Decapitated
Album • 2002
Rise! And look at your face Centre of existence leans toward the end One visage of earth Cold flame under the mask Cracked face of dying spaces Millions of lonely splinters disappear Uniting flame start fading Universe enters the new cycle Outlines of uncountable entity growing grey Morbidly dependent sons of error Great dance comes to an end Spheres of existence reaching the center Forms of existence wash away Resemblance becomes a curse Ultimate justice in nothingness Last error is no more
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
World of shadows too blind to cry Worms crowded together too weak to want Running from reflection to reflection We measure the world with measure of our blindness Can you see while looking at the shadows? Can you touch the shapeless illusion? Can you hear the echo of words never told? Can you taste your own transitory notions? One colour of earth shimmering with different shades Shapeless shadow independent of the light Kneeling in the ruins of sacred towns Crying on ashes of refuted truth We shall remain and dream again And moment of awakening is too short to recognize
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
Satisfaction is the seed of hunger Beginning of the circle is its end There's no centre - emptiness in between And perfection is always in the midst Living for a moment? Being is a spark And there's no life but flame Middle state leading to boundlessness War is the order of this world Harmony of the earth is always and never Everlasting order is illusion and deceit War is mother, fight is harmony We're burned to burn Word is nothing without silence What is your god without infinity of zero... Father destroy to create Father burn to be forever Father fade to burn again Father don't be but change
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025
You are the one that will free us from colours That will free us from words Squeezed in the rock of existence We never experienced anything else Mind, moment, spark - there's nothing The weight of this world breaks my spine So maybe emptiness completes existence? Does something that never was exist? Destroy, change - you are unable Hatred, fear, frustration - laughter Is it possible to be in the temple of nothingness? World is you, you're the eternal everything Never - always, one - nothing You think that destruction is the way Let your own pain be the answer For nothingness, for non-existence in emptiness Being for not being, religion of black hole Did we find already... Can something that never was give us an answer... What you truly hate is a part of you World without move, we flow in substance Devoured by perfect entirety Homogenous millions of perfect shape
Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025
To stars and suns carry me To superhumans names dormant in stone Into the depths of seas of grand desires To the thought pure, into nothingness Limitless solitude without numbers and names Where names a curse no longer are The ideal one- the true number of man The sick stench of crowded dogs With their eyes closed That are looking in others for gods Rotting millions keeping guard Of their own truths which you cannot see A many-headed worm of names uncounted Is eating its tail in wretched self-hatred Blinded millions on the road to death The hunger of self-destruction always defeats Raise your gaze- you can't You won't- it's easier to follow the herd You suck on an empty bag of words You fulfill yourself in a cage Of your own blindness Carry me, my wings of hatred Above the fear of knowing all other I want to see my very own death
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
One bigger than everything In the crown of your own self you preach darkness Yet would you be able to obey the lack of light? Darkness, light, word, existence Could it be false? Salvation is nothing - nothing is salvation The great fractal of existence sinks into itself Nature calls for destroyer, desires It is the highest time for holy zero to come Collapsing reality craves for the end Everything rots in itself Maybe it's time to stop worshipping the own image So non-existence is the only sense? I rise in spheres of madness In darkness of unknown I perish To see, to remain in all time Eternity in second, not!
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
Senses, flower of existence - bow to Babylon Pain, father of creation - bow to Babylon Look - you're the creator of your own creator Your beginning overthrows your myth Parody of perfection feeding on mere mortal Perfect being can only exist in itself Let him die at last. I will never worship reflection of imperfection Questions... I carry my own cross to be Flesh, blood, mind - see the flower of Babylon Stigma of earth will never disappear Aiming to zero is the testimony of existence I'm here to be, to watch and to fade All world focused on one single entity I kiss my reflection in the universe Alone in dying Babylon... proud
Thickening mass of reality Curve of existence descends to zero Crowd loosing its colors Tightening nature points at the middle Weighing of central point The other side of existence arrives Reflection of what is known devours imperfection Existence is defective by nature Highest independence - sacred zero Final order - sacred zero Lack of imperfection - sacred zero
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
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