Khaomorphosis
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They follow power They believe in purity Denial, dogmas and delicacy As freedom gets condemned I follow the hammer I believe in the scythe And in the zenith of Man Our passion above all else They follow suppression Believing they are exempt From pride, lust and sloth In all their weak attempts I believe in the muzzle The cartridge, the slugs And the black fucking powder Fueling our contempt
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Gaze upon these husks of former offences Yes, their purification complete Fear not the future Our insemination of your mind commences Penetrated with rhetoric Present treatises undone Reborn for the matriarch's sin Reshaping of the past has begun Walk with us Now cleansed of compassion Your deity is us Apollo to Mimir vanquished The wine pours As the last light Of former abilities flicker Sing now Your new state of being Is salvation Husk No More
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Between the crossings of the mires Attestations were made From them; those whose venomous musings had spread As they gather once again Their forefathers searched for meaning They asked and they received Townhalls filled with young apostates How could they not be embraced? They wander over the grounds Where greater men once questioned Now only the hymns of concord are heard As they gather once again The greatest tragedy is resistance Here forethought is a disease Only coalescense with their tongues will give strength Here where nothing is undiminished The shadows cast their darkness Between the hills of these mires Where weaker men once stood As they gather once again Encomiums basks over the mountains Reflections of new sounds are heard Notes of totality the only consonance Here where strife will be no more In these crossings of the mires At the behest of their decrees Howls to a nescient hereafter reverberates As they gather once again
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Murals from days of yore supressed Rephrased pamphlets professed Integrality the only celeste Now, march with them, rats! Old chapels, the empyrean offense Masses engorged by unearned pretense Piousness. Passion. Penitence. Raze it to the ground, scum! The ashes no longer serve us Sanctuaries smolder as you stare oppressed The emanation of persecution gives purpose Quiver in it. Suffocate in it. Bask in it, filth! All links severed to glory of times past Wantonly seeking more to spoil As the dogs marches steadfast You smell the rot of the soil Spreading over shrines bygone The rainfall of decay As it washes The ashes away
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
When the last taste of ichor Drains from your barren heritage All you shall then hear Will be the yowls of rapture Yes, indeed! When the last light of former abilities Will never be seen On this soil again The consonance will be the only need When they lash out their tongues Throughout the ages; Over the mountains, The mires The cities The backvelds Through the core To the peripheries Ecstatic on new-found morals Every clan looks on in awe Passiveness and neutrality The greatest sin Fanaticism wipes everything clean And will forever do Throughout the ages; Over the mountains, The mires The cities The backvelds Through the core To the peripheries Throughout the ages; Over the mountains, The mires The cities The backvelds Through the core To the peripheries The only memory left Is the petrichor of once was
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026