Trumpeting Ecstasy

Sample: Werner Herzog in Burden of Dreams "It's just... Nature here is vile and base. Of course, there's a lot of misery. But it is the same misery that is all around us. The trees here are in misery." Once more we're thrust into the vacuum of God's yawning maw A dream of human debt repaid In fear you live and breath and wait and sleep Chambers under asphalt buried far beneath the boiling streets There is not a hand to save you from the hunter's net Society is a blister on the skin of the planet Man is a pustule on the face of the Earth Grace is a harbor for human ugliness Free will is a barrel in the celestial mouth When Atom splits and the genome melts, will Cain cradle Abel? Sudden death

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Break their bands asunder and cast away their cords from us (2x) In my heart, the sadness wells and in my eyes, the fell of fells Cast me down and lift them up, oh, Lord Almighty! (4x) Within these blessed bonds, we tear, we tear, we swell, we ebb

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

A dream of transcendence An act of piety An inscrutable face An iron curtain Chemical dispersal Dreams made real A lone sphinx, no longer bound Guiding blindly forward to glory and agony At the hands of angels, a mass murderer is free The gift of peace, delivered discretely A lone sphinx, it's a time for battery All hearts stop and point to One! (8x) Peace delivered Chemical dispersal Mass murderer To glory

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

A lifetime of emptiness A landmine underfoot, a shining light, awash and lifting Tone burnt brain, whispering and wandering Flesh slabs stacked, in stance belonging Oculum hallucinantur Grasped at chance, baleful yearning The restlessness of pining servants Fidem mendaces, fidem stulti Shining light awash and stark shone against a black whippet trunk Beaming white, "All matter is just the devil crawling back to God." Turn away and turn towards tone burnt beings crawling and probing Beaming white, "All matter is just the devil crawling back to God." Faith redoubled, distance standing Blistering against the miles of desert Spiritual deprivation, spiritual destruction No God or harmony, no bliss, no empathy Just a lifetime of emptiness and a belly of regret

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

In the cacophony of hammering flesh I cannot hear a thing within this prison Living in this digital cell Cawing at these earless wrought bars Infinite loops of regressive code Spinning down like lead sinkers A regurgitating loop Echoes of snow and static welling in

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

“The bones of man. The brittle remnants of cosmic elements that once made him wonder if matter was Lucifer upward groping back to his God. And yet now, he knew better.” Leaning forward, hands awash Hands clasped on smoldering sage and thyme You would give them everything You would give them anything On bent knees, crawling back to God On bent knees, crawling back As the twig is bent, the bough is shaped One is many and many are one The blood of Abel cries out from the ground On bent knees, crawling back to God On your bent knees, crawling back

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Time pretense shatters harmony A mirror of savage remembrance, a hole of immeasurable intolerance A sprite careens. A kamikaze bled dry Into the river. On the muddy banks If it whispers, it bends. If it harks, it is alone Time pretense shatters harmony Veins course with the memories of a present we've forgotten

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Walls collapse on the city of refuge Under the enormity of its own violence Roads bend slowly in on themselves with the sorrow of generations Buildings stained pitch black. Lean in The carcass of time glazing over They bite and latch at the throat of morality Strangle and smother the future of all Gnawing at old flesh, barking at the sun Within Armageddon, humans eat each other Their teeth pull and tear at the chords of memory Gore the human soul. Dowse the human spirit Man will fail. Man will always fail

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Digesting what's left. Shrieking through an ashen mesh Carving at what is. Peeling back a festering scab Displacing cosmic purpose. Dirty needles in the vein Generations the same. Climbing and falling at her feet Eating what's been taken. Feasting at her table Tongues gone on unchecked. Voices felt unbridled Existence lined with ease. All taken for granted Carrion dogs sifting through the smoldering rubble The Earth shrugs off the corpse of our species The forest vomits our remains into the dust Machines collapse onto charred burning limbs Shafts of steel thrust us towards the vault The cell rejects the intruding pathogen The bliss of extinction and nothing more The planet sings sweetly of empty chambers Of a future without the threat of species Earth shrugs off the corpse of our species The forest vomits our remains into the dust The cell rejects the intruding pathogen The planet singing sweetly of death

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Eternal happiness clapped in irons Eternal happiness, mighty strikes Break their bands asunder Cast away their cords from us Cadence of horror Pull the hammer fast Pull the scalp back Atop the ashes of one thousand ghosts Tall and gleaming Judas millennia Perhaps tomorrow, your trumpet will sound Perhaps tomorrow Perhaps never

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

God gave you the spirit of fear Bound you soundly to the trunk of the world It's a rudiment of your mutilation, an ancient relic in your failing heart Illogical horror Massive hemorrhage Harmonic silence Where the barbs have dug in, where the nettles are latching The wound of wounds In the heart's clutch, held withstanding Trumpeting ecstasy But God gave you the spirit of fear! Bound you tightly to the trunk of this Earth It's a rudiment of your mutilation, a broken trinket in your ailing mind Illogical horror Trumpets blaring Massive hemorrhage Harmonic silence Tepid muddied fountain swallows us with the rest of the dregs At the cauldron's bottom, within the black vault In an endless sea of black rote, we've lost. We've lost Where the barbs have dug in, where the nettles are latching The wound of wounds We've lost, we're losing When the trumpet sounds in ecstasy The wound of wounds We've lost, we're losing

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025