The Crowning Quietus
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 05, 2026
I have witnessed love and death embrace, mingle and entwine beyond Projections in aphotic recesses of mind. In stasis I have read and re-lived confessions from 'neath the lid of a coffin. In the throes of perdition, the walls of rust that surround my spirit howl. What paragon of truth shall grant my self reprieve from the yoke of this terrible place? Thrice-fold silence mutely speaks, "presence, presence,presence" Thy smokeless fires absolveth fear and doubt, thy jaws nullify within Without. Tohu wa bohu Your arrival I implore oh wordless one, appear and anoint our sores with glory! Come leaded hooved and mercurial chained, come sevenfold cursed and elevenfold rayed. Come venusian jet black feather, A’arab Zaraq: death-beaked omega Soar on the wings as blood-red on black with exalted skin hanging and gathering rats. The clay must me punished for keen is the whip.With blood-thirsty shears temporal tongues are snipped. Wings of death soar tonight! Eyes and tongues of ruby scorned, blazing as though the sky was molten creeping and crawling - for wings of fucking death they soar tonight
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Witching in-between the primordial profound lies the centre of the silence Riding Gloria unbound. Shall these echoes carry hooks and chains across This fallow chasm, and fuck my corpse until savage arid necrogasm! Fill Me with your emptiness and fill me with your love, may your lanterns Lead to holy death, beckoning above. Reanimate with sinew then Disintegrate with scorn, ever from your swollen breast my hungry lips are torn. O my thorny lady loveliness, lascivious lust abound, may your kiss adorn my bloody scalp, coagulate and crown. Illuminate, incinerate the wounds that you have blessed, hunting ever higher at your sinister behest. From the mantle of your modesty you percolate, the sulphurous Dart from your inner gate. Your cunt is the threshold of devilry and curse May its resin ever satisfy this barrenness and thirst. Delving into nothing. Devouring all. Riding through a sanguine sky on a shuttle made of bone, living on the promise that your love will take me home. Hold my hand and guide me as I hold my final breath. Take me with your primal gaze and take me, total death. Ravage any hollow husk that stands to block my path - destroy, entomb, excoriate, explode with savage wrath. Cloak me in your midnight blade, pierce me with your might. Only death is real, rape with zeal, fulfil the pact I made. Your throat sings the song of a cemetery Psalms siren reaching bliss. Broken silence, shattered sign, breaching Earth, breathing death. Delving into nothing. Devouring all. Nightmare, alchemy. Darkest night, blasphemy. Silence, agony, crooked light, eternally. In hallowed ruins I animate your corpse, and swallow stars in your mouth
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Above the murk, from mist it rises, a hypnotising Emblem. Erected 'pon this hallowed point stands a cairn Of crooked claw. A windless sail without a boat, nor Hollow sea to stay afloat. With savage glee it stabs the Sky, with gloat and grin as seraphim die. Cosmic shape Shall know no rest, till the blade is blunted by life's death For glory, forlorn. For nothing, to naught! For the Darkness is eternally dividing, and the devil's serpent Forever writhing no life! No form! No limits! No laws! Io! Io! Crooked blade! Glory blackest night! As you satiate the silence with devilish delight. Hail! Hail! Wagging lips that wield the crooked blade, sanctifying emptiness in hearts that you invade! Light shed asunder by hellish thunder, and tidal waves of open graves! Stars are strangled, darkness born, angels die upon the devil's horns. Dance your wet and fetid flesh dance, dance till thy feet are turned to paste, hobble on thy stumps till all is lifeless, and plumes of golden symbols leave thy face. To frenzied release. From the crooked edge, to blackness. From darkness, to dust. From the sterile womb where spectres dwell, to where roots of earth meet inmost hell. Where devils dance and time dispels, where tears and blood do pour and well! From the crooked edge, to blackness. From darkness, to dust. As atoms in decay, ever twirling, backwards darting, inwards toward imperfection. Fall. Into the fathomless chamber of his unborn mind, deeper into dreams of decay without time. Enraptured by stillness, raped by hooked rhyme, as creatures of the dark become your holy guides Io! Io! Crooked blade! Glory blackest night! As you radiate the stillness, with fervent grim delight. Hail! Hail! Wagging lips that wield the crooked blade. Purifying nothingness, in emptiness you wade Night falls o'er yonder, and silence wanders. The bride of dusk, once again exhumed. Leaden golden guide of gloom, no god shall block up this fucking tomb. Let us hasten the pneumiatic departure, and unhinge this projection out of place, as a venue of vultures shall gather, to eat the dying flesh off of your face. For the will of the crooked blade is to satiate silence. From the crooked edge, to blackness. From darkness, to dust. From the sterile womb where spectres dwell, to where roots of earth meet inmost hell, where devils dance and time dispels, where tears and blood do pour and dwell For the will of the crooked blade Is to satiate silence
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Broken glances of risk, whittle away the woodworm branches, as particles of nought settle upon the disc of thought. The reckless wand, of chances burns the breath of he who answers, and ushers forth the endless bleeding cunt for will that's wrought. That which gestaltes radiates and pulsates, rises up spinal pillars, pecks and hates. Upon sulphur smoke the smouldering formlessness climbs the hypostasis ghost within decaying temples - the corpus of I am Out from the despotic pits of pain, rot and gross appetite. Twisting through the mirror maze of deceitful replication, where shells of diseased whores veiled as brides subsist eternally off the mould that grows in all dim corners. Towards the termination and obliteration of liquid metal crests of tongues and teeth. Beyond their twisting bluff, guile and flow. Leaving hollow hopes far below. Further upwards, through crystalline heart of the son, fulfilling his final wish; to sail over yonder The lonesome and punishing fist that enforces the will of the lash falls as an ashen ghost, cremated and cast to the wind. The gentle and beneficent hand that feeds withers and falls, unified and undone in petrification. On blood-reeking yells and hot spittle filled screams, spirit is propelled onwards, whilst lungs of harlotry are as bellows that forever feed the incandescent aura that encompasses such formless beauty. And as the timeless shard churns through the universal cortex and breeches the summit of my skull. As all corporeal form is banished I shall be free
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
From far beyond the horizon, burning in aphotic oil. Grinning and teeth bearing, red tongue ensnaring, covered in blistering boils. Amphibious yet conflagrant, insidious and malignant, slime-slung and basking in a cauldron of reeking dead celestial bodies. The sparks from your rotten maw dance across your crooked jaw and send scintillation sprinting from your swollen and pulsating hide. Assassinate, entomb, dismantle egoic womb, as molten lead spews from hell's cunt poison flowers bloom. The iridescence of death's wings that unceasingly hoverd at the periphery of percеption now takes centre stagе. Intoxicate and exhume, necrofornicate, consume. Fuck! Cum! And Die! Assimilate, resume. Big feral eyes peer through soil and stone, fiercely piercing the cortex of supersition, as soft lips glisten with excitemente, and man's mouth is filled with excrement. Flesh eating inserts swarm thy crown, my beautiful. As you peel in the fire, your fume rides on the wind to choke lungs of life. You raise me high and break me in two in one hand holding my insignificance, and in the other my grandeur So you sink them both in pits of vipers and receive my soul, for we are, deeply nestled in the bosom of the beast. As I swirl backwards and tear away the flesh, my earth bound form is broken, I take my final breath. I dance in madnes, I dance in death as I revel in the splendour of the fever upon the firmament
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026