Null: The Acheron of Multiform Negation

Hear the wind's whisper in the shadow deep? Once forgotten now emerged to avail A scornful spell he casts, while night he drags Severance of dreams (wrecked and slain) Its virtue immensely shaped aura of beings Where breath of the last sun's spat out And moon rays have quietly fallen o'er the graves of remembrance long Rivers run low deep underneath the earthen soil Within their waters grim Such horrid truth untold they withold Blood runs low yet the world appears without end Dweller in the deepest deep, Thy vision perplexed beheld Dying lights, teal, then grey, inwrought with shadows lay Doom to all and a rise to fall Circles of souls senile, dull, estranged Dead and gone and no roots remain From a far, begotten, pulsing energy of ages has come as from a time of sullen age of yore undone Beneath the earth's core perfidious, vast Abyss loathes Enraptured breed unsilent, unleashing its scorn

"He who sought was the One who found and thus endured ere long All was but Dust and silence…" He, who revealed thus, was crowned in deep clouded ghastliness Worshipped by arts that razored shape of Him in their carnal And In his lake of spit Cleansed, indulging and drunk with lust Forever cast out spirit of the earth from their poisoned wombs. Last tears of the presence aforeknown have filled his cup with enduring sorrow. As He, with His eyes by darkness inflamed, gazed upon the shores once luminous. And whereas the matter of all Evil appeared the shadow of Him He baptized the Reversal of I. Of all the worthless sacrifices judged by His hand, not a soul was ever reborn in bliss By the horrid path with Alongside Death to redeem, Banish all the hearts that in secrecy weep With no light to emerge everafter And, with Claws of Shame, tear the dawn No thought carries figures away from their shells No mourning will ever claim the fallen spirit "In Him, We who sought, in Him delight We found and thus laved in the waters of Individuum"

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Protruding seeds of the fallen shall ever flourish on the mortal soil And cast out the light from the hearts of those willing to transgress my path May their cries echo through the void For I bleed their Reversal Bestow upon me, queer reign of nether Speak through me, in thousand, thousand tongues Through the pores of nights awake me! Oh, let thy sermon be cherished! In Void's light, an infinite disgrace shall storm down upon all their kindred May their cries echo through the void For I bleed their Reversal Thus all the spirits walked blind behind Wrung by agonizing quest, one after one And never would they reach the source Unleashed, yet shapeless, shunned from sight Up the scale of emptiness Tragic souls remain in the outer Distant and frightened, with hearts alone left bloodless

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Come forth Spirit of arcane, Lava! Formless god of putrid aeons Eldest spawn, father of lies Urge of the sick, spasm of the current. Behold the pallor of the autumn sky And wisdom of the age long gone, inhale! Engirdled with the longevity of purity Oh, such godlessness of Reason.. Now inflame the world.. Worm! Earth is yours to devour Forge thy way of savage Rigorism Condemn the shining light of folly. I am the Source Faceless judgement of unruling scepters Shred thy skin and crave my wisdom Source is I. I shall endure.. And now, that the Old Blood dies, new one shall be born Ever-saturating the vein…. ….of Old.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Behold the horizon, hewn apart You: first apparition thereafter The other: yours, the Nothing Scourged in depth, now dare and see Mirror reflection gives an altered shape Skin merged in white, your blood congealed And your Nothing crawls at the end of your shivering voyage Dragging down a clod of flesh or an offal and disgust of the shameful one In cold fog it disappears again Lifeless, yet widen in unknown You're so empty now, so damn lost with a joy of being human Be gone now, let this final dream gives What you strived for, all the lifewater you swallow I wonder how long will you deprive me from breathing

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Through the cold breaths once called: the living Abandoned the carnal shape of mortal into light-path Darkened by the shades, strong virtue, S.A.T.A.N. majestic Once... forsaken man believed God, in own plague arise and fell Where voice of yours echoes through the mist, a deaf listener awaits And he, behold, poorly tries your words to serve, as they never appear Once... forsaken man believed God, in own plague arise and fell Glorifying, seeing you as highest, the trace without a reach Yet stabbed you cry, tragically remained Where voice of yours echoes through the mist, a deaf listener awaits And he, behold, poorly tries your words to serve, as they never appear

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025