Elil

In our haste we crowned a king In our haste we bore his sin In our haste we saw him god In our haste; born again Not in life but words of fiction Another fable carved in stone His crucifix a graven image Impotent faith, to die alone A bastard son of a bastard god Stolen saviors of ancient tome Misshapen idols in manmade temples A bloodied hand across our mouths Man the martyr; self appointed king Lied in blood this selfish sin Cast aside our sanity The trinity of filth and lies His majestic pestilent form A rotted visage of our vanity A cross a star a glyph Burnt into our flesh From our untimely birth Cast upon us until death And so we stand, ever waiting the end Eyes skyward, ever waiting the end Vacuous words read by naïve eyes Coaxed out of pages, best forgotten Cast a trillion shadows in their wake Lay waste to all that we know Bloated apes feign ignorance Cloth to hide our guilt the stems Our murderous nature in pastel rouge This morality we attempt to fain Man built God creates the veil It hangs before us all and waits Those who choose its warm caress Dignify this empty fate angelic mythos cracked in the kiln Shards embedded in the mouths of liars Charged nature as unfit disfigured the sanctity of love Tore down all that is good, all that is whole

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Blessed be thy torment; Bound to the cadaver of the righteous Our dutiful dead; Dispose of this land in renewed valour For we have slain the pitiful Scoured this repugnant plain With our cleansing touch With vigour I blind my sight Tranquil I resign my fate Willing I cut my loins For you have bled for us You have died for us Bind up thy wicked tongues Sew shut her shameful lust Burn up the sodomites For they have wronged you They have opposed you Our vainglorious divinity Fertile manure of the oppressed Seething in cruor of the devout Lives shed in adoration of you Pardon the meek inheritance Your words blanch skin bleach white Cast out all other creeds Gomorra filth; worthless kin Darwin's soiled grievance Truth outweighed by the dumb No reason in his domain The deafening throng The rapturous ascent Of lives left in forfeit Our last lament This selfish appraisal Lives lifted above Bereft of all love

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Fu inlé; these clouds bode ill From the earth we ran out; That eve, that heralded night For Man came knocking at our doors Sank teeth within our homes In those quiet hours, where the elil ruled The sky, the ground, our thoughts We prayed for pity but received none We gasped for breath But no breath came Forgive us el ahrairah! Prophet of two faces; deceitful, delirious Right hand of embleer frith, Bore down on us all Scattering minds like skeleton leaves Hrair thethuthinnang Weak willed we were, incoherent Frith the lagging star, hung on pitch fork lies Weak willed we were, incoherent Slay him down deific abhorrence slay him down Frith lies still in charred soil we silflay upon his bones dance in his carrion eyes tare his flesh with ideas bore within him like worms bore within him like worms Frith the lagging star, hung on pitch fork lies Weak willed we were, incoherent Slay him down Embellished with caustic runes Buried cities, burrow graves We stand in ragged rows Tharn Eyes sullen with loss Disembodied he wanders the wastes Three headed elil Frith, ahrairah, inlé Baying for our heed Cloying at our arms eyes wet with tears But we will not cry for you We will not cry for you We march in atrophy His hands still claw and swoon Sombre we tread In quiet regress Amidst the fallen Friend and fetid foe Their blood smears as one And so our cause is whole Warrens yawn wide Engulf us all in tow We will lie here Beside these vanquished souls We never ceased feeling We only opened our eyes Ended half said prayers this fallen lord we vilify

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025