The Negation

Forward on! Just to go on! Directionless rush, for close by, before Species specific-motion No chance for equilibrium-stop! Fetid, persistent stench of the race Rushes in every slot Sticking all together into a mass I hate you! I hate us! You know what I mean? Fuck off! This world stigma cries out on your forehead Anti-god prepares your own personal void The only way to equilibrium Kill yourself! But...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Blinding void veils colours. All features melt into one vision. All-absorbing and all-swallowing time The singing of the black hole is calling. The shrill silence of the universe Blows up all minds from inside. Desire of your own death makes flesh burst into flame. Another moment of senseless reasoning Opens the gate to the real existence That is not for the eyes. Inexpressible pain of the ripped flesh Releases so far unknown senses. No chance for losing consciousness. Suffering in the thickening void. Stop! Human defect is triumphing. The passage into fourth dimension Is passing out of sight.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Pathetic is the species being it's own negation. Big words locked in the holy books. Flame in the eyes fixed on heaven, And the stench of decaying bodies That have lived to see the answer. Another word spat out from under the mask. No meaning, no goal. Doomed to cling to each other. They laugh crying and lie sensing their weakness. Clotted human mass struggles Trying to rise and run away from themselves. It's time this jest reached its end. The church of the black hole will fulfil the sacrifice.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Blind is the euphoria of the crowd Staring at themselves from inside And observing the succeeding patterns Of the world that spirals downwards. I sense! Tangible phantasm It causes human pride to swell anew. Come on! To touch, maybe catch. Fever of senses stimulates animal brain. And to those of you who scream that they know Keep roaming in your dance Singing of truth and happiness Quelling the misty vision of end.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

No! Catharsis through scream Too many ways, too many truths The myth of the reward And the punishment Still feeds our fear. No to all of the masks of this world! No to the empty words! Open eyes look, yet closed can truly see Creeping vermin still cross their traces Seeming movement of the elements Does not chance the vision the throbbing whole. No to those that have seen, And thus have believed! No to those that have not seen, And yet have believed! Global negation of the visible existence Is the delusion in itself. Yet the truth the animal eyes look to Dies at the closed eyelid glance of spirit.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Absorbing, feeling and desiring You fade away spewing their words up. Rise to fall, lie to last. Look! Nothing is opening its arms… Tangle of urges overflows Staining every gesture and moment. Raise your head and grasp that jest. Anti-god lurks in non-existence. Mute words of those who know Distort the mouths of deranged fools into a sneer. No war will be! No revolution! The punishment is equal. Perfectly cold-no bond with this comedy. Another urges from outside change nothing. Hideous, complete in itself tangle of desires And millions of hands stretched out Towards the swallowing void. No cry-long desired dementia.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Expansion of the ever increasing universe Thins down imperfect pictures And certainty of the tangible existence Trickles between fingers Entering the center of the point. Physical reality dies Giving birth to the new order. Negating all that has ever been said for good. So what are we? Attracted by the gravity of the black hole Veiled by the faith in words Proud of the promised immortality. Hysteria at the moment of sudden illumination Will ring with countless screams Uniting in a sneer Coming from the empty throne

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Servants of death, enchanter of pain From the land of no return, you'll kill again Smear the blood on naked corpse Manson (Chorus:) Lunatic of God's creation No resist Hear the voices of devastation There is darkness in his eyes And you won't see it, before you die Feel the knife of the Lord Divine's Creation (Chorus)

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 06, 2026