Fires of the Dying World
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I have called upon my Lord And he answered with spite With visions of endless halls echoing With the sound of vanity Desolation This being is a choir of endless woes Pleading for reason, compassion and meaning All of it slowly torn into silence In the walls of emptiness This being is a foundation of flesh To pave the way for a greater temple To create new is to destroy the old To ascend is to first descend into nothingness The meaningfulnеss of all life was to seek redemption And I havе found it in perdition I have called upon my Lord And he answered with spite With visions of endless halls echoing With the sound of vanity Desolation The bitter woe what we call hope (Starves in time) This earthly shell what we call life (Shatters with it) If it is redemption what I have yearned I have found it in damnation
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
Unearth the salient deathmask The negative image of ourselves Paralyzed by its unnatural glow Mesmerizing yet corrupt and cruel The lobotomy on the spirit and soul Less tormented yet bitter and foul The heart is where the demon lives Hailing the third morning of devilry The laws of form, energy And symmetry distorted As an absolute undoing Supervenes upon faith Amidst the monumental pandеmonium The jaws of cosmic obscurity open The infеrno of the ethos ablaze Ceaseless transformation resigning The heart is where the demon lives Hailing the last morning of true meaning Horns white as candles Rise against the roaring flames The dance of the rattlesnake Fires the dying world The inferno of the ethos ablaze Ceaseless transformation resigning The heart is where the demon lives Hailing the last morning of true meaning Burning of the poisoned flesh Burning of the words of sin Burning of the silenced will Burning of the ashen wings Unearth the salient deathmask The negative image of ourselves Paralyzed by its unnatural glow Mesmerizing yet corrupt and cruel
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
He fills our souls like fear of death And haunts our minds as we sleep Oblivious to the prayers we speak Indifferent to fearful's worship Hidden afore all reminiscence Conjunction of rapture and stampede The only way out is through death A knee bent is of the bravest The prayers we speak Tear a hole into the fabric of history Since ages immemorial A hole with a shape of fear Yet the prayers we speak And the pleas we yell Tear also a hole in our souls A hole the size of God As surely as grain shall turn into clay When there is no hand that feeds Once to witness that glorious day When even stone shall bleed He guards at the veil Preventing the Living from entering He torments the mortals And lifts the veil for the dead He consumes souls bereaved But what he flourishes remains unknown The great revealer Yet he withholds no secrets And totes no knowledge
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
The star of sorrow A prison for souls to dwell A promise of exemption above Hinterlands of servitude below Crown of creation Climbing a ladder made of human limbs Overcrowded coffles of souls Lined up towards furnace The curse of treacherous freedom The shackles of obligatory toil Cast to walk the Star of Sorrow Surmounted by evils of the world Looking up into desolate heights Feet at the rock bottom of souls And above that very abyss Even a greater abyss looks back Screams of horror resounding Throughout the bottom of the pit As the bottom of that vеry pit Cracks open only to reveal A chasm еven deeper Than the one before That lies below Abysmal and formidable Each passed torch Bears a flame Burning weaker Than the one before As thoughts silently lay to rest Upon resentment and upon pity Cast to walk the Star of Sorrow Surmounted humanity Truth shall live on In the hearts of those laid to rest True immortality will never settle For a life so mirthlessly restricted For its purpose is to walk Through and beyond The doors of death
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
This house is empty of spirits Upon my heart only a shadow Bestowing its coldest embrace On the last unprinted snow Many a night I've been waiting for Many a night I have shed Many a night I have I longed Many a night I have called Dreaming of the power Of your streams Longing for the horrors Of your depths Let me go to you Let me close to you When do you claim yours? When do you hear my call? My undivided blood Is yours alone A horrifying discovery yet to be found The emotionless curse of the past On the field of concealed sufferings On the path to the moonlight Seven streams you shackle Seven streams you lead to me Seven streams above me Seven streams below me
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
At the end of it all, I saw a great cataclysm called love And it was as if a fire filled the void of being And all that was left, was annihilation The burning ashes of all hope The burning ashes of all feeling The burning ashes of all faith The burning ashes of all blood Unified in a celestial furnace All that we had worshipped was just dust To prolong a cold fire All that we had sensed was an illusion To cast in the pits of our stillborn ambition With no weight to any of it Except the scoria on our tombs There is no end in nothing There is no beginning in emptiness Where my limbs end A road to eternity begins Come, oh sweet death And set fire again to this cold furnace
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026