The Confessor

A long shadow is cast upon me When the moon captures the sky Blackened splendor opens before me Evil's beauty now perfectly enshrined I gaze into the nothingness above And dream of those who sleep below Their fortune has been honored To be as them I hunger The gift of death will greet me With a wide open bloody heart I beg the nightsky for its caress Grant me passage to eons beyond A cry of mourning descends from the sky The mountains quake as it draws near And there a shining eye glimmers I fall into the eternal spiral Deep in my dream of death I find two roads One for rebirth The other for the end With no delay I choose the road of our destruction Nothing is lost When hope descends to hell Nothing is remembered

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Power – it radiates from the source Drawing the seekers inside Altars are drawn beneath their feet Harken the bellowing abyss Above forsaken seas Black storms are conjured Unending crushing waves Crimson waters cast in grey Sacrificed as infants to this shrine Our blood satisfied the caller Lifeless, and cradled in his arms We and they now bound Now cries the king of men Unsaved in his bloodied weep With mouths torn agape Unforced from heaven’s gate New eyes burgeon forth Unknowing in their departure The eyes defiled Tied together about the arms Seekers forever blinded and wandering Unpitied and crawling from heaven’s gate

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The blood of christ latches to the soul Like a worm deep in a dog’s intestine Burrowing, infesting Rendering the host void The infection binds from deep within His grasp tight around the wrists Mankind cries out In the fever dreams of madmen and prophets But the might of death Shall not be defeated By false light of christ Nor the empty words of prophet Suffer! the light has never shone New life will not befall Suffer! the fear of death Brings the godly to their knees Death's victory over life assured Yet the infected still diminish The entirety of being Cowards in the face of the abyss But the might of death Shall not be defeated By false light of christ Nor the empty words of prophet Suffer! the light will never shine Eternal life will not befall Suffer! the fear of death Will bring the godly to their knees In the blink of all mortal life Would they see the feted lie? As they step across the gate In silvery gown, trumpets ablaze The last breath comes They see the awaited dream A dream of life to live anew Swollen, the parasite falls aside Their heaven but black unbirth

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

All roads lead north Whether dirt, stone or asphalt Some are hidden from sight And lay buried beneath the earth Some wind 'round trees Others up mountain sides Through fields of peasant graves With stone crosses raised high I stopped on such a road The moon shone overhead I dug the soil by hand And found a hidden path In sleepless solitude i wandered Beneath the roots and barren ground Until my eyes were blinded by white The inverted sun was bright upon my skin A grey sun radiated With a cold ring of cobalt I touched the flame And was absorbed into the light I awoke upon the grass Under a cross of stone I laid there 'til the sun died And the earth was swallowed whole All roads long forgotten And all had turned to ash Through fields of burning graves With stone crosses crumbled I stopped on such a road With nothing overhead I dug the ash by hand And found a hidden path

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The fountain of disease Spills forth and ruptures Despair eternal Burdens the waker Dissent engulfs An unseeing burning sky Forgotten offers That defile creation So long ago Those that passed before Rejected the offer Of those revered The ancient ones Who heard the offer Denied his word In one thousand tongues In unrealized dreams We tread the bridge of blood A joyous revelry Of our unhuried exile Born of the moon's dissent For reflective posture Our ancient desires Breed in his holy absence Oh, the world! Feel not but our embrace Encircle your bodies Writhe in his departure Consume his flesh As though it were your own See here not the divine And feel the cancer of time

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Buried in salted barren land My tomb a lie of oppressors Seek me here as errant proof That the burden still endures Uncountable forgotten dreams We cross the bridge of death I see them all before me Storm forever towards the end We sacrificial ibex Foretold this earthly cremation Blasphemic revelries The scourge of his creation These venomous tormentors Cannibal believers Their fate betrayed Haunted by the lies of their fathers On the day of my death When the demons whisper Harshly into my ear I will hear their dripping words Through echoes filled not with grief Renewed in the strength of martyrs A cry of triumph bellows Declaring his holy reign has fallen On the day of my death When the demons whisper Harshly into my ear I will follow their call Forge the path to oblivion Seeking not the path of liars Building there upon his past For the knower of time endures Entombed by the seal In fallen crypts of ancient stone As those before us have endeavored We come forth and unbury the dead

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I stared silently at night To watch the bitter snow fall White static set against a violet sky As the last crystal fell I closed the iron gate My heart stoic, frozen in time I wandered alone to the bog Through the mist and fallen trees To see if severed hands would float Submerging into the deep I felt her fingers slip away They will be buried there Forgotten, decayed 'til time comes again that I have need Would we confess? No, never confess How I wish that you could share in my grief To taste the bile that spills as poison from my lips It's the fluid that flows through my veins Then you could taste what I truly am Only after knowing loneliness Can our true selves be revealed

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025