Sombre Doom

...Alone... ...Scared... ...Empty... ...Once King... Blood running down your fingers, Last minute thoughts, Dripping on the floor. Corpse collapsing in a pile. From your rotting and open flesh, Armies of worms swarm out, Like waves of black water, Emptying you from inside. Until the white of bones, Rises above your bloated cadaver. For the first time your existence Is overwhelmed with life and beauty Redemptive Immolation, Redemptive Self-sacrifice Your body for once is a vessel to receive, But the angels of joy are now silent, The angels of joy are now in agony, As they gaze upon this shrine of Holy Death.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Dead wind howling Bodies bend like trees Praying, kneeling, worshiping Thousands of them crying for salvation Hoping, gazing, dying Robbing their corpses Stripping them under the eye of their savior With open arms… Dead wind ceased, bodies cracked like twigs Decayed orthodox obscurantism, our vindication Doing the Devil’s work.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025