Epilogue of Masquerade

Drops from the eyes like liquid fire Lying down, partially absorbed, on these inert walls Salvation through ominous light idolatry The blackened blood flows into turbulent oceans Over the short sighted glance Of your deflagration Ages of infinity before me My pilgrimage through the valley of shadows Artifacted sons of fierce arrangements Never satiated, never defeated It's useless to fight against them The overwhelming strain Of the soul against the flesh Makes them shine, makes symmetries out of Chaos they emerged from Vomited on the storm This dreadful crawling lubricated The machinery of conscience I sought beyond the veil of perdition Tearing this somber canvas, plunging myself Into the crimson sea Gushed out by itself Lymph of a misconceived existence Rebirth through tyranny

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Transforming what is most sacred in the world Into an exaggerated hurricane of possession Dripping matter into the jaws of hell White as die light of an exploding star Before its atoms disperse into the dark The catharsis imposes bleeding Devours gestures, leaves fossilized tracks Of its passage into this world Through sin, clandestine creation Indiscriminate cloning of a corrupt self That accepts no orders Let the void fill with pain The senses sharpen, the mind excretes miasmas That slide off the skin and assail The canvas of common perception A veil of Maya, corroded and penetrated This is my recurring dream Beyond which unsounded depths open before me From their darkness they emanated glowing rays Burnt out with sunrise But I don't doubt their supremacy My bloody traces, my means to reach them

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

A tangle of souls that makes the air diseased Human dismay darkens the horizon A boundless plain Stage for the next harvest Overseen by the jailors of condemned minds Craving for dead ideals Collecting all last breaths Extracting lymph from their jugulars Fertile ground for seeds of the end Sickening appetite satisfied A despicable harvest... Injecting nothingness They ripen, ready for Demetra's scythe The smell of order A despicable harvest

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

It once was light Caresses resting on the tired limbs Now everything becomes heavy Ooze sticks to the skin And leaches inside Violation Inhalation of entity Where is the sensation of magnificent vertigo Of terrifying euphoria? The vault falls down on me like a shroud Its brightness gives way to a fetid mist Which feeds off my flesh Contagion falls from its accursed breath Who am I to gel lost on my way home? To feel myself already dead? What have I done? I feel blood drip from my hands The valley of the shadow welcomes me With its viscous terrain, familiar Fertilized by the decomposition of my spirit While the march weighs me down While each pain goes dead No friendly sleep can find me In this limp obscurity Suffocate...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

An unheard sound Buried by the blanket that covers the mind Perpetually iterated gestures mislead the flock While the air becomes unbearable Proclaiming its earthly descent Like the fist of a vengeful God Drawing itself on the heart And limbs of millions Divine breath, angelic fervor Subliming a matter given up for perished To the Earth arteries it excavates Dark blood spurts in the wind as if freed Breathing the whirlwind A new dawn rips the silence And a liquid glow Enlightens the tarnished faces It doesn't distinguish lie from truth Only strength legitimates its deeds Endless lines before it wait for its vanquish Delivered from the prison of flesh Vaporized in the purple sky

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Why this feeling of vertigo? A brief distraction and this struggle Would be vain Darkness has one thousand eyes Look at my face, distorted by the need to exist In this ever-changing ephemeral form Conceived to survive The sempiternal vortex In which loathsome organisms feed on flesh Not a drop of blood will be wasted Nourishing the instinct Of this carnivorous mass Food for evolved thoughts Condemning themselves perpetually Until their facades crumble At the first vital breath Centuries of coherence through destruction An abysmal archetype is crawling inside me It keeps the beauty subdued Scattering her remains along the main road An omen for the brave The prison of flesh

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Pulled from the womb Baptized in darkened blood Steel winds disperse his unheard cries Gates are closed never to reopen Red blurs into gray Warmth gives way to cold Reawaked from his idyllic tomb

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Smoldering hatred internally A wolf in sheep's clothing Remaining motionless Hanging between clouds and ash Harmony is only a chimera Slumbering sequences Are yearning for awakening How many lives will they restore? Swept into currents, march of revenants Smoldering hatred internally The glance of the predator Enlightened by God's shine In torment consumed A pitch black fluid melts nerves Once geometrically linked By aeons of obedience And boils over, destroying the embankments Built to save the last glimmers of sanity Nurturing erosion Brandishing flags by others embroidered The blasphemous force has been vanquished Enslaved through caresses and simpers Ready to kill at command Organized hordes of deformity Emerging from beneath Claws, spines, teeth Polished by velvet gloves Ivory for unattainable towers

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

A flock of stars follow its inexorable advance While the Earth is screaming in terror Stunned eyes witness its might As it evaporates sentiments Beat uninterrupted Tension without release Ceaseless friction razing oracles down Dreaded by men, Gods, universes Ten thousand harpoons in its snow-white trail All in vain Roaring amongst joy and fear Ancient dogmas dissolved in atoms Their purulent roots dried up and blown away Their shapes forever denied No war strategy can bridle its fury Nor pleas for mercy restrain its march When its breath moves mountains And an inscrutable night Encircles your tired limbs Bow down Heart in hands

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Walking into the jaws of the future Devour the flesh, annihilate this heretic will Eternal suffering for he who defies The atrocious abyss Transformed into a shadow of himself Drawing near to entities Materialized by his black miasmas Worn-out from within The soul expands its evil humours Like a ravenous abscess Lord of atrocities Perpetuates his dynasty Through the dust of time His blackened arteries Branched out through the parched soil Enthroned The privilege of sharing suffering The projection of my damnation On your unknowing minds With blades forged in my image & likeness I will engrave a path through your hearts

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Moving along a surface of glacial idyll Motion and thought fossilized Ceaseless spiraling the only movement In an infinite procession Of decrepit intentions Layers of events sucked dry of significance Piled up in the vast cemetery of the soul Because obscurity must be vanquished The horror of great distances threatens this Calm It doesn't matter if blood will be drained To the last drop These eyes observe from above Through a veiling sheet of ash No way out On the seventh day. something moved Wounds that have never bled now infected Black as if penetrated by the cosmic void But teeming with living palpitations Worms that eat up matter from the inside Nights become days, trees grow red Beauty reappears, reemerges from a vortex Given up for dead Beauty, mutated, shaped by the grasping Claws of a harpy Devotedly disfigured With a puckered smile of scarring Beneath unknown skies Its bloody caravan departed Never to be halted

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

A blood-red line Breaks through the dusty blanket Spreading amidst the astonished masses Its schizoid rush knows no impediments Piercing the heart Infecting the most hidden recesses Inhuman, it accepts no rules A tyrant sleep wearing down Light swallowed Hate assimilated Reason rejected Through these biting roads Sowed with hooks Another disciple bleeds Its flesh hideously torn But the line keeps moving forward In its whirling twitch A main road has been found Chiseled in the flesh, unidirectional Destination unknown Its reaching will demand victims

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025