Down IV, Part II
Savior Poison Symbol Mankind's weakened sum Arms and a trunk Burned into the sun Skepticism Tilt it Summit Blackened Perched in Black windows for miles The stare of the sky Blinding devised Crumble the site Force it down Blame kept it uninvolved forever (Uninvolved forever) The answer to droll prayers Grid-tilted upside down for pleasure (Upside down for pleasure) Inversion of the fixture I said diversion sans elixir And the steeple will fall Pleased fleece Gleam ceased Drone spell Bellowed then snatched form Portents of storm Eclipse the sun Insects amok Hate it but Embrace Fate's wake Downswinging Rat relegation Thriving the shun There's more than one Faith under the sun Frame one now Truth kept us uninvolved forever (Uninvolved forever) The answer to droll prayers Faith tilted upside down for pleasure (Upside down for pleasures) Inversion of the failures Excursion cell of jailers And their steeples will fall Heirs of the late Have been searching high and low High and low for you and I I said the steeple will fall And the people will crawl Steeple will fall Steeple will fall Steeple will fall Steeple will fall Steeple will fall Steeple will fall Steeple will fall
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 06, 2026
Can't do it Two, three, go Distrust the artist Sane enough to be hanged From troubled treetops Word of debt omit Was it not good enough? A ten-year steep decline Tangled in a mother's mother's mother A history of a brother Distrust the artist Sane enough to be blind Genius eccentric Sympa-fucking-thetic Hedonistic headlock Versus older better time Consumed with another other's other Ripped out of hearts of brothers (It's one or the other) Distrust the artist Self-extorted anxiety Subsidence into lethargy Self-confessed defeat Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck (Killing our heads and the body did die) Wise up, good luck Wise up, good luck
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 06, 2026
Hogshead, matted bastard Loading pitchforks for war World brain bite me Blood red corner is the head of the dog Head of the dog Lantern of spotlight habit Caved in like an eggshell World brain bite me Blood mist color in the head of a hog Making a devil right Palm leaf wizard's smite rides on Said making a devil right Annul the deep malign Put a match to the prisons But the damned can't burn despite Put a hammer to the human The reap biding its time drops Dogshead matter factor Caved in pitchforks of war World brain bite me Blood red corner is the head of the dog World brain bite me Blood mist color in the head of a hog
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 06, 2026
Snort the powder of Ibn Ghazi Line up on ash, trembling swiftly Weekly rising, tangle of lifemares summoned Stripping it clean, drag it clear into the system A blind business that blinds A voice that's not a voice Waiting in the low place Serpent suffocation winds to the feet Beware the conjure Beware the conjure The bulk of mortals walk alone with Eidolon unseen and foul Bend the Magus, thrash the fatuous, dread the strike that smites As a foulness be the corpus at your throat Inside the rock under the deeps Dead conundrums, blood's in dreams Expectation of a blow Serpent submission winds to the feet It's all the conjure Narcomancy Blasphemy is addicted dream Vainglorious, spreads death on Narcomancy Cut off spectrum, intercourse A terrible thing to hear No earth born free fall, nothing sane of this fear Now the wisdom is born without guidance A blind business that blinds A choice without choice Waiting in the low place Serpent suffocation winds to the feet Beware the conjure Beware the conjure Beware the conjure Beware the conjure Beware the conjure Because, in the end, you will find out You cannot win
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 06, 2026
One, two, three, go Dark of December Lying with wraith of the dying times Ooh yeah Cries in unison sing With the sufferer's breathing spoil Match that fleeting's toil And catch the fleeing soul And open the gatefold graves 'Cause I hate this time of year A recall of long-gone names I said I hate this time of year Through the suffering all Stark doom impendor Draught in home and tomb entwine Oh yeah I said, cries in unison sing With the sufferer's heaving lull Match that beating's toll And catch the fleeing soul (Catch the fleeing soul) Falling from an attic Helped to feet dead Falling from an attic Helped to feet dead I said one, two, fuck you Dark of December Rattle shrunken over glazing eyes Oh yeah I said cries in unison sing With the sufferer's breathing spoil Match that fleeting toil And catch the fleeing soul If you can Open the gatefold graves I said I hate this time of year To visit the ghosted names 'Cause I hate this time of year Through the suffering all I hate this time of year Through the suffering all I said I hate this time of year Through the suffering all I fucking hate this time of year Falling from an attic Helped to feet dead Falling from an attic Helped to feet dead Cries in unison sing Years count Cries in unison sing Years count Cries in unison sing Years count Cries in unison sing Years count
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 06, 2026
Wringing of bodies, rang of lurid Glade of swamp extent vast and degraded here Worshiper's mass motion, left to right Deeper fleur-de-lis-soaked institution Unfamiliar Chill the listener, drain the blister A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia Creeping older fetishism laggard Of New Orleans horde de rigueur for mention Monday's repetition of Sunday's Is more easily planned than it is performed Born familiar Chilled distiller Follow it wrecked en masse Passing the glass, slaking the mass A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia Falling ruin zenith poison Stooping at each doorway's quasi customs Knocked off feet cult-mull degenerate Dread the needed gloom under one domed roof Unfamiliar Chill the blister Drain the listener Born familiar Chilled distiller Passing the glass, slaking the mass A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia There is an ocean waiting And the wind blows And the wind blows There is an ocean waiting And the wind blows And the wind blows There is an ocean waiting And the wind blows And the wind blows There is an ocean waiting And the wind blows And the wind blows And the wind blows And the wind blows And the wind blows And the wind blows There is an ocean waiting And the wind blows And the wind blows And the wind blows And the wind blows Cry me a grave
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 06, 2026