Deiform

Her veins drink smoke from the lowest fire Great birds draw maps upon her skin Her wound spread open like a flower Prepared to let the poison in. Heavens scepter and crown of the gods Yet we stand unblessed Blood of the sun, yet doomed to call dawn The Twilight of the Flesh Lust and sloth mixed with avarice Hear us cheering on our own demise Unearned pride upon envy's path When all we need is a pinch of wrath Will you bend among the bending or Will you sell your garment and buy a sword? How long must we stand here Unblessed in this twilight of the flesh? How can we raise altars on our blood Among the temples of a foreign god? How can our roar be heard In His house if that roar is the roar of a mouse? How can we stand with a faith made to crawl? How can we rise with a creed made to fall? Forever doomed to kneel before the possessed... Or is this just a test? Her eyes are words of light unspoken Black milk still dripping from her chin Stripped bare and dragged into the open, For all to see the poison win

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak- And hear, O earth, the words of my mouth For I have been granted the sight of a god! The strength of a mountain and the will of a flood Moons fear my shadow and suns envy my glare I am the great shift: the great transformation of the spheres... First light of the last day Behold O ye heavens as I ignite – And see O earth, the flames of my throat – For I have been given dominion over the ancient embers, The glands of liquid rock And the chasms of the world – I am the burning shroud of the end-times, The raging torch of the final dawn.... First flame of the last pyre – Here and now begins the age of fire. Give ear, O ye heavens and I will speak – And hear, O men the crack of my whip For I have been granted the vision of a great throne! A great seat of stone and of pale tyrannic might: A hundred winters wide and a thousand funerals high – I am the crown of destruction, the golden god of life and death.... First wound of the last hour. Give ear, O heavens and I will speak – And hear O earth the words of my mouth The stutter of my thunder and the roar of my doubt For I have been struck with the rod of clarity, Hewn asunder by Ocram's rusty axe – The hymns are fading: I fall and I bleed, while cursing the fact... That it was all just a dream The crown is melting; I fall to my knees while cursing the fact... That it was all just a dream – While cursing the fact... That it was all just a dream – While cursing the fact... That it was all just a dream

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

In here, the glass has no hour – In here, the shadow has lost its length In here, our old spells are void of power: The hand of credence has lost its strength Beast of burden or wolf without fear? All the same, we are all lambs in here. In here, no hymn is worth reciting: The vault of heaven has been reshaped All the teachings of the land can now be fit into this hand All the dogmas of the world can now be fit into this pearl In here, your maps bring no meaning In here, your symbols have lost their weight In here, the air itself is bleeding For we have come to watch reality break We must now teach the self how to die – We must explode in imploding genocide In here, no creed is worth upholding The ancient lodestar has been replaced Now, embrace the merging of the Nothing and the I For in order to be reborn something has to die. In here, all wings smell life falling In here, death has a different taste In here, all fears will keep evolving Until the world has won back its shape And soon, vast demons will move freely in our midst Verily I say into you: They will not be as promised In here, no ghost is worth chasing The image of God has been defaced All the preachings of the land – Can now be fit into this hand All the dogmas of the world – Can now be fit into this pearl All the teachings of the earth Can now be uttered with one word – All the doctrines of the world Can now be fit into this urn

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Forgotten ash, children of the urn; Lifeless song from lifeless choir, Unavenged ghosts begging to return... As foreshadows of holy anger Silhouettes of wrath divine – I am the moth of demonic hunger That ageless thirst for the poisoned wine – The grave is feeding, devouring; inhaling whirls of life, As monuments of stone and copper are being raised along my spine Now rise and sing with joy, for I come... With glad tidings of pious ire and gospels of rushing death – A lump of flesh evolved by fire and with blunt trauma blessed – I am the shadow, the great ox standing upon your chest, As the last ride is growing higher – Never again shall the flood rest Anthems of ash Nothing left to burn Long-dead psalm from long-dead fire – Faith beyond death: Children of the urn In heatless rites of absolution and inverted alchemy Shall I turn these angels of prostitution Into demons of chastity For I am winter, the blind snow! Yes I am the dead tree But only that which was never born Can truly be considered free And every eye shall bleed and then shut. So, take this bell and ring it in the darkness; Stand and greet its backwards dawn Give praise and sing for the blind with gladness, While I unhinge my jaws The boils are bleeding, festering – Does Job fear God for naught? Or will we find the light revealing That in this realm I am but a thought? Now gather round, for I come... With a new light from an old tongue

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

He that hath eyes to see, let him see And he that hath ears to hear, let him hear, The gospel of the great bleeding ahead: The rage of the unborn and The wrath of the dead For have we not sold their bonds For shreds of false fulfillment? Yes, we have sold their bonds for pleasure! And we have sold their blood for hollow sounds of laud.... Ancient holy essence for puffs of weightless gold – Yes weightless is the coin of Satan: Weightless is its dead warmth Would you know the Devil if Hell was a place of comfort? Would you know damnation if Hell was a state of satisfaction? In flames of risk-free battle, would you know the Devil If Hell was a bed of unearned rest? Would you know who to blame if Hell was A ball of flesh kept in place....with hooks of hunger? He that hath eyes to see, let him see And he that hath blood to bleed, let him bleed For have we not sold our veins for barren chants of praise? All that you hold must be paid for again And again our scars must be counted And again our truths must stand up and gird for war All smiles must be measured and weighed on scales of woe Would you know the Devil if Hell was a vault of latent deeds? Would you know who to praise if Hell was A wreath of lust torn from grace...with hooks of hunger?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

In these yet mortal hands The seed of the Deiform Earthly keys for heavenly doors: Divine maul for gateless walls Creations lamp no longer hidden Oh, glorious light of the forbidden For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, Then your eyes shall be opened and ye shall be as gods For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, Then your eyes shall be opened as ye shall be as gods On this yet-harmless tongue, The secrets of the universe Unsung chasms form and reform: Unsung light guards the eye of the storm And that light shall replace our lungs And our psalms will become as suns Cantate Domino canticum novum Cantate et benedicite nomini eius For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, Then your eyes shall be opened as ye shall be as gods ...knowing good and evil

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Shapeless clusters of temples turned into pyres Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire Numb and crippled by the poisoned song of the masses With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss But a new song shall rise From the dirt That will awaken the fires Of the rebirth Crumbling altars of gods reduced into vermin Barren echoes from when leading turned into herding Deformed offspring of a people sworn to the madness With eyes aglow, we shall watch it plunge into darkness But a new song shall rise... From the mud that will restore the might...of the blood Stones of false glow to sink us deep into slumber For fear that these coils of shame should turn into hunger Stones of false weight to grind our teeth into fine dust In case these loops of hate should suddenly turn into bloodlust But a new song shall rise... From the dirt that will awaken the fire... of the rebirth Shapeless cluster of temples turned into pyres Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire – Numb and crippled by the poison song of the masses, With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss But a new song shall rise... From the mud that will restore the might...of the blood

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025