After the Fall

"The infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile, Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind" Milton: Paradise Lost (Book I 22-26).

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Aidenn falls, chaos' son rises through the gate of eternal fire He satiates our lust and nurtures our primeval desires Inscribing our finality through spiritual cataclysm Consecrating our vanity; binding us to gods of materialism We spiral through the labyrinthine madness Truth subsides in the nepenthe of false shamans Anaesthetized and subdued Destined to an opaque reality The righteous path obscured We wage our atonement for a beguiling divinity We spiral through the labyrinthine madness Truth subsides in the nepenthe of false shamans He rests on the ashes of a dying world Azrael shadows the gaze of the fading sun

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Screams of oblivion shadow the sun The breed of Tartarus Slayer of Balaam descends Cast down to the snake wreathed margins of Sheol Animating in subterfuge Like the hound that bestrides the Witch of Endor You roam the bottomless pit of Hades You exult at the moans of a 1000 whores Trading their souls for torment and gore Forsaking virtue for decadence Their sunken eyes wide with greed They worship your deceit crawling at your feet Vengeance is your father Slander, your bride We delight at the misfortune of one another Our sins, your pride Your hands carved the annihilation of Hiroshima You danced on the graves of the dead at Srebrenica Your voice echoed from the blazing guns at Vladivostok The sheep who cradle final solutions; your flock For 40 days you mocked the Redeemer Yet your enthronement shall never be fulfilled For while we the weak and pitiful succumb and falter He shall stand forever supreme and tall Vengeance is your father Slander, your bride We delight at the misfortune of each other Our sins, your pride

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

"Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace...But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings. And you will go out and leap like calves released from the stall. Then you will trample down the wicked; they will be ashes under the soles of your feet on the day when I do these things". Malachi 4:1.

Soaring from the carrion realm Sundering the seal of Almadel Betroth to the antinomy of divine might Lucifuge Refocale; he who flees from the light Ars goetia; hierarchy of damnation Forging evanescent empires through lust Ascended from the circle of conjuration Devouring honour; defiling trust Vanguards of the void; faceless wooden pawns Saluting the creed of greed; killing the hand that feeds Worshipping the cult of impulse; slaves to the serpent's will Anthropogenesis; novo ordo nihil Mangled realities spewn from the liar of the daemon whore The insanity spirals to pristine hyperborean shores Bleak and forlorn, the dusk moon glow fleetingly shades your woe Chimeral gargoyles sneer at your failings; you can only reap what you sow Bound to a cadaverous conscience Eidolons cast to the otherworld Chastising the wisdom of the ageless sage Star fires doused by the mesmerising haze

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Deserted in oceans of absence Where sirens laud wondrous ephemeral souls We remain moored at the edge Of the broken sands of time Transcending the insidious calm We steer toward the unwalled kingdom of Damear As our final hour approaches The hopelessness still draws ever so near Enthralled by the haunting sighs of Armida Star of the crescent sands Our faith ebbs in the seducing beauty of her impassioned kiss Frail and bare, our sanity abates The essence of meaning escapes us Our dreams sear and die In the embrace of the hollow sun Our solicitude prejudiced Our hunger abounds The days of pain still linger The suffering does not subside Piety and ebullience eclipsed The bleakness abounds Dystopia ruptures our hypnotic slumber Where the doom is our only trusted companion and guide Enchanted by the charms of the unknowable We take refuge in the treacherous lure of her lips

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Unscathed by the scourges of the ages Scrying through the navel of the earth Regaling the enlightened by the gift of his aegis He journeys at will through the parallax between life and death He beacons the passage to the ivory throne He is the clavicle to the singular truth etched in stone He has wept while the destroyer rejoiced at the fall of man at Babylon But dreams of the triumphant return of God holding the head of Tyrus at Eschaton He is the sage; discarded and ridiculed by man His words resound to our inescapable end We have scorned his warnings and pitied his ways His revelational sight cannot hinder our perpetual daze The cleansing of winds of endtime draw ever so closer The Valley of Megiddo will soon be his abode The aftermath's quietude caresses his being For he knows that the virtuous have been spared from he anguish he forebode

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

"He was despised and rejected by men...a man of sorrows" (Isaiah 58:3) Demiurge; Demigod of deception Monarch of the apostate pantheon Genealogy of betrayal Procreator of damnation Guardian of the nefarious legion Transgressor; usurper Begetting the seed of Cain Harvesting the souls of the pure Consorting and blinding the fallen will Preying on the frailty of the vain The misguided worship your sins Parading idols and embracing dogmas of treason Yet He has come for His forsaken kin [Behold] the Rising Phoenix - the man of eternal sorrow He rises above dying embers of battle ravaged lands Man reborn from the womb of blood thirsty hands The sword of justice falls on those who murder, maim and rape Blood red skies mark the plains where the innocent die without dignity The misguided worship your sins Parading idols and embracing dogmas of treason Yet He has come for His forsaken kin The suffering servant - He is the forever-changing season

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Reborn each dawn Across the morning river dews And myriad, ever-spring hues of Mibor Riding the eye of the storm The bringer of light (stealing the night) Adversary to the avenging captor Armored by the crowning faith Into the womb of the damned, the iniquitous land Sworn to shield the blood of the Saviour A gladius of virtue clasped with pride Lucifer dethroned, Satan writhes and cries Ending the scourge of the serpent tempter Rise Metatron Rise! Receiver of souls Your tears weighed by the transgressions of man Awake blessed angel Child of the fire mist Forever in hell the legions of legematon shall burn Reaching for the Sun The seasons of renewal set sail Over impervious, cruel winter seas Bestowing hope to the sinners' pleas

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025