Ossuarium Silhouettes Unhallowed

Black cacophony Sinners moulder into Unrest Ebony chamber Of flesh incandescent Ill gleam See beyond the cross The labyrinthine dark Reveries of pain And the prayers turned Into a demented mass Citadel of nightmares Plunge into gloom With absurd relief Inverted shrine The day is the night Yeah Black cacophony Sinners moulder into Unrest See beyond the cross The labyrinthine dark Reveries of pain And the prayers turned Into a demented mass Citadel of nightmares See beyond the cross The labyrinthine dark Reveries of pain And the prayers turned Into a demented mass Citadel of nightmares

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Twisted mounds Of time-ground bones Coalesce with me Severed from my soul Solid grief I bear My six-foot tarnish Bleeding mildewed loss Gravity of torment Under a septic sky I am a shadow Of a fathomless wake Like a chrisom disfigured Betrayed by demise A cascade of timeless ash Contours fade At a larval creep To the boundless night Meads of sores I reap Festering disgrace Dark gales stray searching For damnation’s still Gaunt be my forgiveness Left to forever die I am a shadow Of a fathomless wake Like a chrisom disfigured Betrayed by demise A cascade of timeless ash There I roam The fractured dusk A fetid dream Eluding end Been thrown to aeons Revived in dust Agony In tenebrous shreds Sad phlegm of the past Aching to evaporate In the remains unleashed Untold depravity Where death is a tale A mirage benevolent I engrave my mark On this crypt never been sealed I am a shadow Of a fathomless wake Like a chrisom disfigured Betrayed by demise A cascade of timeless ash

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before she sleeps On velvet backs of avalanches soft She often lies enraptured as she dies And gazes on white visions aloft Which like a blossoming to heaven rise When sometimes on this globe, in indolence She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance A poet, set against oblivion Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear This opal drop where rainbow hues appear And hides it in his breast far from the sun

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 09, 2025