Apocalypse Sun

I am I Apothosis crowned with a black sun nimbus Of seven Immolating rays Risen from a sea of cacophony and darkness And invested within starless night With the left hand stir the serpent Who slumbers before the throne of Ariemanios Awaken! Seven storm clouds of Typhonian winds Ten horns to rend! Poison for poison Confound hymn of praise Omega, Upsilon, Omicron, Iota, Eta, Epsilon, Alpha From this sphere shines black illumination! From this sphere comes wrathful fire! Ebon Izevaot Rush towards the children of man with the hand of Gadriel And with the stroke Kasyade, strike the womb of the genetrix I am I

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Tehomat Coil thy form above me And guild me with seventy horns As I rise from thy black sea temple And pass back through the gates of Death and the Abyss To copulate with the Fates And extinguish the stars with my hands All stars but one With serpents jaws I feast upon the face of god And drink the wine of his heart I rend and burn his form And unleash a deluge Of blood from his wounds To drown the world of man Sphagia of the highest divinity I give to a throne so utterly low And from the chalice of Geh I pour the dark shadow of time. An Irregular liberation of menstria to poison the heart of Sothis As Akhekh devours the moon the Word of Truth is assailed once more And thus the Circle broken Saturn enters the subterranean mansion Of a dread star whose course arcs through the nadir of the abyss Then rises from the underworld To be reborn as the blazing black flame of the Lord Enemy Whose illumination is Death

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Sept-Dracronic star raised in culmination above the dying earth, at each point a devil crowned with a hundred blazing suns, like so many flaming spear points born from black oceans of naught. Sidereal phantasmagoric host heralded from the abyss by the resonance of the first cosmic Utterance. Fulgurous princes of tribulation enshrined upon thrones of burning horns, seated above visages of fury and scorn, the seven faces of the Devourer who slithers through the black between the stars. I pray before the yawning maws of gluttonous ruin, the divinity that shall swallow the heavens and sunder the earth drowning all within the infinite ocean of darkness. I give praise unto the seven daimons of the abyss, the earth, and the twilight of this aeon's end. The lidless gaze of the Eye of Typhon, an ebon igneous orb suspended within the dark immensity of empty cosmos falls upon me. The Autarch of the First and of the Last awakens within me and I know attainment of the heights within the voidal perfection of deep Tehom.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

"I" am the seed that must die in the earth. My surname is Drakon and I exhale my spirit two-fold under the sign of the Raven's Skull. Oh, igneous venom, I ingest thee from the fiery chalice of the Coiled One beneath a tumultuous sky of flame shed mercurial tears. May the Blooded Lion lay upon the sulfur that is my disgorge and be stayed by the poisons of my toil. Shackled in a coffin of Iron, heated within the flames of the Forge of the Ebon Sun. I seek the Magisterium through the gates of immolation. Sable daimons of the Gate of Horns be not unfamiliar, for I have slain thy brothers of the ivory pass with the reaving athame of Mort. The earth trembles with the resonance of the waking Devil's breath and the harvests burn and locusts gather with the opening of his eyes. Six spheres hat become thrawled under the baleful sign of Saturn. Seven sisters in conjunction wail the name of God and Quayin's black winged host exanguinates the moon. Seven trumpets resounding, the raging Theullai hath been freed from the abyss. Seven seals are breaking, disinterred Titans rise. Seven gates are opening, seven spheres of flame, I upturn the seventh chalice, and pass beyond the Seventh gate.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Mouth of Semhazia rise up from the earth. Threat of sulfur and fire, I cast myself abject into thy Furnace of Triibulation. Prince of the Earth's Inferno anoint my flesh and b urn this carnal prison of decay. Lay me bare upon the lake of fire and baptize me within its scorching waves. Execution of the body of Eden's clay. Trial of the body of light and of the dark, the pillar betwixt the heights and the abyss. Draconic axis mundi! The Furnace is the Forge, and the Forge is the quintessence of the Swallowed Sun, a Sun that shines within the depths of Hell and illumes the gates beyond the Pleroma.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I upturn the chalices of flesh upon the serpent laden altars Of Ophion's wrathful aspect and lay vigorously From the gathering vermilion pools, Beneath the blood-born caul, Shrouded within the shades of Nehemoth I bare the funeral lamp down the corridors Of Somnus' spiraling tomb And trespass beyond his muted gates To stand before the dim throne of Moth That I may drink from the cup of his left hand the sacred wine of the abyss. Death-grail of sulfur and serpent-blood poison That slays the body and eclipses the soul. I shall drink the essence of the Drakon And in death be inhumed and reborn.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Shilyat, devour me seven times in seven maws and carry my remnants within thy belly through the gates of the Abyss. Rahab, entomb my soul within thee, that it may become a black seed germinating within thy womb, adorning thy flesh and filling with the blood of Tannin. Ophion, expel me, into the chthonic depths beyond celestial illuminations, that I may call upon the tempests and summon the Fates of gather about me. Reborn, I unfurl my coils before the deep throne of God, nighted and inversed and rise from his oceanic temple. Shedim, enshrine me in my fury as I call upon the Storm and draw up Leviathan.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Wnen thy nations become as the long nighted Gomorrah And the curses and profanations of provenance dims the stars of heaven And the therion skulk within the ruins of the kingdom of Adamus I shall adorn the skin of Belchira and speak with his mouth the terrible utterance of Black Metatron. And I shall place in thee pneumata akatharta, that we may gain the gnosis born of fire, earned in strife and woe and become Legion, or in fire be consumed and diminish. Into fathoms of infinitesimal dark these words shall cast thee down. Only the radiance of Heosphorus' infernal orb shall grant thee vision to return from the black of Sheh-ohl. Ye, serpent marked, know new form and harken onto the high-seat of Dawn, to stand before the golden throne of Helel. He who sits enshrined in fury between the might of Gog and Magog, resplendent before the Daimonium.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Grammaton four-fold, writ with star-fire upon three tongues Three tongues sealed within the mouth of god The mouth is the chamber in which is housed flame of Creation What sentinel and binding spell sought to bar thee from this radiance? Through what way and by what means did though pass, oh black winged Kasb'el? Through tribulation and strife ten-thousand fold or ways nighted and unknown did thou ascend? Virile was thy respass unto the atrium of the Catholicon. Glorious was thy theft...long was thy fall. Cast upon flame and pitch, forbanned and bound Aoratos! The NAME silence, and unspoken... Where can thou be sought, oh black winged Kasb'el? In what prisons aphotic were thou sent abject beyond the illuminations of tyrannical thrones? By what ordination was they tongue made silent to all worlds and aethers? Doth thou await me, in patience unequaled, oh black winged Kasb'el? I seek thee now and forever...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Daebaaman! Faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks To whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names Ineffable adversarial triune In conjunction at the center of the cross Birthed from a womb with dragon's teeth And raised in deific spledor as three roaring serpents Three serpents from one To coil about the four pillars of the earth And slay the sons of man I now drink from the first cup and pray for the last Disinterred, the slain sun that lies transformed within the abode of the dead Rises dead and black, I now eat of the final harvest A feast of slaughter, sickness, and woe As black illumination rends the heavens and spills across the earth Daebaaman! Dragon of Old Maw of Reclamation Devil of God and man Bled by the Cosmic Sword Yet unconquered Indomitable Enemy of Creation Thy blood corrodes the sigil of the Time-keepers Divine nepenthe and poison Daebaaman! Thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss The grail from which I sate the thirst of black gnosis I tast of all offerings from thy table and thy cup And dance in jubilation as darkness in apotheosis forms And enter now the world.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025