Grand Guignol - Book I
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With the proud shining chant of a flesh wide-open wound (Un)Holy Spirit burns upon our thoughts In exultation, memories fade as we rejoice Tumbledown walls an’ a pinnacle doomed Bloodstained stones exhaling breaths of gloom Oppression casted a shadows on a mystic grandeur Fading away as we rejoice! ...as we rejoice! In praise of glory Awareness lies in a liquid vacuum This gift of wonder This maze of agonizing light In praise of hazes Stillness lies in a shadowed fire A flame of pity A flame of rapture and of pain! Gloria Patri et Filio Et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio Et in sæcula sæculorum Gloria Patri et Filio Et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio Et in sæcula sæculorum And pride is a twilight sun burnin’ inside, It leads every manor to its former splendour… Come down! There in the heart of your inner dark wood Come and be! The solemn incarnation of primeval souls Come down! A new world built by your command There, were wisdom lies well caged In praise of glory Awareness lies in a liquid vacuum Three unknown faces arose Called by omnipotence! And the seared witches’ souls meet an ancient moan And a burial ground spells magic from beyond And awareness lies in liquid vacuum In this vale, in this maze! Crooked is the way that leads to heavens A sinister lane paved with thousands corpses! ...a sinister lane paved with thousands corpses... Hear the harsh mocking chant of a grim-faced god When oblivion shift its forms to sand To matter, to grains again, cycling! Where wisdom lies well caged to be subjugated Darkness, you lead me were lied... Angels, oh tell me heavens’ secrets Of love, blind death... Infliction, it nails me unknown... Darkness, you lead me were lied... Angels, oh tell me heavens’ secrets Of love, blind death... Infliction, it nails me unknown faces Gloria Patri et Filio Et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio Et in sæcula sæculorum Gloria Patri et Filio Et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio Et in sæcula sæculorum
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
And now, whit eyes open wide I pray for the crumbling of your soul! You, man... you’re impurity dressed with purity You, god... brown lamb in wolf skin Ill-natured... contaminated alchemy Shame, shame... weak human beings You, god... inoculate abortion You, man... putrid fleshy strain Long knives... tools of eradication Death, death... bless their soul with pain A secret countdown set To your preordinated apocalypse Tic-toc... Tic-toc... Tic-toc... Angels of no mercy armed with sharp obscurity Give hurt and final rest In name of tragedy, in praise of tragedy Shades of night, now free us From this scorn, from this scorn! Oh wasted and skeletal beast Pale horse, cast your scythe down! Oh reaper ancient and wise Cold death, cast your scythe down! Oh seeds of spirit divine Essence, cast your scythe down! Oh, reaper ancient and wise... You, god... you’re inoculate abortion You, man... putrid fleshy strain Wood cross... a tool of eradication Death, death... bless his soul with pain You, man... still cadavers in the dark You, god... have hundreds souls to reap Bloodbath... it shapes a new life Doom, fire... last sight in eternal sleep And I looked, and behold a pale horse And his name that sat on him was Death, And Hell followed with him.... And power was given unto them Over the fourth part of the earth Oh wasted and skeletal beast Oh reaper ancient and wise... Father! Father! Father omniscient Slay! Slay! And grant peace on earth! Father! Father! Father omniscient Slay! Slay! With razorblade hate! Saline statues with terror in their eyes A-slug crumbling down, while the last Gomorrah’s burning Hail the glory, the beauty of bereavement Now it’s sealed forever with a graven sword The unseen world of Hades is rising And mortal nature will put on immortality The final bloodstain for a mosaic made of nightmares Is a new beginning... And when the lamb opened the fourth seal I heard the fourth living creature scream: “Come!” And I looked, and behold a pale horse And his name that sat on him was Death, And Legion and Yaveh were united as one... And great power was given unto them Over the fourth part of the earth To kill with sword, and with hunger And with death, and with the beast of the earth For his name was Death And Hell followed with him And Hell followed with him And Hell followed with him And Hell followed with him This is Zero hour...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Ring the bell! Wrapped in black ruins Lost among grey, solemn tombs Storming and witching my cadaveric sleep For all of the sudden The abyss spreads its fangs And the pale light is soon devoured! Whisper to me of your dead Necropolis... Oh putrefaction adorn me again Obscene and magnificent in all its forms Wrapped a vapor Once born of fog and virtue Infesting and blessing these Stigmata plagues A failing shade embracing My shadow long denied Ancient and feared: thundering Golgotha Silently breed and then sing to me Of the thorns, the pain and its horrors... once again Soul! Fire! Nails and Darkness! Soul! Fire! Nails and Darkness! Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; In memoria aeterna erit iustus Ab auditione mala non timebit. Absolve Domine animas Omnium fidelium defunctorum Ob omno vinculo delictorum Et gratia tua illis succurente Mereantur evadere iudicium ultionis, Et lucis aeternae beatitudine perfrui Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulchra regionum, Coget omnes ante thronum. Wrapped in black ruins Lost among grey, solemn tombs Storming and witching my cadaveric sleep And there stood the abyss With is mouth open wide Devouring, relentless, devouring! Whisper to me, of your dead Necropolis Obscene... And sleep... and sleep! While you became your own tomb! Soul! Fire! Nails and Darkness! Soul! Fire! Nails and Darkness! A thousand psalms of penitence To wash away this rust from your nails But I know too well the nature of man To ignore that often the offended forgive While the offender never do it Behold! Highest spirits, behold! So much has been told about the first stone But what about the last? And he, who will be able to throw it? Behold! Highest spirits, behold! So much has been told about the first stone!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Se-woo, ha-nah e-too-hee pagh-ri Han-noo dim-mi, d'dia-tee-qeh kha-tha Forgive me not Father Cause I never blasphemed in opposition to your word But it’s only against the human’s blind laws That I proudly… Sin Crucify! Crucify! With the rusty nails of mortals You bury divine flesh down below And yet this place still whispers ceremonial litanies A transcendental plague A river of incense cross a forgotten soil It flows into the vast, sad oceans that you mourn And nothing is observed and assumed down there If not the first commandment of the soul Do Sin! Do Sin! This dusk lies beneath a fractured mirror of sins The moon and the sun will then emerge from the earth To sanctify the one who blaspheme Do Sin! And it snows deep down again Bright stars falling fast in a spiral of Sin And the sky became a vault And what human’s vileness has set as a weak limit Was crossed with a wearing, horrible idea of pain Shining incarnation, a desolate death In wise and gentle solitude compliance turns to dust Resounding in the echoes of stillness A new creator feeds its limbs Ed egli ascese da abissi di carni martirizzate Tuonando con voce solenne l’avvento d’un nuovo dominio S’ergan bastioni che oscurino il cielo Torri dorate al cospetto del vuoto E da grigi manieri e ancor più buie valli Della rinunzia temuta e agognata Null’altro provenga se non il rimpianto Un gemer sommesso di giorni perduti Il grido obliato del mesto suicida Il grido, la fine, il vuoto, l’abisso! Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani? Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani? Tetelestai, Eloi! All is said and done, Father! A new temple of flesh built once again With this bread of misery and pain Not by mercy, not by pity... but power And cheek... Insects and maggots Scum of the earth This scorn will be Your Calvary mile! Crucified! Crucified! With the rusty nails of moral You buried divine flesh down below But still this place whispers ceremonial litanies A future plague… A river of incense cross a forgotten soil It flows into the vast, sad oceans that you mourn Where a lost evocation gives you Halos of flies and thorns! Do Sin! Do Sin! This dusk lies beneath a fractured mirror of sins The moon and the sun will then emerge from the earth To sanctify the one who blaspheme Do Sin! And it snows deep down again Bright stars falling fast in a spiral of Sin In martyrized flesh...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Twilight hides itself Beneath the waves Of a bright impending darkness Oblivious of every life, Of every hasty death Beholder of our nothingness Ten thousand holy spirits Melted in a liquid structure Ever changing shape and brightness Ten thousand demons A blasphemy from heaven Sneering through clouds and glowing dimness And then silence swathed all And then silence swathed all… What we inherit from the past Your shade upon the soul Opening wounds A dreary light of humid mist Taking breaths away And yet you still here Along our divine pathway... crawling! A dreary mist of humid light Opening wounds... And yet you still here... Deceitful theatre of corridors A shadowplay! Where we are and we are not With sins of flesh Laid upon a wooden cross To cheat the symmetry divine But when the wounded one Gains the aureole of night A plague will be unleashed upon me: A dumb progeny So that its shame Cannot be told Repudiating earth, the sky, the seas And the whispers beneath everything Building rules and ruined temples And soon the third eye was... no more What we inherit from the past Your shade upon the soul Opening wounds A dreary light of humid mist Taking breaths away You, the labyrinth, you still here Along our divine pathway... bleeding! What we inherit from the past Your shade upon the soul Opening wounds A dreary mist of humid light Taking breaths away Still opening wounds! Am I there with you?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
This is a proud march towards the arcane life-force to come Through occult secrecy and haste Through shattered crystals without a face Since damnation wears the wings of lost remembrances For the long gone suffering lies beneath the deepest of seas And nothing else there Then would be granted to you No more! But to embrace The light of truth The bitter guilt of abandonment Lost ancient ruins, an invoked gale of crimson sand The dryness of eons past burns your mouth For every mourned departure Breeds some pain And a sad rancorous ghost Hence, you, horrible shadow The trail is cast For you to walk the arc of space and time In the idea of virtue In the idea of sin Lies my domination over all men! From the rope end dangles a traitor On the cross lies a saint What discern a miracle from profound abomination When they’re both thrown away in the jaws of oblivion? What is left to humanity? When the spirit go astray What is left to free will? When all shades are gray The path of the chosen few is paved with innocence And with anger, wrath and fury! Beware of you, Pharisees! Your mask of righteousness hides a secret inner world Of ungodly thoughts and feelings! You were full of wickedness You were like whitewashed tombs Beautiful on the outside But full of dead men's bones Like sand they are... In the idea of virtue In the idea of sin Lies my domination In the idea of virtue In the idea of sin Lies my domination over all men!
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
So we carved inside high nothingness Melting it with a paradox of opposites So we feed the blue chasm of oblivion And drawn there new life from obscurity So we carved inside high fullness Binding it with an archetype of heresy So we drank from the fountain of time And mould there the essence of theology For the great abstraction of silence For the high flatness of man It sharpened deep wide this blade And it won’t hide forgiveness For the holy priesthood of silence For the highest reason of pain Sharpened deep wide this blade And it won’t hide forgiveness This is the advent of the flames that lie within This is a loyal declaration of sin Dona eis, rex tremendae maiestatis, morte æterna In die illa iræ, coeli movendi sunt et terra War is a cowardice of the soul! Peace is a cowardice of the soul! Inner storm… deflagrate! These wounds wide open And that light of humid mist I will vomit upon you… I will vomit upon you all! So we spread outside high, pure instinct Clashing it with a weak rationality So we crossed the seas of hell’s fire And then unveiled the true iniquity So we damned the (un)nature of man Walking down the path of divinities So we drank from the fountain of being And drown there the shroud of humanity For the great abstraction of silence For the high flatness of man It sharpened deep wide this blade And it won’t hide forgiveness For the holy priesthood of silence For the highest reason of pain Sharpened deep wide this blade Breeding again… The fierce massive slaying grandeur The fierce massive slaying grandeur [THE OBSCURE FLASHFORWARD POINTS HERE] Your war is a cowardice of the soul! Your peace is a cowardice of the soul! Get away from me, beast of the earth! Be one with me, beast of the earth! Son of the light, son of the dark Every time they die within you! For the great inner sea is raging again And who shall be able to stand? To stand! Dona eis, rex tremendae maiestatis, morte æterna Dona eis, rex tremendae maiestatis, morte æterna
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Father, Take away this cup from me If you can Thy will be done, not mine Thy will be done, not mine Death, I forced your cup to these mouth With iron hands My will is done, not their To destroy and create new bitter life Oh how often tenderness can be Nothing more than a cruel stained mirror Beyond which it carefully hides The coldest form of detachment Atrocity lies right there, beside your agonies Atrocity laughs beside your agonies And then you serenely contemplate These mountains of mercy Slowly slough off in mountains of corpses Climbing one or another With the seed of sin So well disguised with robes of repentance Mother, Speak to me from heavenly skies If you can Your will was done, not mine Your will was done, not mine And life, Hear my words, these will be my last: Soon you will love me As a dead is loved Love me as a dead is loved Cast away your pain-stained shroud For in the whisper of loss I choose to be And I desperately wrap my spirit away From these cruel laws of mortality For how often a smiling face can be Nothing more than a cruel stained mirror Beyond which it carefully hides The most evil form of horror Atrocity lies right there, beside your agonies Atrocity laughs beside your agonies Continuously you mould its winding shape Continuously it laughs beside your pain With clothes made of sins Of sins and good intentions With clothes made of anger Of anger and candid pardon Of martyrs and righteous torturers Of death, of stench and serene lives Of pity, of shame and distant coldness Of fire, of water! Of love, burnt offerings and terror Of charity, blood and sadism and horror Of hate in form of weakness Of bread, of knives in the back! Staring at you on this fathomless night Finding correlation only to find myself Wandering… Wandering… Of loss Innocence buried away Trapped inside To never come back again Nevermore! I wish you’ll never grown Life, love, life, Do you really think I need you? Do you really think I need you? And I was forced to commit sin, do sin, do sin But what is sin? When prospective falls apart When prospective falls apart… It’s wonderful from here, you know…? My clothes are made of anger Of anger and candid pardon My clothes are made of martyrs Of martyrs and righteous torturers My clothes are made of death Of stench and serene life My clothes are made of nothing Of nothing, because… I am buried away Trapped somewhere To never come back again Nevermore, nevermore! I wish you’ll never grown Life, love, life, Do you really think I need you? Do you really think I need you?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
And now that everything is swathed by silence A new magic will be created to inhale The arcane lost voice And the formless wisdom Of what is dead and forgotten Decrepitude is the seed of resurrection Through which a new cosmos will be melted Leave mortality, erase the supreme fault Rapture and wonder are born Fluid spheres of atoms, chaos DNA Bodies dissolve in formless entities Alchemy divine breeds spirit-worlds Concentric involution of souls Programming and calculating Indoctrination through a lucid dismay Reason evokes spirit, spirit evokes flesh A final artefact, complete! A parallel beginning, a light of the black Enchants the oscillating circle Mutation in a self-desired apocalypse Sacred trinity revealed again To the deep core I invoked all the spiders All the pains and a crown of thorns... Black Twelve-rayed sun Rises! Black Twelve-rayed sun Rises! It dawns! To the deep core I invoked all the spiders All the pains and a crown of thorns... And after all the impure light A black sun… It dawns! Buried away After 3 day and 3 thousand years He shines again… Flebile lucentezza immemore Del terrore in eterno custodito Tra spirali di tempesta Riemerge la memoria Arcaica legione strisciante Tra le negate cripte del tempo From far away it shines… From distant skies Of blackened light you dredge Divine exhumed crystals Shattered and endless Vanished and rose again Nebbiose profondità remote, Tra cunicoli e catacombe S’erge il baratro Dell’umana pazzia Stracci di pioggia, lembi di vento Adornan il Dio rifiutato Che funesto volteggia Su rovine sepolte; Preghiere proibite ed urla spettrali Tra ombre di valli senza nome Nascoste e obliate On the starless dimension of the obstructed soul Fleshy pendulums eternally oscillate Between the sanctity of sin, the impiety of purity Not knowing the secret of stillness Not knowing they’re only moving through mirrors Decrepitude, it sown resurrection Through which the cosmos has been melted Without mortality, without the supreme fault Rapture and wonder here grown Fluid spheres of atoms, chaos DNA Bodies dissolved in formless entities Alchemy divine in this spirit-worlds Concentric involution of souls A great uproar, a shrieking lament A desert shaken by the abyss Austere on the pinnacle of emptiness The eternal mantle spreads out On the pinnacle of emptiness The eternal mantle spreads out Black Twelve-rayed sun Rises! Black Twelve-rayed sun Rises! Black Twelve-rayed sun Rises! Black Twelve-rayed sun… It dawns! I wear the nails of Jesus And all the universe’s wonders... Yet I am murder and rape And premature putrefaction I walk with coldness and lie In the horrible thunder of insects… Deep down inside… Deep down inside…
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025