas... Stupid words stop Unbridgeable gaps are fields where useless words Are sown and will never sprout Where is democracy? When voters suffer and their representatives rejoice And thoughts run off, Lost in artfully created mazes, Pain represents pained representatives Never immortal, never fulfilled You arc finite and you have always known it Give it all up, you are weak by nature And desperate by temperament Religion, politics, education Useless time wasters for populations Without humans The limitless human mind with no barriers Relies on feeble eyes to find its way It's time to give up your illusions And thoughts run off, Lost in artfully created mazes Pain represents pained representatives
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
Do not judge me for what I do, I have a heritage of black holes To glean from and metabolize But I have a unique, non-reproducible solution I would like my body to be made of "Antimateria". Achieving the connection between heaven and Earth, In a desperate need of inner peace, No ghosts, no visions Put prejudice aside, I only have inner; processes to expiate Divination as the only answer Now I look straight at myself I have fallen so low That I cannot even hate myself A light from the deep."Antimateria". Do not judge me for what I am I have had to bend to a bitter descent My ego is below zero I would like my body to be made of "Antimateria". Achieving the connection between heaven and Earth, In a desperate need of inner peace Put prejudice aside, I only have inner processes to expiate Divination as the only answer Now I look straight at myself I have fallen so low That I cannot even hate myself A light from the deep My body is made of "Antimateria".
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
I saw my death mirrored in the glass All is so clear that I can see beyond infinity Inside, an unusual dimension takes hold of me An ambiguous space surrounds me Transforming me into matter And multiplying my thoughts This shore is a jungle submerged in water And all that I have done And that I will keep on doing No matter where I have been and where I will be Without regrets I rise from the horror of reopened wounds In the mystical circle, devouring my soul; To scream at the sky that I still exist And can rise again In doubt of obviating The chaos of primordial survival To rise again
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
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