Twice Born

The dawn found me at crossroads of giving up or giving in Crawling on my knees, I'd question all I once held true The violence of perception had pierced my soul and skin Embittered, bruised, and beaten I saw the world anew Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born The nihilistic instinct flashed its terrifying teeth And in soft, alluring, whispers bade me yield Still, the grandeur I had witnessed, that extravagant display Inspired a premonition; my fate was yet unsealed Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born By eventide I stumbled to my feet and faced the night Incited by the prospect of my imminent demise My virtues set aflame in a sacrificial rite Like angels, the scales had fallen from my eyes Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The dawn found me at crossroads of giving up or giving in Crawling on my knees, I'd question all I once held true The violence of perception had pierced my soul and skin Embittered, bruised, and beaten I saw the world anew Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born The nihilistic instinct flashed its terrifying teeth And in soft, alluring, whispers bade me yield Still, the grandeur I had witnessed, that extravagant display Inspired a premonition; my fate was yet unsealed Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born By eventide I stumbled to my feet and faced the night Incited by the prospect of my imminent demise My virtues set aflame in a sacrificial rite Like angels, the scales had fallen from my eyes Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born Mortal womb By fire scorned In death conceived Twice born

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

With the sweet taste of wine on my lips And a pale skull filled with vision Desires transformed to compulsion My being, by fire, transfixed I was bound for the marshlands For bridges to cross and to burn For treacherous paths of no return A destiny held in my hands And there, where the roots of existence Existence Breached through the cracks of illusion The concepts of consequence ceased And primordial chaos reigned Besieged by the towering mountains And beckoning forest deep I stood on the threshold of rapture Alone, amongst the untamed Wallowing in secrecy And dark, enticing lies Those ghostly smiles could not conceal The ruin in their eyes Pilgrimage to oblivion Rampage unleashed in the night I was lost in the trenches of a dream And over a clamour of laughter and death Echoed the Maenads' scream Pilgrimage Pilgrimage Pilgrimage To oblivion

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025

With the sweet taste of wine on my lips And a pale skull filled with vision Desires transformed to compulsion My being, by fire, transfixed I was bound for the marshlands For bridges to cross and to burn For treacherous paths of no return A destiny held in my hands And there, where the roots of existence Existence Breached through the cracks of illusion The concepts of consequence ceased And primordial chaos reigned Besieged by the towering mountains And beckoning forest deep I stood on the threshold of rapture Alone, amongst the untamed Wallowing in secrecy And dark, enticing lies Those ghostly smiles could not conceal The ruin in their eyes Pilgrimage to oblivion Rampage unleashed in the night I was lost in the trenches of a dream And over a clamour of laughter and death Echoed the Maenads' scream Pilgrimage Pilgrimage Pilgrimage To oblivion

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 2025