Hypnagogia

These words I write you shall know: This horror that is inside me, the disharmonic flow. Will death finally take me in or again just pass me by? Traverse the air, so silent when it's pointless (you) never asked me why. Turn back, they'll turn blue skies black. Singe your eyes just to see it, there is no going back. Faint, thunderous and pitiless, failed miracles so hopeless. Absent pharaoh, god and king, killing for them is not a sin. When creation fails for all, but me. Where creation fails to set me free. My blood, their blood, into a rusted sea. Victory measured by pain, why does happiness seem too feign...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Once I feared I would not kill, I've seen their eyes evolve into mine. They prayed to one, it felt oh, so quiet, for pain to become their patron Saint. On this holy ground is where secrets end. When death is an equal friend. We have only tangled the ties that bind. I followed a messiah when I was blind. See the river of time twisting in front of me.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Turn back, they've turned your blue skies black. The only light that shines will burn you, this is your final chance to flee. Only the dead seem to find rest. A tree without a forest. Remember most of all, (the) first to slain are the frail and weak. Through and through, absolute truth and definite lies, equal to each other are equal to all things. I could see it, smell it, taste it, yet the creeping clouds fell to the earth. As if a phenomenal wall transformed into a quickened horizon. Pulling us closer toward the warming sun. Attached to this flesh, once was skin is now mesh. I witnessed light from those who died, ascended to a failed divide... The light that's given to us, a hell for hell, it's never glorious. To end here would compromise a legacy.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Whispers it all can end, carnage never chooses sides. Will they ever find me then, will I have a next of kin? The hypnotic voice can lead you to a certain end. Sacrifice is fine. Waiting to be blessed by the tyrant's hand. Sending us the chosen few. Just as the anticipation grew, I knew it was them or I. So clear, so real. I see the river, I feel a shiver. Slow end, slow fall. Here it comes, here it stands. It's here, the end. Please let me go, let me die. Please let me go, let me, please let me....go.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025