Mardom

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Idę w stronę ruiny – Mardom... Gdzie wspomnień zatarty obraz Dostać się próbuje w pozostałości życia Istniejącego w sercu martwego dziś miejsca Które schronieniem być miało A potwornością okryte Koszmarnym snem na jawie się stało Iluzją dziś jest, żyjącą jedynie w pamięci Która martwotą okryta, błaga o przywołanie Widma dusz wędrujących, snów upiornych Nawiedzających najbliższe mi miejsce Błądząc pośród cieni, w bezruchu staję W obliczu nieznanego, łaknąc obecności Istoty śmierci mi zwiastującej Odkrywającej niepokój osłabionego ciała Miejsce, które schronieniem być miało Roznieciło ogień sił nieczystych A dłonie spętane więzami strachu Niemoc i drętwota, bolesna bezsilność Powracając w zgliszcza martwych murów Niepokój wciąż żywy znajduję w swym sercu Nieruchome echo zmory, głos duszę palący Nawiedzać mnie będzie po kres mych dni

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Morrows ague with brimstone drought, in reckless haste, made the welkin ring. Esperance imbues a sweven most devout, and laid waste, what once heralded a noble king. An orison is to peregrinate, in sables illustrious, to kindle the glim in fey. The absence of fear gloriously graced Through pain received grandeur, a cognition, renders the unclean pristine and unscathed. No force harms the ravenous volition. A malison is to infuriate the agone – precarious, to linger is to brim over with decay. Glower not at pneumas gloaming, it is but a pallid shade. Empower deaths sullen blooming, morrowless yet irradiantly is our fate. Those who were never torn Bear no germ of virtue intrinsically and have no place in this world forlorn. Their spirit will repose perpetually. It is no human, it is so much more.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

~ The One Who Dwells Above the Heavens ~ ~ and below the Earth~ Excelled in condemnation - iron chains of immeasurable weight cast upon bones. Command damnation - cover their jaws with rough stones! Vengeance for leading astray in devilish mirth those who dwell upon the Earth. Loathing repentance - refusal of spiritual rebirth of those who dwell beneath the Earth. It is the one whose glory extends above circles of high, whose might roots in the abysmal below, it is this exalted genius they decry, with utter ignorance and asinine woe. Vengeance for leading astray in devilish mirth those who dwell upon the Earth. Loathing repentance - refusal of spiritual rebirth of those who dwell beneath the Earth. Ensorcelled in eternal salvation - enthean obedience bluntly begotten intones, ruthless agitation - atonement for life death enthrones. It is the one whose majestic ascent non can defy, It is his stellar culmination they scry, whose radiant scepter of lucid burnish is aglow, with a deep-drawn sigh and malign sorrow.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Thus I ask thee why am I here, within existence there’s nothing I adhere. Therefore I ask thee why I was born, within this world there’s nothing I adorn. within life all I seek – is death’s odorous reek. Though thine is the mystery of time, the keys to undrape the fiery veil are mine. Let my spirit drown in the arms of blackest umbrage, in rhythmic sonority fade away, receding memory. the place thither an arduous path beacons into perpetual night, with distant chimes in pulsating eviternity. Thus I beseech thee to blind me with limitless light, amidst this world there’s nothing I behold. therefore I beseech thee to combust this shell in utter blight, within life there is nothing to uphold. Within death all I seek – is life’s pestilential reek. Though thine are the mysteries twofold, mine are the hands to willingly smite and mold. Let my spirit rise from the depths to enrage, To smite and mold, to ignite and fire life’s perpetual forge. Upwards from where an arduous path beaconed towards the golden age, in most sonorous times the oblivion of being disgorge.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

In appearance ghastly bleak, in Sulphur tongues they speak, exaudi domine – o bornless one. Within their wounds let comfort hide, separated from them, death testified, praise be unto thee above the skies in starlit attire, and within the depths of your rumbling empire libera me – o fleshless one. In aeterno igni. World without end to no avail, it is thy saints who assail, inebria me – o guarding one. Ne’er let my eyes drown hope filled, clear minded my scorn retain thrilled and let my soul the blackness illuminate Requiem aeternam done eis. In hora mortis meae voca me, Et iube me venire ad te, In saecula saeculorum, interficiet me!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Uproar within the cold so fierce, abhor yonder sphere and pierce, silently to not adhere the formless void. No god and no king tames, the boundless beast with many names. Forlorn within oblivions solitary hymn, adorn with deathless stars and bedim, the soothing scars of time. No lord and no man tames, the boundless beast with many names. Bespeak within the glory the highest, seek the voids abysmal drape unbiased, to surpass and escape soulless blight. The timeless beast with many names, ignites the stars and engulfs the world in flames.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Zmora

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Abrade and flay the Word Incarnate, Sanctify the means the portal is ajar, detest sanctimony and congregate, to ambulate amidst the binary star. The yonder beckons within reach, traverse the bourne extricated soullessly, for dissipiation in the flesh beseech, converse the secondary matter irrevocably. From the Kingdom the Moon and Sun eclipse, transgression of the veiled bride, from the Crown the most hidden to knowledge drips, concealed, revealed, whatever betide. Beyond Words and sight, as one unified, the hidden jewel of the crown, without visions and thoughts the self mortified, to extend the imperishable soulless gown.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

It is lurking in a repugnant corner of time. His solid throne is rock-hewn, sublime yet it is never where it is assumed. When eyes fall inward, refulgence unfolds illumed. It dissolves ye it is not forsaken, not to be seen, yet it is still there unshaken. It is staring into the core of the abyss. Night after night when its countenance in bliss plunges into moribund memories it conjures the prophetic vision of introversive reveries. Es verschwindet doch verloren ist es nicht, man kann es nicht sehen, doch es ist noch da. To the dormant pneuma paths open up and with veridicality thereness they flood. At the threshold ready yourself, and ensouled respire into gloominess. Lo and behold the passage in which time deliquesces. He who erstwhile was, has never existed. He who once had belongings, never possessed a thing. Completeness is where once something was, yet no more is. Der einst einer war, hat niemals existiert Der einst was hatte, hat niemals besessen Vollkommenheit ist wo einst was war aber nicht mehr ist.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025