Disentomb
EP • 2024
I was born with these visions of drear inside me To be cast downwards into the sands of this earthly realm I awaken covered in dust, the skies here are such strange colours Breathing fills me with embers Is this a hallucination? When I try to speak it burns like I have a mouth full of venom What am I doing here? Blinded by the eclipse inside It is difficult to understand my purpose A search for why leads to hatred of idols My eyes sink inwards Shrouds must be removed from their faces in the light they will see scabs covering their prophet, dragged out from the tomb As I lay my eyes upon the disciples I understand what my true purpose is… to breathe fire into gods Know my name Burn down their statues as I - as I turn my gaze upwards Consumed by all grief as they - as they turn their gaze downwards The heavens declared themselves absent of a messenger to shepherd those into a false sense of purity Now I will claim the black throne of deceit The abolishment of symbols of faith will mark the rise of a new gray morning. They will soon know my name Know my name
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Man is a failed creature born from these wounds Doomed to see the bleak consume all their humanity They built machines that have condemned them to an existence of eternal sickness With their sight turned downwards only to see each other jeer and scowl, and drench themselves further into the mud Man is a failed creature When the black begins, you can hear the forked tongue hiss Whеn the black begins, you can hear thе forked tongue hiss Through the mist screeches echo Their forms arrange in the growing shadows and the fading sunlight begins to spew serpents Bear witness the immolation of what we thought was life The nails driven into the palms grasping for saviours But all we can do is stare into the void of our own making The melancholy of our species is an inherent trait Hear the forked tongue hiss When the black begins, the forked tongue hisses
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 07, 2026
Lies so broken they eat at me inside In the mind of humanity death is only a gift from up above How wrong they were Calling for their surrender into the dirt I found myself at the void's edge Rising from obscurity I will tear down false idols through the fire Upheaval through the death of icons Bleeding from the crown into oblivion Disgraceful ornaments, adorn their bodies Deivore traits defined - frenzy Angels sing revelations, while I feast on their souls eurgh No God Unconquered Lies so broken they eat at me inside In the mind of humanity death is only a gift from up above How wrong they were Calling for their surrender into the dirt I found myself at the void's edge Rising from obscurity I will tear down false idols I will breathe hellfire upon the flesh I will breathe hellfire upon the followers I will breathe hellfire onto their symbols of salvation I will breathe hellfire into the jaws of gods I will breathe hellfire upon the flesh of the immaculate I will breathe hellfire into the jaws of gods The howling void expands into this world My horns stand as the monument of grief I, the conqueror of all you believe The tusks of bleakened cherubs rise from the ash
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Severed souls from their false idols An avalanche of soil buries the hands that grasp for the answers The choirs sing hymns of isolation Severed souls Catharsis was a promise to cut incisions into their faith Through their tusks, they spew forth clouds of gloom that etch memories into our minds from angelic entities that withered to dust long ago This is why we will always suffer from fear Our nature is to gaze upwards and besiege the heavens I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke from the fires I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke from the fires I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke Their hollow eyes stare back at me Nothing Above I stared into the eyes of god and they were hollow There is nothing above - only the plumes of smoke There is Nothing Above
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
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