The Three Ghouls Buried at Golgotha

Corpse of care Warmly Enshrouded in a dank drape of trust Abandoned and frail, so dyed and obscure, Livid haggard with wounds of orship antique, Swallow the thorns while I move back the stone Cold corpse of mercy, death-cold corpse of mercy Undone. Unspoken. Untouched and unloved From a slack sea of rot and through veins of betrayal With eyes buried deep Unheard and unseen Corpse of forgiveness Unheard and unseen Six cries the eyes and three bleed the poisoned mouths Then spiders in numbers, they mantle the night With a luminescent web of unearthly disease While rhymes of thick sorrow entangle the stars Desecrating the wet rocks Lurking and waiting Megiddian darkness Lurking and whirling Great, so great! Great is the roar The ossarium burnt gates down the cruciform ground Where one and triune I dwell Our charnel’s the Fire Our charnel’s the Lighting Bolt Hark to the Temple Below! Hark to the Temple Below! Ghoul... ghoul... ghoul of contempt Teeth after teeth in the breastbone of heed Through a fractured skull dressed in wrath penitent Devour recollections, ghoul of resent Devour recollections and devour innocence Undone. Unspoken. Untouched and unloved From a slack sea of rot and through veins of betrayal With ragged putrid flesh Ether and dirt Ghoul of indifference Ether and dirt Hallowed ground and sacred sand Bury me. Bury me. Through ashen soil and mashed bones Bury me. To breathe Once again there, where these trees stand dead Hallowed ground and sacred sand Bury me. Serenity, what a word such tormented Maligned and deformed The beauty that sharp cracks down Even if for one last time Our charnel’s the Fire Our charnel’s the Lighting Bolt Hark to the Temple Below! Hark to the Temple Below! What’s dead Shall live again.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 15, 2025