Monument of Depression
A world stripped of its colour devoid of love and hate. There's no one left to stand before St Peter's pearly gates. To see the chaos man has wrought, Brings havoc to his brain. The few that's left on judgement day, Have been acquitted as insane! A silent world of shapeless things, of torn and twisted form. Man sits amid the wreckage waiting vainly for the dawn. The glory of man has come and gone, A broken shattered dream. The only sound to rent the air, Is a stifled choking scream! Blindness follows darkness man awaits impending doom. His mind lies dead, to arise no more, no awakening from the gloom. Lost amid the twilight world Of never ending night He needs no more his senses, Least of all he needs his sight! The chariots of fire rode roughshod through the world. Men of vision stood ridiculed, seen but never heard! Cries of disillusionment, Drowned by mans desire. The need for mass destruction, Fuelled the raging fire!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The Fifteenth Moon is failing down Having broken a Seal of Isolation Opening the Gate for Magic The Winds brings Magical Choirs October’s Night October’s Magic Penetrating into each part of the body Sating its energy Copulating with Night October’s Night October’s Magic Old sounds from black material Not so pure but clear Still keep the message Mystic Winds Mystic Choirs So necessary To copulate by ritual ecstasy With penetrating force of Magic Choirs Mystic Winds Mystic Choirs
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Depression is mind I’m dreaming about the lost feelings And I feed an empty soul Undressed you I drink the wine I dress the black I drink the wine I dress the black Blaspheming flaming moon Blaspheming flaming moon Depression is mind I’m dreaming about the lost feelings And I feed an empty soul Undressed you I drink the wine I dress the black I drink the wine I dress the black And I’m looking to your eyes Blaspheming flaming moon Pressure inside I drink the wine I dress the black I drink the wine I dress the black Blaspheming flaming moon Blaspheming flaming moon
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
To kill…To kill yourself To kill feelings, innermost desires and needs… To rise above… To rise above everything to touch and reach The highest point at the end of the vagueness or infinity Later looking back after all You’ll see the worthless essence That is meanness of filthy empty world Going away from the hopeless world Of the sheep-beings you become purer They aren’t able to understand and appreciate The genuine feelings, the genuine nobility They don’t even need it How lonely I am among flashing color creatures Things are dancing before the eyes Because of this garbage-mass fuss Pain is absolute Everyone is weak in face of it To kill yourself It means to rise above everything What can be more perfect than pain? …Only Death. Diabolicon
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I want to fly away From here forever I want to fly away To the world where I'll be able to fly freely Where there is nobody here And only I am There I am in the dark sky I am flying on the Blackwings The cold air is there But it isn't frighten me I'm flying in the absolutely Black sky completely free There I'm in the dark sky I am flying on the Blackwings There is darkness everywhere There is nobody here Only a black wind carries me Away farther and farther to this damp fog
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The bizarre arts Sexual addiction So addict to the fucking cunt So pleasant, devilish attractive Bizarre rituals Bizarre arts Bizarre rituals Bizarre arts Through the prism of misanthropy Look for the violence crushing for the cunt Mighty energy for the orgasm To physiological emaciation Through the human dependence From the fucking female beginning For the further progress Into the Darkness Bizarre rituals Bizarre arts Bizarre rituals Bizarre arts Female is a tool for this way Sex is a violence To crush the fucking twat To drink strong water out of hole To engulf by the fucking cunt Attractive if you are dirty or wet Need leather to cover you Need rubber to close you Need metal to pierce you Need sperm to fill you Need leather to cover you Need rubber to close you Need metal to pierce you Need sperm to fill you
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
One Thousand Nights in the solitude Moon shines on the Horn The Ground is on the Bones The Cold pierces My Skin It’s December It’s December entering in the Northern Room One Thousand Nights are around With Shines and Shadows The Ninth light is from The Clouds It’s December It’s December entering in the Northern Room
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Through the years I built the monument of Depression The Monument of Isolation Don’t touch My free flying to Darkness by your mud The Hammered monument of Depression Isolation is for the builder Isolation of an artist Hammered through years
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026