In Absentia Christi

A Mother's Mistake

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

En moi, battent de l'aile, Eternelles colombes, Les blancs desirs du calme ou dorment les defunts. (Paul Valery, from "Cimetiere" approx. 1890) Tears of May... how much I have cried for you, my love but you stand-up, while I fall on my kness... Yesterday, I killed myself: I couldn't just go on with this. The tears of June at least I won't cry anymore... (Mia Martini)

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

I Kissed PILATO's Hands and touched the Nails in JESUS' ones Making the Favourite JEWELS of my WIFE with His collapsed EYES In the Pure Waters of BAPTISM, I have baths of Iconoclast Youth On the Humilated Cross of CHRIST, I hang on the Ghosts of MORAL Slaveries Two Thousand Years and I realised VATICAN's foundations Rise-up on Earth ENTRAILS Two Thousand Years and I realised VATICAN's columns Are full of Reptiles drenched with WASTED prayers My Flight is now NOCTURNE, Unsoiled by Celestial TRINITIES Your Beloved GOD, my once UNREQUESTED Shelter I saw him drowning in my EXCREMENTS in the Dim Light of a no-Consolation ORACLE I Won't be Chained to you Forever I Won't be Victim of My Human Desire My FLESH not praying for Mercy anymore, and my Soul has gone Leaving a Black WEB on its Place... ...a black Web Devourin the ONCE deposed Egg Gift of an eighteen years Soul TRASCENDENCE I, the Delivered Treasure I, Field of Misery I, Enfeebled Cobweb I, the Mirror Phobic, the Neo-Phobic I, Marbre Noir I, Shadow of Myself I, TRAGOEDIA

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

A free interpretation and remaking on VISAGE's original tune. Improvised in studio.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 16, 2025

The Silence in my PERFECT Partner I Feel IT, in my daily Actions I Remove all the Past ILLUSIONS that GRIP away from my mouth My Carnal Shape is COMPLETE and Strong and this is the PURE Human form the Sounds of Words and Thoughts are NOTHING but the Uncertainty of ALL is supposed to be Known The LIMBO is the Dry Season I BEG for it Bleeds Out my dreamy Soul, ALONE and lifeless Sands cover the last CARESS of Life no PAIN is concerned to help the REBORN thru my shroud Hanging in the BALANCE of a perfect Mind and in the Truth of a NON-SENSE RELIGION once I fed my HEAD now I BETRAY my Body it's all I have the LIES carry an entire Existence The SEPARATION from every New Day engulfe the MISERY of me that still Kill my SPIRITUAL MOVEMENTS and the SUPREME desire to be one with the Infinity have Swallowed not only my PRIDE to live but the Indifference will rule in my World THE BLIND MASS CAN'T GET ME

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Dressed in Beauty and Light He silently enters your Dreams And to Gently Awake you, he Despones In your Mouth the WET GIFT: Semen Lunae

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 13, 2026

Souls in GANGRENE, deformed Human Projections Moving, BUT NOT Living, on SANGUIS Vibrations your Pseudo-lifes, please Follow My TEDIOUS Call, VERTICAL PAIN I Dare you: Bury me so DEEP that I won't Smell anymore the Disgusting STENCH of your flesh so DEEP that I couldn't see ANYMORE the Pale Colour of your SKIN Dow There, far from the VIOLENT cries of your children and JUST there, far from all your BORING questions Questions, questions, questions May you be DEVOURED at once by your own Curiosity and your Mouth become the most RUTHLESS of all Murderers This is the Chant of the Grand Cosmic Defeated to YOU, conqueror of Everlasting Earthly Frustration Your Smile: Vulgar HORIZONTAL Contraction had always been my Pain, VERTICAL PAIN Ah! Your Smiles... Become Conscious that an UNIVERSE of SEWER hides inside You Silent, but PATIENT, awaits your last heartbeat to start its SLOW demolition Work: MATER PUTREFACTIO And then this Flesh of Yours, once ILLUDED to change the world, shall again FEED the Ground, and the ground, NEW WORMS, continuing a Grotesque CYCLE of Cosmic Gangrene Born from the Wounds of Men, the ONCE preacher of existental Depression, disclosed my Tenebrous DOUBLE, with no Time, Sound and Size: MAGISTER SILENTII I, King of a Woundless Reign, where the Feeble Memories of your faces are just like YELLOWED pictures of Defuncts Where your words, re-echoing far in time, sounds like Laments of a Dying Bat And those Wounds, once Deep & ATROX are only Dead Masks on a tragic Marble.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

...And wherever I touch you, or kiss you, or lay my hands on you, I can feel the Cold Bones of a Dead (I.U. Tarchetti "Memento", 1879 - Free extract & translation)

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

I PROMISE, I Promise Sworn Enemy of the Virgin Coming out of the Body of this Creature to make her a SIGN on the Heart of the length of a PIN ...and this sign WILL BLEED And I promise that GRESIL and AMAND, will do the Same Their Hole in the Same Way A Red Cross, and leaving on the HAND the Holy name of MARY in Roman Characters Engraved Deeply in the Flesh and she became a completely Different WOMAN And I promise that GRESIL and AMAND, will do the Same Their Hole in the Same Way And she became a completely Different WOMAN with a Face of UNCOMMON Beauty and we went Together on a Pilgrimage On her Grave, On her Grave, On her Grave.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

I Feel this Dazed by the NOTHING which is Surrounding me that, IF I went Mad in this VERY moment, my Own Insanity wouldn't be but, an ETERNAL sitting down My EYES Astounded, my Mouth's opened my HANDS hidden, between my knees neither Laughing or Weeping nor EVEN Moving, if not on Compulsion from the Place where I'd be. I have no more VIGOUR to Conceive any WISH, not even a deadly one and not because I FEAR death, but 'cos I NO LONGER see any difference between DEATH and this LIFE of mine where NOBODY comes on to Relieve me not EVEN the Sorrow This is the First time that TEDIUM not only tires and weighs Down on me, it's also Worrying and Tearing me, just like the STRONGEST of Pains. I've got so Frightened by the VANITY of things and the Condition of Mankind - Death of every Passion - as they're ALL DEAD, in My Heart that I'm going Insane, thinking that my DESPAIR itself isn't BUT NOTHING Farewell (Lyric: a free interpretation & translation from "Sulla Noia a la Disperazione" by Giacomo Leopardi 1819)

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025