Ascending in Triumph
Since I once heard the enticing call from the depth of the most secret core, the very rebellious lust of triumph burns wild in my black longing heart And now as it enchants me again, stronger and clearer than ever before I run in ecstasy towards the utmost edge disregarding any border, striving beyond I saddle the maelstrom of a burning Charybdis without an ounce of fear, nor stumbling or doubt For no chains of profane can ever prevent me even though my world’s foundation tremble nor even Death… As I once left the pity fellowship of man and my liberation shook their conception, they scorned and feared the essence of my quest since it made them question their deceitful reasons Yet their taunts and attempts to enslave me again were all in vain, for Lucifer himself shines within me “The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly” ( – F. Nietzsche) Driven by an urge to experience the concealed and now I shalt conquer God’s throne itself Through aeons I have travelled, floating through tunnels For nothing I seek but the gold of divine No chains of profane can ever prevent me even though my world’s foundation tremble So I followed the call and threw myself out from earthly cliffs, into the unknown where those who dare to enter will burn, yet ascending in triumph…
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Brethrens and sisters of the greatest Cause, all thee rebelling spirits who walk alone at night Hear my proclamation and take now my hands Let us together evoke and give rise to this numinous circle For we shalt create a black magical portal, an entrance for the great Ones beyond Thus we must obey their summons or vainly we will fall in despair For they are the keys of ascension to the hidden gates of liberty By injustice we are enslaved in a curse of order and time So adherents of the greatest Cause, now let us to this circle give rise An entrance for the great Ones to come, to strike into our cosmic world An entrance for the great Ones beyond, for this is our endeavour of divinity We were all entrapped within the demiurge’s reflection We were chained into blinding halls of the creation’s cloaked labyrinth Alas, it was the loss of divinity The loss of divinity! “For me it is perpetual pain and shadow and the dark night of the soul, and I have no voice to cry, to cry out with…” Brethrens and sisters of the greatest Cause, all thee rebelling spirits who walk alone at night Hear my proclamation and take now my hands Let us together evoke and give rise to this numinous circle For we are “the voice of awakening in the eternal…the eternal night…”
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
My mind wanders beyond false boundaries, to my most treasured sanctum A vast featureless landscape where the forces of my desires lingers Here, I can no longer comprehend the illusion of life No empty shadows wanders, thus there are no walls The asperity of breathing seems to lighten as I imagine the beautiful vision of an eclipse The hymn of absolute eradication reaches my ears this swan song fills my heart with joy Desolate and in myself seeking the golden depth Rapturously immersing I long for the day I shalt escape this confinement the day when my constraining flesh is abolished My mind wanders beyond false boundaries, to my most treasured sanctum The echoes have died, their clear voices appeases my essence
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
Even though the solemn path I follow lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds, and even though my eyes can not see what dwells beyond the theatre of undivine I believe in Thee, O’ mother of abhorrent light For I perceive beyond perception As my colden human body shivered I screamed in vain, cursing as I staggered For the echoes of the world stroked into my soul like scars of a thousand daggers Into the garden of withering I walked where shades of old still do haunt Dancing into the night among trees of dead a place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt Where shades of old still do haunt, a place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt O’ Mother Aletheia, I do follow the distant and sacred voice of thine, through the unworldly halls I do flow deep into the end of myself Into the garden of withering I walked where shades of old still do haunt Dancing in the night among trees of dead a place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt Thy mysteries, O’ holy mother of Lucifer are the greatest enigma of all And as all I see and love is Thee now the earthly shackles fall Even though the solemn path I follow lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds, and even though my eyes could not see what dwelled beyond the theatre of undivine I believe in Thee, O’ mother of veracity’s light For I dream beyond dreams…
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
The beautiful odour of October winds gently caress me with it’s benevolent hands, yet so dark and gloomy in it’s soul It permeates my intense heart with silent delight How I do love the passion of fading away the passion of dying… For it is Death herself who sweeps the landscape, embracing a lost world in shades and vapour I will never forget the dread of November, her grievance and stillness of lonely nights The desire of heart, in minor adorned, dancing so gently as dim northern lights How I do love this pleasant seclusion, this old bitter-sweet feeling, the passion of solitude O’ my frozen Queen of December nights let me transcend into a sleep without dreams, let me wither in your cold white arms…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
As thousands of burning eyes stared at me with mocking despise from the silent distance of their cosmic thrones, in a night sky so cold and vastly dark Entirely I questioned this space-time illusion and refused the shackles of matter’s intrusion So I closed my eyes and travelled deep into other specters, so far from earth Towards the void of spiritual tranquillity I float among stars and nebula dust Crossing all restraining limits, one by one on my voyage through galactic aeons I waken from an indistinct mirage to dissolve all the chains of creation, the cosmic dreams of mind Slowly do I now disperse into the abyss of Ain Eternally I proceed, into the black hole of my dream, to release myself from the circle of time By my purified spirit’s will to emerge with the infinity of Nothing beyond To transcend into the Absolute, Deus Absconditus… “I lived in this world of darkness, for myriads of years, no one ever knew that I was there…” Towards the void of spiritual tranquillity I float among stars and nebula dust Crossing all restraining limits, one by one on my voyage through galactic aeons…
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
O’ splendid Death, how I do long for Thee Please, carry me through embellished gates For the veracious reflection of my soul’s mirror glisten bright in unconscious passion, the lust for eternal departure For in my dreams, the heart’s most beloved, I do breathe nevermore… In the distress of life I demand the plagues from below to storm again, and so they swept through the world, yearning for liberty As I witnessed once in the mournful visions I now behold the grandiose gate to the vastly unknown For this I do proclaim; to the grave I belong since all I perceive brings me anguish and doubt For which poem in the world could portray the woeful absurdity of inception’s cause from nothingness to sordid matter? We do not belong to this stillborn world, but to the endless void, the void of its grave… O’ splendid Death, how I do long for Thee Please, carry me through embellished gates For the veracious reflection of my soul’s mirror glisten bright in unconscious passion, the lust for eternal departure…
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.