Infra
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Fields of forgotten knowledge Covered in dementia Even in its Loudest of tragedies On the sands of creation Vast in appearance Hiding the throne Below the vanishing sea In this foundation of sand – fading from womb to waste The blackest stream – of godless elegy As time turns the cogs – to the victor comes the silence Upon the crown of mind’s pestilence The heralds of decay From temples of eyes Sewn shut The icons of corrosion To set against the fire I shall give them plague And they will all delight Past is a prologue, poised by the illusionary whores Inflaming the dry centuries of blood to come Even now, there are waters carrying the weapons of calamity Turning the cogs, turning the tides to our sands of burden In this crystalline body An abode of the dead Samra Amora Through eons is dragged The perfume of salis Donned in azure Gnawing on secrets Ghastly attuned In the valley of Sidim An apocryphal hole Unnerving inhales Amidst dying exhales Sands of creation Vast in appearance Hiding the throne Below the vanishing sea "Letum moriendi harenae oblitus tempus sitiens caelum suffocatio terra in hoc mari deus mortur et novam maledictuonem relinquit..."
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Born of chaos Father to Typhon Pit of the cosmic sphere Between three thieves Utter void Bless the claw Rush the waves Against bleak sanity Fall in unbliss Cry for stars Bled of light Before swines and gods Today king Now a slave Between the crimson walls Walls of judgment Burn in monotony of your punishment Eat of the heaven Drink deep Of the earth Self-made ruin Towering misfortune Steady in hunger Tending to the garden Nursing the viper With sulfur in the veins of saints Hell to the all of the holy Eat of the heaven Drink deep Drink of the earth Toothless worms of tyranny Utter void Bless the claw Rush the waves Between three thieves
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Reign of ash The ever flowering leper nourishment On empty, dead soil Withered, condemned, colorless, old I will create As I speak dust Birthing the suns void Unto the cold memory dust In frozen stare In grave misery Yearning for the poison honey Of thy piteous promise Dying in embrace What was lost in the flesh A vacant form Of timeless wounds Where all realities are raped equally As all history is written in the ash of doom As if the viper Never offered the fruit Before the feeble men Could even know the shame The final wound The burnt scar Reduced to ravenous reign of ash In the end, we belong dead In the end, nothing will descend
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Atop the spire of venomous mists Amalgamating into transient vacuum She gives birth to ruinous powers Apotheosis perverted in reverse Her womb it flickers Defiled through the Dionysian joy Seamstress of ashes and bones For the genocides to come alive Circulating eons unfold in vitro Held below her summoning wings Sculpting anew the ways of the old Within the withered hues of the dusk Spy the scribes of the divinations on fire Tides of death rise licking the clouds Ushering the darkness upon realities Unto hallucinating eternities Death is the wish to some Relief to many And end to all Our wedding with eternity The sleep of sorrow And the dream of joy Unto eternities
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
From the bottomless pit Without any subtlety There is a swollen eater On the wings of curse Woven into phrases Bleeding flaming abyss The poisonous chalice The culture of silence Stench of weakness He lives in you You land with shame Your perdition mourns you Hymns to the ashes resound In a vow of nervous breakdown Offered to the numb and naive Rotted ivory they speak And make them gospel When you die His will grips Becomes your universe Stench of weakness He lives in you You land with shame Your perdition mourns you
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Black light of Infra’s tomb Womb and cauldron Of the ebony moon Light which is the infinite darkness The great storm In perpetual darkness In the eve of the blackstar Its oblivions zenith All its wisdom All its dark essence In the wide womb Of the cremated light Deaths black throat and lipless teeth Three tongues of unending dusk So speak the words and whisper And his the ancient sound Black light of Infra’s tomb Womb and cauldron Of the ebony moon Light which is the infinite darkness That breaks the great below Infra Below Zenith Infra of below Shall enchant us all By the moons of the abyss This is the beast Throned Crowned The leper The erect Towards below To the womb of becoming From the great above To the great unknown I shall forever return
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026