Mechanism Masochism

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Blood from our blood flesh from our flesh spirit from our spirit death from our grace now it's the downfall of Jezira. they may try it all their lives to become a bit like us they may live a million years but they will never understand for in darkness we rule for in ages we roam for in silence we grow and we wait a dark fire we'll be a cold floating stream an impermeable fog a galaxy a miracle we are, unforgettable. a promise unspoken, a curse the gods have left the burning heavens, the angels have fallen to earth and died now it's the downfall of Jezira.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

And me, as demons dance between the stars and our secrets, I am the centre of the world. So woe betide you, woe betide you. and me, as olden gods grow stronger, I am the one who knows about the fire burning cold and cruel. and in my redness I shall rule. if you could see what's in my head, what would you be looking for? what would you expect to find, and what if it was not there? and me, as all the world grows blind, I will see that proud you wear my sign. so I will recognize you then and you will drink the blood of doom. if you could see my visions grow would you believe in what I see? and will you follow me then, blind? and what if we will reach the end?

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

slysel jsem hlas videl jsem stroje byli tam havrani dva cerní ptáci s perím olízanym devkou syceli sliny devsky kapaly na tvrdou zem. strhl jsem drát a zabil je drápy a zobáky a drát se staly náhrdelníkem. svítilo slunce, ale byla zima války mel jsem svoje vlastní nábozenství lidé byli potravou smrti tu jsem drzel v rukou a hladil a bál jsem se. v krvi se rodily stvuy v pude rostly skvrny voda premílala hlínu a kosti v ní. dostal jsem se do mesta a nasel ten dum byla tam moje láska mela bíly saty smála se a byla mrtvá.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

There is something going on and it's rough and it's cruel and it's deeply satisfying there is something from inside that is huge that is cruel that is something that you'll never understand. somewhere beyond the far horizon the gods of gloom and gore arise where from an everlasting wound bleeding are the western skies the darkness talks, if you do listen the silence will dance at times if you don't live within this world you'll never know about the fight that's fought within myself so often, you'll never know what demons dream how wolves became a part of me, how crows and ravens rule the night. watch me rise as I celebrate your decay watch me grow as I fall and pray

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

L'ombra della notte circonda la materia della terra I corvi fanni grandi cerchi sapra dimenticati nell'passato. posti, dore fuerrieri sono diventati eroi e la spade diventano rossi dall'sangue. cold shadows arise from the darkness within like ravens they glide above times that have been at places where once delusion and lies turned into death 'cause sometimes they lie and in oceans of blood they drown the truth sometimes we die. un tempo, dore la rabbia era forte e nessuno sapera chi era buono o male che l'ora della vendetta riarrivera, e la povere creature spariscono nella palude dell'eternita sometimes satan takes a fancy to assume the shape of man and walk among the mortals to learn about their desires to open wide the portals for his coming from the other side

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

born from illusions, bread by dreams no one can follow us. we were gone before we came, alone, eternal dark and damned don't ever try to understand no consolation and when we reach what we came for it won't be a victory, it's just the beginning of another end the mechanism masochism you have given back hell to me and I will keep it now and forever my mechanism masochism as long as you sit calm and small you'll never feel the chains and then we'll create ourselves a god without whom we cannot live. at night like a big black beast with scars and blood dark floods there's the beginning of another end the mechanism masochism you have given hell back to me and I will keep it now and forever my mechanism masochism

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

You are not there anymore where you used to be but you are wherever I am here in my heart there's no more love there's no belief in heaven above here in my mind there's sorrow and pain here is my life poor and in vain from a distance I hear voices words that I remember well spoken in another world a million light years back in time there`s an echo of emotions lived through in another life a dimension long forgotten maybe in another me a look in my eyes tells you about hidden secrets the blood on my hands shows where I've been the words I don't speak run from darkest desires the scars on my soul talk of what I've seen from a dark and bitter silence shadows rise so grey and cold and long before the time was born those dark, forbidden things were old you are not there anymore where you used to be but you are wherever I am

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

And yes, we are mortal now that we've left Eden. the raven's calling for my soul. come, dark angel, strengthen me. ablaze my rage, come, dark angel, tear open my wounds, let me bleed. keep me free of indifference, drink my sorrows, gorge my grief. help me to shine in godlike anger, help me never to forget, let me hate and let me live, let me remember that we've met and that you've cast your spell on me. far off lies the universe, sunk in ashes, mud and tears, far off lies reality. and yes, we are vulnerable, vulnerable and earth tied. but it doesn't matter any more. come, dark angel, be my guide. before I slip into the damnation of obedience and apathy in a cloud of dust and blood come, dark anger, rescue me.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Ich hörte eine Stimme hab Maschinen gesehn es waren Raben da. Zwei schwarze Vögel ihr Gefieder hat die Nutte gelutscht sie zischten die Spucke der Nutte ist auf die harte Erde getropft ich zog den Draht und tötete sie die Krallen die Schnäbel der Draht wurden zum Collier. Es schien die Sonne aber es war kalt wie im Krieg. Ich hatte meine eigene Religion. Die Menschen als Futter des Todes. Den hielt ich in der Hand und liebkoste ihn. Und hatte Angst. Aus dem Blut wurden Monster geboren. Auf der Erde wuchsen Flecken. Das Wasser zermalmte die Knochen im Lehm. Ich erreichte die Stadt und fand dieses Haus da war meine Liebe sie trug ein weißes Kleid lachte und war tot.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025