In Charnel Lights
Shifting through spaces and ages A vast cosmic horror Concentrate in wonder Dance the skin anew As you descend the chasm Amongst obscure black flames entranced in incantation Serene graves and dimensions A shrine beneath configuration Of slumber black stone Afloat in the void Finality of eternity sworn The watcher – silent in wait Abyssal seer Scribe forbidden word Speak the unspeakable Infinite are the cosmic hollows In slumber exist those touched by his inscrutable light In their instability and ability to conjure Into the void the words in script – In profundum Dream of destruction of ages Shape a pyramid of pure mortal sin Reach for the blazing starve Cast thy flesh anew Becoming of the image coveted Give birth to universe anew As you scale the edifice Non-Euclidean spires frame landscapes Sprout interdimensional death
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 21, 2026
The Order of the Occultations Clad in robes of flame Through the centre of Astral Queen Sent forth the Chosen Three Into the portal of the Unknown Are absorbed the emanations Rendered into molecular streams Through means of mysticism Then stretched through time and space To meet their destination The Mystic Travel Ruler of the scorching waste PDZ III – Divination PDZ IV – Knowledge beyond the sun Solidified in time To immolate amid descent Two dead upon arrival Remains smoulder 'neath A merciless sun The last obsessed to erect infernal monuments To celebrate the epoch Burial beneath scalding stones Occult canonization The only sign of the Chosen Three Cairns on the soil of Mercury PDZ VII – Divination Knowledge from ancient Nahu PDZ VIII – Desecration Blood pours forth upon the earth
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Sigilborn in the black unknown Dry-hove from the lungs of precursors Upon the sign of omega Through crevices in continuum Arrives a kingdom of the chosen plagued Signal the skies to burn man free of his shackles Bloodlines begotten From loins of the great deceiver Release the fallen Prognatus de sigillum – you return Earth omega – sigilized by failure Crux inversus – all icons cast southward In charnel lights you will see a glimpse of his eyes Through sullen skies the wind whispers Poems of demise In charnel lights you will sacrifice Beneath the gleam of his eyes
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Scaffolds crumble and silence is broken As the colossus falls on wasted lands Tongues entombed in cast-iron sarcophagi Now unearthed drink filthy water from the ruins Ashes rained Where the colossi danced Upon earth Drowned beneath permanent snow The crippled beast lay down amongst the dying roots Obsolete, undignified, He is the colossus Stone skeletons of cities stand broken Wind ensembles for passing of life Reduced to fields of scavengers and dust Cold light of dawn scatters rats to their holes Rows after rows of waist-deep graves Dug by sweaty hands in frigid lands Bones upon bones in a crude effigy Are waiting for the cruellest of springs to arrive And I will show you something different I will show you fear in a handful of dust. Scaffolds crumble and silence is broken As the colossus falls on wasted lands Tongues entombed in cast-iron sarcophagi Now unearthed lap up filthy water from the ruins The crippled beast lay down amongst the dying roots Obsolete, undignified, Is how the colossus fell
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Atavism, a certain purity discovered in a state Of moribund existence With rigid, rotting hands clutching On a crown of larvae This is the altar. This is the throne As was above no more below Here is the root. Here is the essence That enkindles the howling of the abyss That necessitates the existence of the beast. Come forth desolate kingdom That's where I'll find you Echoes beyond the witching hour The transcendence – the horns of the hidden God I'll be the harrow that cuts down the dawn The flame that clears the cosmos In sanctity, I am become the wound and the spear Thrall to the mantra So mote it be, disembodied – shed the worthless husk It is but dust. It is but shades As was above no more below Here is the blood. Here is the venom That inhibits the currents of my being Let it flow upon the ashes. Set me free Here is the root. Here is the essence Here is the blood. Here is the venom Set me free.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Procession begat the key To the gate of ruined limbs And permitted a passage To the depths of Agharta Floating amidst a fleet of coffins The emptiness bellows At the putrescine Feast of aeons Abura Berezaunt Take me below Abura Berezaunt Take me below Thus we are As they were And came to be As we are So were they And came to be Burning at the touch Drowning at behest Procession begat the key To the grave of selfdom And permitted a passage To the womb of liberation Fugue states in tombs forgotten Principle absorption Will exalt above execrable deeds Monad through rebirth In gnostik haeresis Thus we are As they were And came to be As we are So were they And came to be Burning at the touch Drowning at behest In gnostik haeresis
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The signs they conjure before your weary Eyes a reality most horrid A visage more hideous than thought By the most enduring of men Ever conceivable As those who proceed in their quest Approach the den of the starving Lions in wait A storm marks the way Many in prayer and fraught with curse Black vessels cloak the horizon The signs would assume the form of the uncreator A visage obscuring the star, forbidding Of navigation A voyage to the permanent night Hands fused in beseeching As darkness bares its teeth The psalm is funereal: libera nos, libera nos In times of sickness: libera nos Until all voices cease in deliverance Only demise marks the way Many in prayer and fraught with malediction Blazing doom reflected in the horizon Should offer the only guidance A voyage to the permanent night As darkness bares its teeth
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
We are his to follow To wither the woven hand In praise of the one and the many The vastness of this void of creation And you, who are you who enters The sepulchre of the unhallowed dead And traverses the wall Between the dying and the deceased We are his to follow To wither the woven hand In praise of the many and the one And whence infinite darkness flows I greet you spirits of aggrievement I present my soul for the vengeful abolished To take a hold of It is my want to be the bearer, A host for the fallen, you, The children bereaved Of the blaze of his star We are yours in servitude A transcendent symbiosis of hate Of the many and the one To consume the flame of creation Flesh sanctified through rites of soul transferral Baptism in the centrifugal storm of chaos To render the will in submission Through this carnal cage of decay To feed from the pool of sanity Until the flesh obeys
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026