Industries of the Fading Sun
black blood spilling from an open throat ritual dance of knives encircling the gentle host billowing fire maneuvers us now ultimate industries of the fading sun shatter the thorn of immortality winding the roots of conception billowing fire maneuvers us now ultimate industries of the fading sun shatter the thorns of mortality winding the roots of conception the last remnants of an ailing kind breakers and defacers indulging for a moment, for a breath a bane, an affliction, rife with ego vagabonds scatter their phobia behind the clouds which they hide their gavels roar, scythes swinging in harmony to fell old beauties and erase ancient grace sacred eyes drift as the sun god dies the unknown rises and swells fettered and muted planet soaring on wings of bedlam for their holy oblivion toward the unanswered end touting mortal dreams like shameless beggars escaping an anxious reality, desolation they fear building the hell they hope to flee proud, vile miracles building the hell they hope to flee A terminal iniquity the lights that inflict drowning a spinning cold vortex
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
flames of the moon stretching swiftly through drowning in its chorus my hand is infernal son of mephisto, unholy son swirling in the sky of raven tears crowning night and fallen will flame of vengeance bleeding still the snow sighs as ruin descends crystals distill to new earths singing in battle hunting the saints, drawing them out murder each at their sill without echo I offer misery forcing runes through the eyelet ashen invoker, manipulating blood consuming hallucinations to seal crystals distilling to new earths black vein, atom drum calling a hero to war adamantine mares manes in blazing alacrity phantasms on the backs of winter sweeping to kill the verdant and naive apparitions in the halls of ashes spiraling to fire and nothingness steel blending blood silencing the false and slaughtering delusion crowning night and fallen will flame of vengeance bleeding still the snow sighs as ruin descends cascading hush as dreams draw clearer still crowning night and fallen will flame of vengeance bleeding still
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
winter heliac wounds blaze of funereal industry black diamond in the brace the hum of mythic banners dimensional hosts surge from the steam of smoking blood emerald daggers on the backs of the gods smashing dread into oblivion abyssal lights wrecking the last foundries of men shielded wings turning the skies in twilight anticipation warping souls to the obsidian silence for a champion’s demise a dull sunset for a scathing mind an onyx rest without a reply their corpses corrupting in pools of their blood their souls are smashed to nothing but dust on the fell perched a god on the fell perched a god without eyes talven auringon haavat roihu synkän alan humina lippujen myyttisten ryntää yliluonnollinen savuavan veren höyrystä murskaten pelon unohduksiin synkkyyden valot raiskaten viimeiset miesten linnakkeet kilvetyt siivet muovaten taivaat odottaen noutajaa mestarin ikiuneen odottaen noutajaa synkeään hiljaisuuteen musta timantti perustana synkeään hiljaisuuteen vääntyneet sielut
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
igniting from cold states to storm gravity fading in heathen fire to cast a citadel to blight devastate the ego defend sun and constellation from the approaching shadow of dusk shield of serpents bound with chaos dense black veils slip the gaze a cycle of hammers to breach the quiet bloodsoaked shrine, advancing turmoil possessor enthroned diamond cannons at the helm of struggle uprooted and slain without his hate there is no flame ceaselessly turning without a draw forked tongue snapping off a skull lacking a face your bones are all ghosts enthralled to the lich chained to eclipses bitter and bleak my steel splits the ocean severing limbs of the holy and weak igniting from cold states to storm gravity fading in heathen fire to cast a citadel to blight from the approaching shadow of dusk defend sun and constellation from the approaching shadow of dusk igniting from cold states to storm gravity dense black veils slip the gaze a cycle of hammers to breach the quiet without his hate there is no flame my steel splits the ocean
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026