Era of Threnody

The ashen Smoke of my dying cancer cigarette barely revealed auspicious visions to me. My mirthless eyes behold desperately shadows in the plume, but all the plastic shapes vanish like past lovers before. My weary face cries grievous tempests into my hands whose leather skin fails to disguise my mental decay. Into this forlornness you struck down as the Lightbringer's Sword and you opened my veins to a gracious salvation. And like a coup de grâce a ray refracted through the ice you dug your way through me down into the opaque ore, with which I longed to become one, veiled and clandestine across all Eons hidden from the lies of this world. While I solicited to sink into Oblivion, you buried a crystal seed into the abyss of my soul. His epiphany broke the screaming silence in my woe and laid into my dying a hint of life.

Don’t cry my beldam Your lost son must go I take your song with me Your tears and your woe So I’m drawn to the world That’s neither strange nor home And crave for tomorrow And the paths that I’ll roam I wander where stars fell And sleep where they die I dream where the norns sings And where wise cranes fly In depths of the oceans My cursed name I hide That no one may find it And no woe betide I see my grandam That worried tears shed Feel her withered hands That laid on my head I still hear her old voice And the ol’russian song That she sung to my heart And I carried along I harken to far cries The tongue of despair The language of sinners All humans shall err! I howl with the archwolves In silvery night The aegis of the north star Sets our fate alight Ah, linger on now Oh’ thou art so fair Shalt purify my soul In northern lights glare Nero once burned down What had to rebuild And buried in madness The ruins of guilt We might burn our life path And leave all behind But what makes us sinners Will stay in our mind Into the blistering wilderness, the man now walks alone. A forsaken man without a country, without a hope; his soul in turmoil like the hot winds and raging sands. He is driven forward, always forward, by a god unknown, toward a land unseen… The essence of life Means “if”, as we know This wisdom may decide If we rule or bow below I’ll tear off the Cain’s mark And drink from a sylph At war with the world now At war with myself Into the molten wilderness of sin where granite sentinels stand as towers of living death to bar his way. Each night brings the black embrace of loneliness. In the mocking whisper of the wind, he hears the echoing voices of the dark. His tortured mind wondering if they call the memory of past triumphs or wail foreboding of disasters yet to come or whether the desert’s hot breath has melted his reason into madness...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Strangers that I paid to drive me through town that I conjunct with thee. Gambling on a backwoods race throughout Vegas' asphalt maze. One ways, driven upside down while we crazy raced through town. Drunk wife of the driver shout from the backseat scolding loud. Whispers in the desert winds mock me and disguise my sense. Hasten straight ahead my fate through a town that's crying desolate. Driven by a dead man's hope balance on a hang man's rope. Misguided by will-o'-the-wisp wonder why and what's the gist. Like springs first breath of air that gently dances with your hair. Like a summer solstice glare so you appeared. Like a prelude to a kiss that inhere eternal bliss, it broke the seal to my abyss where alas! I lingered. The blossoms bloomed alive and my heart stopped for a while, when the heavens light beguiled me when we met... ...underneath the Alpha Wheel where all lies became unreal and the maidens kiss conceal all the woe that cometh forth.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Under the nocturnal panoply of stars we unfurled our fragile dreams. And the crystal silence of the Mojave held her protective hand o' o'er us. And in this night we were like orphans that got to know their mothers name. And numbed by the wine of Babylon we redefined the constellations. Foolish we thought that we were safe if only we would just believe it so hard. To the dirge of hope we held on so tightly and with which we eventually vanished. And when our lightness drowned in Stella Artois and Menthol Cigarettes, we buried our rags with false pride under Orion's arc light.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

In the sand that runs slow through my hands thy amber tears fall deep, like the rain that washes away the ashes of thy death. Nevermore thou riseth from the ashes for thy will has withered o' away. And the taste from the waters of Lethe doth not fade thy haunting memories. Rain rinse away the pain, of the dreams you have slain. And the bitter truth remains, (that) there's no truth at all herein. And in this final sin it end ere it doth begin and somewhere deep within grows cancer called chagrin. A Phoenix' agony, is not for all to see. Its buried within thee, and thine death deep in me.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Unlike a jewel with brilliant fire, beautiful, but without warmth, the desert sun sears my skin while my soul in turmoil goes astray. "Del luto de mi noche, mi ángel funesto, tejió un velo pesado, tupido y denso; más que las sombras que en los hondos abismos eternas moran."** (From my nightly mourning my fateful angel knitted a heavy, thick veil. Much denser than the shadows, that in the deep abysses dwell.) Find the One that loves the sorrows of your changing face. Echoes stray – far away. So I bide awhile and I long for the nightfall, when all is calm and the dreams stand still. I count the stars in the shards underneath me and I shall suffer if it is thy will. So I am sworn to the dreams that I follow deep into grief or to grief amend. Engage a war which is so easy to start but yet impossible to end Lo! Th'sun burns my skin to cancer Joshua trees admonish still that I'm the only one here dying feasting from my mourn so ill. "Negóme desde entonces el sol su brillo, ¡ay!, negóme la luna su fulgor tímido, y la esperanza no alumbró más el yermo de mis entrañas. Por eso todo, todo para mí ha muerto. Mudas pasan mis horas tal como espectros. Cabe mi oído. Sólo se agita el soplo de los olvidos."** (I was denied the sun’s brightness. Oh! I was denied the moon’s glow. The hope ceased to light up the wasteland of my conscience. Thus, all, all has died for me. My hours pass silently like wraiths. I hear only the breath of oblivion shiver and fade.) **Desolación ~ Rosalía de Castro (1837-1885)

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Love is a bitch they say a risk you take once more into the bloody fray a heart to break I came to ‘walk the Aisle’ but I marched to War I thought to meet my Queen but found a Whore Love is a Dog from Hell Love is a fucking Dog from Hell The biggest guys I've seen decayed crack 'n crush when their Ladies played their Royal Flush All I ever got was a Dead Man's Hand she killed me with a point blank shot in the back on my last stand Love is a Dog from Hell Love is a fucking Dog from Hell

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

let all i have lived Be as if it were a dream And anoint me with the dew From Lethe’s stream. New scars don’t exsist Cause they are all the same, They only to obide Is their changing name. Lethe, thy will Shalt cometh and slay The insane pikes In the sewer of my soul away. Choas and order Aren’t oppisite states They’re toys of a child That it loves and it hates. In the grave No woman you crave At Acheron’s shore To Elysium you soar. That I shall forget An old yesterdays grief And that this threnody Inhees my woe’s reliefe. O come, o death Your brother of sleep Take me away from My woe and weep. Sometimes we fall in love With a snake of lies But believe her everything when in Her womb our head rest and lays. There is nothing worse Than to live in your own trials As to tread nomadic In anguish haunted miles. (Clean) Like a falling star I wither away, Silently burn In an unobserved sky.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

She was a Rose from Texas fucking born and raised Ace shootin' Republican proud and crazed I met her in Vegas this Lone Star Gal a Heart of Amber but a Soul from Hell Eyes like a Siren a Mouth like a Whore I fell for her Rune and wrecked at her Shore A Slave to her to the Dream she sold I slowly drowned half I sank, half she pulled It was a TXFO TXFO so crimson and clover A fucking TXFO She talked like a Sailor this Full Metal Bitch She lied like Cleric burn that Witch Deep in the Desert the Horsemen called for me that I shalt suffer 'til I've forsaken thee It was a TXFO TXFO so crimson and clover A fucking TXFO

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

When all is said and all sins done Each promise broken all vowes undone When all I’m left with are sore regrets Drifting and sleepless in empty beds. And when that rock there becomes your throne To cry upon him weep all alone Now I’m a nomad condemned to walk alone To face my wrong decisions that I never can disown. Can’t stay in no town as they’re all named for you Just walk to where the stone fell that I feebly threw The world is now my home but here I cannot stay And like the stars we once glanced at I slowly fade away. Our fears and daemons in the shadows lurk and hide To resize upon us in sleepless hours of the night And they will remain feeding from the tears we shed O despite how often we look underneath our bed. Hell is indeen no place where we go But something deep within us that dwells and viciously grows You’re shooting at me selfish bullets that you spew But still I keep running keep on running towards you. My eternal grief, anguish neverending

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025