Tabernaculum

Collapse the vast expance of the mind O light of the world leave the clouded eye For there is ghastly knowledge of ones being Vile acts of of contrition within the five pillars As if to ease the poison of the mind So the ideal of life must shatter In passing into insagnificance Untold wisdom bestow upon thee The pangs of the flesh crying out for deliverance Bodies of suffering ache with insight of cessation The weight of the earth has been a great burden A weight lifted off abated shoulders Baring the weight of a dying world Weary with the infinity of suffering Cometh he with broken wings And waning faculties to share the burden A world in perpetual mourning Cursing the fate and cruel misfortune Unknowing in an aeon of trespass Of a hideous flaw in nature Silence on the searing dust Aims to the schism in the earth To spill the cup over quivering mouths Blood of all blood The Failure of the flesh Withou value, without meaning Before you stands the body of vanity One with the beating heart Here lays the crushed global spirit As one with the woe of the many The body of hope is restrained by invention itself Writhing silently, weeping to the beast of the earth Carrion is a Godlen Throne

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Where is the god shrouded in light? Where is his saving grace? Behold the child of promise Writhing on Golden floors Where is the tranquility of being? The realisation of meaning Behold the trashing of blemished limbs In the cruelty of birth untimely ripped The seed of his shining adversary Original sin being an unspoken gift A willfull acknowledgment of nature In all his infinite wisdom A child is born in the his image Bloodied and screaming, anguished In the name of the fallen human form In union with sacrosant channels The stream of light is all knowing Yet born with inherent wickedness and depravit Wholly a vessel of flesh upon bone As nothing more than beasts We are but failure of God To drown the hope of purpose To shower the world with suffering When everyvoice cried out in silence We`re statues of ash to seize the wind

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

A Universe has died Yet flesh stands still The earths last cycles divine And falling from The light of the collapsed sun Searing that divine Descend from solid form Fall from… And all consciousness broke free! A burst towards invisible flame Conceptual weightlessness The most purposeful eruption Foreseen a thousand times As flickers in the minds eye No knowledge of an earthly body Nor the sense to question why We sway towards a flickering light From a flock that has no shepherd An endless feeling Of feeding from a dead source Let poision be the water of life To wash away our futility A return to empty form I am the vibration of the air In the vacuum of floating bodies Falling from the warmth of flesh Blood flows without direction And the cacophony of silence The eye becomes clear Within the walls of the mind And presence felt Black radiance in the face of all The last flicker in the eyes Seen by the all seeing A blade in already dead flesh Blood flows on horizontal planes Through mazes of permanence Blotting out the gods And their flaring veils of hydrogen A return to empty form

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Here lays the cloak of the earth The dancing of flames in the sky Raise my spirit to the heights of the dying To scorch this failing conduit Adrift above the blackened body From an age of rot and misery The death of man in the eye of God Gleaming with brilliance in it's finality The abomination of man is cast to the pit To wallow in blinding fumes In the embrace of waning subsistence Words of truth fallen on bodies unhearing Destitute of consciousness, of meaning Illuminate the temple of the flesh Path of the sheeted eye Vanity most high shattered and hemorrhaging Ripped of the mortal element Raised aloft on a floor of grabbing hands Drenched in blood and filth All but lifeless body Howling curses to the wind Blackened by the elements Motionless Grand sentinel to the gates Weepiing pus through cracked skin For the horizontal plane is split Bellowing black smoke of the abyss Shrouded by flame...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Dying as the morning sun Bleeding on white hot floors Amid a stench of iron and burning flesh Evisceration of divinity When she was bursting with child! O high queen of rot and decay Unveil your ravaged sovereignty Shrouded in fumes and scalding vapour And frail of the whispered offering We take your body for our own To fill your wounds with curious tongues And your hollow womb with ash A womb from which all life dies But not without the pain of birth Praying for death before the end All but twisted wreckage, a husk! Weak of the whispered offering Bubbling skin and scalding ointment Anointing the feet of the dead A paltry hope of the dying To see the sons lie in state The cries of voices broken Heart of the malformed With woe you beat no more Truth is born in the last gasp

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

I am the walls of the temple Crashing down upon the woeful The salt in the wound An offering of the vine The lifeblood has forever lost it's vigour Thus the spirits leaves the body Flesh of expiration walk the halls of mist To permeate the jagged rock To form the foul image of he without eyes Rising from the white hot flames Vital fluid flows An antrorse cascade The right hand of divine abhorrence moves Casting a shadow on this sphere of vapour Come! Interventing mercy Wash away the abscess of the soul Hemorrhaging at it's very core! Utter the words of forgotten tongue To turn their veins to stone Elevate the monuments of death Omen of the rising flames The gates to the inside Spew forth the grotesque in all their hideous volumes Enlightenment without reward Only regret of partition Dead the age of hollow vessels

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026