Through Lung and Heart

Oh, Brethren... how far have we come? And furthermore, how far will we go? Until the very last shard is broken And merged Only to be broken again Perpetually The Sanctified Decomposition! To shatter the very cell until it rests in the intended form In nothing. In everything Complete us...Degrade us! Rest assured Our passion is fulfilled in the very root of our own absence. Therefore the point of potential is reached when we are shattered in you. And you in us. And all in singularity. Let us sing in the choir of the cleansing fire. Break us...Release us! Only to merge again in nothing

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Worms! You who feast upon the soil of the lost son of Earth. You will perish in your gluttony! When you flesh becomes redundant. You will be devoured by your own insolence! Then the very air you breathe will burn and blister your skin And your sight will bleed out. There will be no light left for your kind. Perish!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Thou lost spirit. Tell me of how you searched. Found and went through the Black Flame. To eat of His idol Was it replenishing? To conquer the malign sensation Of the profound blood. And tell me how you were intoxicated By the boiling chalice. Was it to dim your vision... ...or rather clear it? And last...tell me was it the point where you came to see That the heavy climb higher... ...the one so weary... Had never soothe you But had only grasped you lower. You are acursed, spirit And hence you walk the earth Drink of the blood Eat of the idol Until shattered

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Oh, hear the gospel of the slit throat; How all words vanish in complete harmony. And they speak in perfect silence. More than was ever given for them to pronounce. And their eyes, empty as they are. See more than was ever granted for them to see. Those who now dream in abysmal dimensions. Those who suffocated in their endless adulation. Were broken by the supreme void. Their suffering is what drives them; It is brought to the extent Where they overcome zealotry And truly become a part of death. Slowly as their earthly carcasses vaporize in their graves. They dream of becoming once again. And their dreams are of suffering!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

And so... The spear impales the gate. And the light shines through the hole. And all twists towards a certain center... Even the air And the very skies The firmament is on fire... Surrender yourself, for your heart is ready And the eye opens Light of an aeon Fire of unknown terror Shine through Lung and Heart for I am ready Truly, the eye opens! A compulsive voice Which trembles even the samllest detail of the soul; You must return But you will never return So teh psyche merges into the fire What was matters no more For now you have become terror The devourer of it all Shine through me For I will never return

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025