The Canticle of Shadows

My will is done. Here I abjure ye, you still ones! Thus hear me wide, you who sleep in these tombs A pound for your souls A cold sludgy void swallowed your souls This poor sepulchre Osseous cenotaphs forbidden to tell the names of their dead! Breathe again! And breathe again! a whisper of sorrow in garments of joy And thus the white path we are walking in, skirted by dead flowers, a burial recess Lead us to the gravestone! It leads us to the gravestone! How many of you live crawling on bleeding knees? Digging the soil to welcome the devourer worms, Swapping the sky and the stars with that incessant choir of “I am, I know, I have!” No! Wrapped in a cemeterial breeze and with scars open wide I embrace death and pain with a serene grin And like a clock marching backwards My life’ll spawn higher life as the years multiply! Nomen sanctum tuam quod est: Hye, asser, ephe! In nomine Delicti et Spiritui Sancto: Hye, asser, ephe! Dei Luna et Saturnus, Yha! Clavicula Salomonis Mortem, Saturnus, Clavicula Salomonis Can you sense that sound? Of ghosts, banshees and unnamed streams The wisdom of chaos: the womb and the grave And who’s the dead now He who dwells among phantoms Or the king of mortal emptiness? For I am made of untamed Fire, Everburning, high, bright, high! Do Sin! And believe Do Sin! And believe Cathedral walls born on fleshy columns Hide an altar of ghouls on the stairs through the void! Open, now open! These coffins of parchments and dusty remains Here I proclaim myself Shaman of the Chasm! Seer and Dreamer and Warlock and Witch! And Life in Death and Death in Life! V.I.T.R.I.O.L. Visita Interiora Terrae V.I.T.R.I.O.L. Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem Et scientiam pentacula sine caudarias Majestatem suppliciter depræcor Corporis et Animæ salute Salomoni Nox perpetua revelasti Et imploro misericordiam tuam Qui Abraham Primum in fidelem servum elegisti Cum semen sicut cæli multiplicasti… Nomen sanctum tuam quod est: Hye, asser, ephe! In nomine Delicti et Spiritui Sancto: Hye, asser, ephe! Dei Luna et Saturnus, Yha! Clavicula Salomonis Mortem, Saturnus, Clavicula Salomonis Dei Luna, Saturnus, Mortem et Scorpionem! Morte! Morte! Morte! Morte!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Here, I can still feel this dreary pain Here, a malady serum fills every vein Sad birthgiver of endings That petrified body with 16 bleeding mouths Is it still me? Is it still me? All senses pierced by anguish and woe From the inside, from the outside From grieving shades crying at me “Where have you gone?” “Where are you now?” In the warm fumes spread by my own dead mutilated flesh It is there that I am now! In that moment in time, when my soul was torn apart It is there that I am now! Death! Here sorrow has eyes and wings And it brings more pain and death! Death! Here time is rotten and still Here’s just reiteration and death! And here… here there’s no flame to cast a shadow of me Now, in this maze of poignant perdition, that shadow is me And with every step it takes, in anger and fear abhorrent It leads you to the funeral, to the grave, to the interment To the interment! To the interment! To the interment! Burn the past to ashes, bury the past with scorn Where trees have taken vows of silence And leaves are stillborn Under that misty, humid cemetery soil In velvet and in ebony, in silent caducity Lead the grand hearse, carve an earthly womb To entomb this aberration Crippled and refused Within deep layers of nightly profane dirt A secret is withheld, in darkness it’s withheld! Death! Here sorrow has eyes and wings And it brings more fear and death! Death! Here’s just reiteration and death… And here, blades and worms still opening wounds fattening the conquering beast Do you think that I am made for resting in peace? This place... this place is terrible.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Fire, thou art the Key Your Flames I am and my veins you are And Pain, thou wast the Gate The first step down leading through narrow clefts Profound, descent; From sheer drops to ravines unknown A torchlit passage to the regions of the Soul Walked with hunger and Pride Revived Mountain, with coldness at my side Revived Drape of the Night, with obscurity and stars inside Revived Subversive Nazarene Extracting nails from scarred flesh divine Hammering them deep down Right to your hearts, mothers of mankind Emptiness and vacuity And treason and lie These are the names in which you hide This is the vacuum you carry with pride Your privileges are broken in here A precipice towards abyssal caves Baptized in whirling streams of ever-flowing strength Waters and vapors to guide me through My path is self-chosen My hurt is self-chosen My curse is self- chosen Witchcraft Sun, rain on me! Embalming crimson mist with seething shades as wings Pillars and dead eyes from far beyond My loss is self-chosen My grief is self-chosen My soar is self-chosen Witchcraft Sun, rain on me! Cold scarring Sun, shine on! For I roamed the barren lands of the Elsewhere in eons unknown to men And from its dense darkness I brought back everlasting Flames With the power to enlighten you Or to incinerate you.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Stille di carni oscurano i cieli Ricami nel buio tra nebbie accecanti E tombe d’incanti, di vermi e miasmi Piangon a gran voce il mantra del Vuoto: “Che voi, cogliete preghiere soltanto per cumuli decrepiti” Ritual #3 – Orationem E allora Saturno divora i tuoi figli D’un grembo lunare malfermo e tremante Tra stracci di fango e lembi d’orrore Portando alla Luce di il Drappo Silente I will shine again and I’ll make you all pay! I will shine again, to make you all pay! Deum eum patrem cantate, Deorum deum supplicate. Cum tonas, Luceri! Prae te tremunt quot ibi te di Audierunt tonare Peccatimi meum coram me est semper Peccatimi meum coram me est semper Peccatimi meum coram me est semper I will shine again and I’ll make you all pay! I will shine again, to make you all pay!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Ashes through ashes, scattering dust of red agonies ashen My wounds are opened now! My gates are opened now! From towers ablaze I erect and exalt my black throne, there above you all Broken and broken! Your knowledge is broken, your hidings are broken! Your treasures, your abundance are now mutated into frozen lava and plague! Which whisper my names: Comet Doom! Comet Fire! Comet Doom! Comet Fire! Whisper my names: Comet Doom! Comet Fire! Comet Doom! Comet Fire! Your treasures, your abundance are now mutated into frozen lava and plague! My limbs are the branches of nature itself with a touch of perdition, bathed in sorrow Here I became Death, and Death is the seed from which I grow… HYSHEA M’SHEE-HU REKDA'DN KAA DAHUA-JI ROO-KHAA LI-SHERVA SHIMMETH, O’RORAB-TAHAN! SHIMMETH, HO D’KHIL-HAN! My witching essence embodies the Funeral March for all your empty lives! Shaman chant for the Sun! Shaman chant for the Dark! Shaman chant for the Sun! Shaman chant for the Dark! Further on, further on, above and beneath, through the storm, further on! My gates are opened now! My wounds are opened now! Here I return to dig up from the clay all the nails, all the teeth, all the bones buried down All in one, one in all, as dawn clinches dusk: all in one, one in all HYSHEA M’SHEE-HU REKDA'DN KAA DAHUA-JI ROO-KHAA LI-SHERVA Near these cenotaphs austere and deformed Named as mourning and pain Whisper my names… Comet Doom! Comet Fire! Comet Doom! Comet Fire! Here I call to thee! Here I bathe in thee! As I traverse this spectral vale Bounded by night-spells An enshrouding mist Engulfed by the wind By the wind of the seas A glimpse of purity Like roots to branches And by 7 steps of Winter I am whole again Comet Doom! Comet Fire! Comet Doom! Comet Fire! There in your mortal world I cannot be reached For I dwell among the undead For I dwell among the ghosts of dreams Closer than usual to the heart of Creation And yet so far away… Every drop of blood and every forlorn tear Returns to my very essence Through the beads of this crimson fog Surrounding me, inhaling me! Surrounding me, inhaling me! HYSHEA M’SHEE-HU REKDA'DN KAA DAHUA-JI LI-SHERVA ROO-KHAA SHIMMETH, O’RORAB-TAHAN! SHIMMETH, HO D’KHIL-TAHAN! My witching essence embodies the Funeral March for all your empty lives! Shaman rise with the Sun! Shaman rise with the Dark! Shaman chant for the Sun! Shaman chant for the Dark!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Saturn, lavish all your pain upon me For I am ready to bear it! Thy progeny’s weak, empty and torn And I’m a Black Moon, devourer of all. Gather a funerary crown of nails and locusts For the still carrion of humankind So Wormwood, fall once again Like a torch upon the earth! While blessed by the shadows, by a wisdom of old I slip through your blood to spit my cancer in you! Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun! All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun! Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn In Fire, by Air, in Water, by Earth And thus I speak to you, insects: As you have always obeyed not only in my presence But so much more in my absence: Work out your own salvation now, with fear and trembling! For being yourselves so empty, I just spoke empty answers to your empty prayers... And for whatever prayer may come from you, I will answer according to the Emptiness of man: May my claws be the deepest knives in your chests! Bewitching this vacuity I reject you, I reject you! With Fire, by Air, with Water, by Earth Swallowed is the light and upset is the worm The moon rises black and Saturn it lies reversed And through infinity I witness These long dreamed, forbidden caves The Citadel of the Underworld With its creepy green lights Exhalations from the path of the defunct My blood burns and flickers Morningstar, there is a reason for the fog that embraces me Bright Morningstar, there’s always a reason for the silence that’s upon me! My eyes… my eyes are an Abyss and my tongue is a Sword Through which everything was meant and felt: Forgive me not! Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun! All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun! Inside out. Inside out.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

I swear that my grudge will never cease to haunt you Deep in that palace of filth and larvae where now you dwell, And there, right on your burial cursed ground I’ll erect my cathedrals, with pillars of nightshade, of fire and mist! Ahash, nakh, ahash, nakh Out, livid headless lustmord, out! Hidden in these rotten shrouds Ahash, nakh, ahash, nakh Hidden in these rotten shrouds Out, treacherous radiance, out, out! You are not allowed to roam this halls: Your presence is forbidden here, leave! Your claws have withered here. As a dreadful tremor shake this walls, things cease to move (leave!) And all seems quiet in the dark, ‘til your breath appears. There is a storm of words carved deep on my very flesh A deafening silence spoken in letters, five stones of doom And a burden descended like a perennial dusk: Sometimes tragedy is engraved right there on the inside Since birth, tragedy is engraved right here on the inside Look at the suffocating dirt, what scars you more? your halo of worms or my bleak crown of thorns? Who is the dead now! Who is the dead now! Who is the dead now!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Invincibile e divin lo scorrere del tempo rinnego ogni Dio per te eccellente Musa il Sole che da qui rigenera le forze approva che io sia il tuo servitore Insegnami a pregarti come si addice al tuo nome Tu che ti schieri con l'esercito valoroso Tu che congeli il meccanismo dell'esistenza il desio di te è al pari di un fuoco che si ritrae davanti a tal grandezza il desio di te p al pari di un fuoco che il suo ardire incatena innanzi a te Che il tuo respir rinforzi la mia coscienza E sia della mia spada la protezione Placa così il turbine dell'incertezza Concedi che il mio sangue scorra gelido Conduco a te,l'istinto degli antichi diviso tra saggezza e coraggio la forza e ciascuna delle mie ferite imposte da la fedeltà all'esistenza Avverto la tua silenziosa presenza trascnedere da cielo, fuoco e terra,pensata immutabile e immortale nei giochi degli Dei Rinunzio ad un feretro di umane forme tradito dall'incedere dei sensi invoco la tua spada di coerenza sicchè la materia possa fondersi in te

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 15, 2025