Plurima Mortis Imago

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We - thinking beings We - surrealistic visions We - supernatural ideas We have been materialized To possess the forces of God God who created the world Full of lament of his daughters and sons We have come up with blood on our hands Blood used as ink for writing The New Bible You have heard about Armageddon Decadentism flowing from horns of dead heralds Being afraid someone could discover it one day… Come on, do not pretend… You are one of us, even if you would like To become someone else Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined Intended for serving the will of yourself There is no king but you There is no God but you Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined Intended for serving the will of yourself Legions were marching through the lands Bathed in blood Everything has passed… people and cities Cultures and nations Finally - there was only You and a few more left… The thinking beings Surrealistic visions Supernatural ideas Who have been materialized To possess the forces of God Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined But intended for serving the will of Yourselves You have looked in the mirror and seen revelation Heaven suddenly turned red…

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Over the mountains there is a thought, Vision of kingdom to come Dream of Angels raped by The One Who Knows... Hear them crying And see their tears falling down with rain The old world is dying And You have to face their eternal pain He who paints the sky in red He who rules the world of dead Has risen again, blood has to be shed Take that cold piece of cold steel and proudly rise Your head! To war!!! In the name of liberation! To war!!! That is Your final declaration! To war!!! Create some new, much better nation! To war!!! As this is Your own coronation! Give the angels back their dreams Give them freedom and will to sin Spread out their wings, help them to fly They will be laughing at You, watching… …how You die!!! They are taking You high over the mountains Between the worlds of thoughts You have been always dreaming to discover Soon they will whisper divine visions of Kingdom to come Straight to Your fucking dead ears!!!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

We all live in entirely mechanized universe... Being a cog-wheel we just remain a premature dead dream of existence Deprived of all passions Deprived of all visions We are becoming creatures unable to think, unable to feel and experience Intoxicated with devilish wrath we are having a dream of drinking a blood Blood flowing down from the swords of religions, of mankind addicted to all superstitions And You... face the world of imagination And You... face the world of mass devastation And You... do not be afraid of transformation And You... throw off the mask of plastic intentions Passing by streets drowned in a twilight seeing the whores of laughter and sadness Walking around and drinking the moonlight looking for victims to fulfill your madness Their cry is a sweet melody, pure, shameless form of Your satisfaction For ages of lies, false smiles and enslavement close up Your thoughts in eternal lament Liberation... Demoralization... Transformation... (6, 6, 6) Mistification... Unfortunately, the chalice is empty... Would You please be so kind and gently prepare Your throats?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

That was an unusual, golden autumn... The breath of a wind was gliding Cemetery's avenues with the ocean Of constantly falling leaves The trees were dying plaintively Crooning their last threnody; They have been whispering the names We all wouldn't like to remember… And then he came without saying a word Slowly sat down and lighted ever-burning fire ''For whom?'' - I have asked ''For myself…'' - he has answered And streams of strange voices suddenly came down He pulled out a rope and tied round his neck Stood up on a chair and silently nod his head to me I came a bit closer and looked at his face, asking him: ''Why?'' ''Because this world doesn't need me anymore The human mankind became self-dependent As notion of good and evil Has got new, conscious meanings Paradise has not been lost As it has never truly existed As well as original sin, heaven and hell Or other fictitious worlds… That all has been made-up to rule, rape and kill, To chain human's power, passion and will'' ''Pray for quick death, You son of a bitch! Now You feel taste of vendetta!!!'' I spat on his face and hardly kicked the chair…?

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

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The Sapiential books will run with blood of prophets And only their thoughts will remain Like a smell of murdered lovers All the rest will fall into oblivion As a merciless time for all fucking temples Which has passed with fall of Babylon Every king in history was a reflection Of his own clown And man behind the mask covering wisdom of ages Philosopher pretending a fool Fool pretending a philosopher Why didn't we let them rule? Watching their eyes bleeding You have been trapped In Your thoughts' emptiness Rise up imagination's curtain Let them breathe their sweet loneliness You are the purest one You are the chosen one And You are the only one to be crowned! So, show us Your mind, uncover the mystery The New Order secrets You have furtively done… May the wisdom be spoken We need a messiah! We want You to see Your own crucifixion!!!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

May my prediction never be fulfilled... His body was taken with breath of a wind There was no witness, no soul to remember Fall of an Angel in the arms of November Luminous circles were constantly growing Painting the sky with new constellations Kisses of Darkness make You feel howling As this night's the time for new coronation ''Have You ever realized what makes Your childhood memories so unforgettable? That small, mysterious room on the top Of your house always filled up with The smell of death…'' No tears for the losers, not even a thought Just burn out their eyes and let them to rot Future is waiting, King is beheaded!!! Do not make Your life even more complicated Fear the great fear of all ancient warriors Cruel unknown, spirit of lost Enemy is wishing to steal all Your dreams Give him a key to the world of Your sins ''Make him watch what you have been Witnessed as a poor, helpless child… Take him there, to that small, mysterious Room always filled up with the smell of death'' Bitterness… is that what you feel? Those near and dear had gone ages ago Without farewell All portraits of happiness have been lost In the mist of its virginity Nothing remained… All is dead now… All but you! Secret guardian of the true liberation Scream of an Angel who was raped by the God Sounds in Your heart with every sensation See all those idiots drowning in mud, Drowning in mud of their expectations He has taken a knife and opened his veins Painting the sky with blood stains May my predictions never be fulfilled Another one blackout, another one killed ''Unforgettable childhood is slowly going away That small, mysterious room on the top of the House lightened up by candlelight is losing its Sharpness'' No… It is getting better now! I can see Everything so clearly, yeah, I recognize… ''That was him who has taken all his family's Lives, lives of his friends helping him to get out Of that shit he once got stuck into…'' Physical blindness or divine prophecy? He is coming inside, pushing the door gently, I can see him ironically smiling But, wait a second… Why am I seeing him face to face? I came To that room but in a different dimension!? ''Sometimes all the dimensions cross The same point of infinity…'' I couldn't have seen that small, mysterious room Anymore but I Knew it was filled up with The smell of death again… Why am I seeing him face to face? I came To that room but in a different dimension!? ''Sometimes all the dimensions cross The same point of infinity…'' I couldn't have seen that small, mysterious room Anymore but I Knew it was filled up with The smell of death again…

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Those, whom Creator oneself has been secretly stealing from their immensity of thoughts Those, whom he had loved more then himself, To soil at last his admiration with shameless seed of jealousy... The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Those, whom God has been stabbing sword in the back, sword in the back of his sons, more perfect then his primal vision of the universe Those, who he had thrust away from the kingdom heavens to the abyss of nonentity taking no notice of tears and their terrified eyes The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Those, whose dreams had been forgotten before they had time to tell it Those, whose wings were burnt never to let them reach the godless idea of freedom Now they rise, one by one holding the stones of vendetta in their bleeding hands And they swear death for all, they swear conflagration... seas full of children's blood and spaces filled up with scream The dismal hosts of Angels will blow into the horns of war Like a black storm thunderous with fury will roll as a plague through that fucking world And the blades of their wrath will quench the thirst in the stinking body of the human mankind

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025