The Gates of Oblivion

Fiery the angels fell... deep thunder roared around their shores... burning... with the fires of Orc"... (Roy Batty, Blade Runner)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I'm waiting through the darkness to discern the terror it will be the moment when you'll pay for everything run, run away, stupid bastard, prepare yourself to live, my show of death... I'll be light...witness of the event I'll be fire...which spread live, while from my mouth: "...Look, look at the flames, this is my hell... ...hear the shouts of the cowards... they've lived as heroes, they will die as sinners..." Breathe the dense air of a last premonition this will be the moment you understand your errors asking forgiveness among screams and desperation now it is too late already the lights are on They are burning, wrapped in my creation! Burn, burn with me... You can call me mad, this may seem insane... All I want is my pain to vanish into the flames, or don't say anything, you've only a few seconds to reflect in only one last breath!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

The beast is coming, nothing can stop it it devours and destroys, tracing death has travelled through time always with us invisible and deadly, is a part of us... A sinister premonition, as in a mirror, you look into your eyes but your eyes don't look back... The last wave of grey silence killing shadows on cross of blood while my body's walking (screaming) dying water walk with us... It's like a roar, a divine collision, the earth breaks open, breath vanishes the worst of nightmares the skin that burns, fleeing angels as from themselves... Through persecution of the being until symbiosis with light the conscience of earth-children is troubled but from their hands only pain... The human flame isn't lit for long but sun is dry for whoever possesses The weeping mother, the infinity is spent just a desert, a new dwelling place. The beast is alive, is hungry for slaves, raging murder, crushes onto us or maybe it is us in constant descent it's our journey, its aim, nothing! "Affoga la furia nelle acque lungo il cammino della decadenza trasformando in omicida il volto del tuo ego accettando la mano di una pallida morte...."

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Just an episode... The name of a divine breath, the throbbing lack of warmth Which vein could contain my flows of hatred? I've hunted until now, an imaginary prey I've searched perseverance for interior shock It’s the warmth of a word, the rain of identity lost How can I feed my feeble existence? The borders of an episode Are means of a collective madness Running in time I can’t define them The borders of an episode Suffocate me like prey All that time wraps with endless energy Subjective duration of an instant, life And it is feeling the importance of a light dream That I have swallowed the threshold of evil, a detachment

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I have heard the cries of the dead I have killed them! Now they are here, in front of me There is the smell of delirium I feel the purple wind that burns my face I am the guilty one! They are here, in front of me I hear my blows on the cold stone They are not conscious, I am they, I am in them, I feel it... oh, I feel it I was wrong, I am the question, not they - It is I Most of the time I let go Lacking words to hold onto My thoughts remain so misty They draw vague and evil shapes, and than subside At once I forget them... Instinct They seek me and they find me, they enter my dreams I have killed them! Now they are here, in front of me They reclaim their existence They make my nightmares real I am the guilty one! They are here, in front of me With a breath I discover their names The cadavers hound me, once again, once again It is I who killed them

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Step in our footprints don't think about the mist Close your eyes and follow our voices Let your soul be your guide Don't be afraid, everything now is distant We'll be your guide to enter the kingdom of the dead In the silence - my shout dies in my chest Death and fear - are my only companions I am suffocated - by so much desolation Anger and pain - all I want is to forget This earthly life, growing hypocrisy Lacerating wounds, the rest is gone I can't escape this prison made of holograms. Maybe the end? Crossing the boundaries of oblivion, drinking your nectar, Still an ending? Seethes the blood of the souls, waiting your call Turning my gaze beyond the moon To immortalize ONE... LAST... FRAME ... follow our voices... I'll be river, I, Oblivion In the terror - unconscious explodes Cold and sickness - my only friends I am disappearing - in resignation Bodies and cries - all I want is to forget Value of the material, the fall of being An empire of appearance, the rest is gone Souls of the damned are wandering on your banks Beguiled by your flow, Lethe And faces are confused, like knowledge with darkness

In almost tangible sadness I prepare to taste reality Words are like flint, so heavy with mean hypocrisy I can't accept all this, this paltry stupidity Ignorance and egoism, the coldness of the spirit I'm still suffering for he who can't explain All the terror that his purity has inhaled Run away child, without looking back From this drug made of colors Blindness running at my side Hands of lies I feel ONE... LAST... BREATH It's the truth that succumbs To the hands of lies And I see, in the absence of an opinion, the death of values An ineptitude which takes its form from falseness Spat out with pride Personal reflections grow, tracing the words of others all this just for ourselves, playing both sides, if needed. Desperation... Disgust... Is what my conscience spews out

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

What rips the flesh and lacerates the heart? Drains the veins of blood and all humanity? Gives new life to the livid blue flesh? Winter comes and outside everything turns to stone Inside a machine of scissors, scalpels, needles and eyes, Redefines the borders of emptiness But let me know that this could be an improvement Fuck the flesh with a scream of steel Until the beast inside is licking my Green thin sharpened hands Praying mantis - we are only pain What makes the senses sleep so much. To enjoy only the architecture of a victory? Or it’s only the senses of opportunity, To make blind, deaf and dumb? So as not to see the blood And not to hear the shot When finally you pull the trigger And in the mire there is an angel? Whatever rips again, re-fills us with days? With words unsaid and actions undone? Re-fills us again with sense and with blood? Summer comes and and burns that which is arid The stone shouts incandescent and the skin withers Outside the machine of scissors, scalpels, needles and eyes, Redefines the borders of emptiness But let me believe that this could be an improvement, again

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The maniacal self-conviction of the multitude Is carrying me to moral isolation Praise be to indifference Which now remains the only way out Thousands of bodies Called on parade Unaware of having given The personal reality Let the call become yourself Inside a ruling emptiness Which beats the bass-drum The ideal is utopia This regret is real There’s a voice in my sleep... Like a cry of a silent dream... In this way colours and shapes irritate Making everything flow into a wearing surrender It is like an implosion of fear With the mask of tranquility Now everything is still And moving among parent statues Is more and more difficult

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?