Death Gives unto Life
"Hear them" A prayer so slavishly attached to the outer While my soul, it contracts with The Other An oath sacred, made before this Time When Time was not and in it - None Daemon held me high, with Self entwined Beyond humane instinct and earth mundane Words that Words were not, but Signs In which He hath spoken and Creation denied Smeared on Thresholds of many doors Collected anon, not even a semblance of a form Drift my Spirit, drift with darkest tides In Perpetuum, never again to abide Thus began the Ritual of Deathless Abadon Gasping all in Fiery Void of Bleak Resurrection Cleanse, annihilate, liberate all!
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
In the World of Flesh, I am Thy Spear As Macabre as Life, our Will it perpetrates This plane and on it all Thine I detest For it is merely a form and should be bled to rest Of Whom I spoke, He devours all This deadly crust too, for it is but woe Hearken ye but incline not to me How conjoined yet infantile all prove to be Their words, in then, a single voice's scoundrel In my faith alone, thousand spirits marvel Cosmic nights and cosmic lights One breath unites and in Dark confides Oh joy, I am but a living corpse!
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Teeth bite into emptiness unknown Life gives unto - Death - gives unto Life His Grave is the Moon And it's vacant, seamless shores What once steadily gave Man his Doom Now inverts his Will, forevermore Ingenuity lapsed and is now long fallen Bitter all ventures were, bitter to a bitter end May that be sought which long is sullen? Believe, rather not, for stale are all amends Teeth bite into emptiness unknown Death gives unto Life gives unto Death
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Oh, mighty Gatherers of all that scatters in vain Oh, mighty Assailants on all the living and saintly dead Thine is the Great Arckanum, Thine, the Spectres of the Night Thine, the never-ending joy of sepulchres, bygones and slough Instincts devious set this being ablaze All through this sentient, unruly maze Unburdened, unholy, revived Freed, amidst lies afore contrived Of forgone pasts it no longer speaks Now barren sights, the Will Unknown, it seeks
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025