Acheron, Stream of Woe

They lied! Foreign terrain, 39 cycles in vacuum Terrific landscape, primordial hate sleeps behind Don’t wake it, imbued with despair and pain Don’t wake it, the home of the purest will, The clean but yet unnatural Buried in the deepest memories, wait to rise and walk again Don’t leave me, close my eyes Watch the plan go wrong When you hear your father cry And sink into the horrible smothering dream with no light Tightens the grip of dark purity Subdued, alive, paralyzed Become my host in this conception in pain Enchanting evolution to burst Ignoring the lust yet I see its desire They lied to me, this is real Every night Monsters come at night At night they come At night they come Welcome to my lair Behold, they come at night None here to call my name No place to call my home My mommy always said there were no monsters Not real ones But there are! I am forsaken but not alone And Casey still in my hand Free of nightmares is her head She didn’t see, didn’t hear But I was there when the ribs have exploded That sound still in me, my eternal woe They lied

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 10, 2025