Hearts of No Light
This track is instrumental.
The fathoms of truth are where darkness is deep And triumphant over ideal and intellect Mesmerizing, paralyzing spirals of fear They become relief, spirit, and belief Skulls ascend high heaven’s eye Death will receive, drowning pride in grief, Birth will come and tears will dry Rather hear the ones carrying hearts of no light For but insects feed on stigmata They did fall in reverse And speak their truth in secrecy, with whispered voices, thousandfold As willfully blindfolded eyes might give weight to the paradox Some would do well contemplating The faceless and shapeless state of equilibrium Learn, while skin dissolves, to deliberate upon the thrice-lettered word For that which shelters, adulterates, revolves in Circles like moths to the flame To perpetuate the waters transpicuous and shallow So no one and nothing could ever drown in such constrictive seas Insignificance becomes breathable Even when perceived as an ocean, For unconscious focus persists Until the I becomes a sunken city, Ruins hidden in the cold vast dark It is through the gaze of the eye, That a face loses substance, Becomes stripped of all expression Until there is nothing left to hold on to, maintaining but bones and spirit, Thus essence is cleared of all false constructs, And towers of radiant unidentity emerge From underneath the cloudy surface to unfold in splendour And on top there is a crown enthroned, Made out of the remains of one million destroyed personas Forming omega
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Carefully did she choose Where her feet would gain further ground, Each step an extension of the idea Behind the symbolical trumpet. Behind her, closely, a growing trail of golden flames, Ready to consume the bridge, that was just being crossed By her who commands both dawn and dusk, in its entirety, Leaving but a skeleton of stone. Upon reaching the end said bridge, now groaning Under the pressure of impending death, she turns her head For one last view of, not the piece of work that is about To face its certain end, but the land that lies behind it, And for just one second A gleam of content flashes up in her eyes. And so she marches on.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
And we did pray for the rising tide To swallow our daughters and sons For the rotten to spread out their seed While we built this kingdom And crowned our kings And we did pray for dystopia, searing the flesh of the earth Under the flag of brightening word and ideal Creation’s crowning glory, standing strong and proud It may be blind but blessed In itself dead but living And we are indeed dead but breathing And we are indeed without eyes Abound of desire we're stumbling ahead To the pulse of malignant intent In glorious unconsciousness Feverishly sweeping towards the sole mountain And we are indeed dead but breathing And we did come to harvest the ashes, To claim what we saw, what is rightfully ours To defile, to rebuild, to beguile, to be spilled and Exiled, for at least our betrayal’s worthwhile And we did come to praise the forsaken, To hallow our truth, to defy death itself To oppress, to resort, to confess, to distort, To obsess what remains, for our reign has come forth And we did come to harvest the ashes, And we did come to claim what is rightfully ours And we did come to defile the temple For our reign is resort And we did come to praise the forsaken And we did come to hallow our truth And we did come obsess what remains For our reign has come forth
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
You speak from dark corners Where we find ourselves in When hours are drifting from above the sky In your domain, time is dissolved, Leaving but liquid that dances, radiant with none And your words echo in our mind Not among bones and flesh But within darkness that hides beneath our eyelids Where we find our true self Revealing not one spark of your enigma Yet there are hints of your presence within all that we do So engrave your sign into the surface of our spheres Penetrating principles of disgust with two golden arrows Dipped in a psychedelic serum One to answer for my unknowing and one for my clarity A pure portion of electric venom Scraping my face off this wall Scraping my face off this wall A non-dual facet, blunt in sustain Endangered species come to life Drawing sketches of a human being Parading barefoot over broken glass Through the mental jungle with the eyes of a lion Tentacled patterns open up and divine communion unfolds And I realize the absolute nothing Maybe I’m to burn forever And I was meant to burn for you For my ascent was vain endeavor A lament that you withdrew Inner sense to seed your curse Forming paths to see transcendence As you’d accent a fate so obverse With a fuse that burns from twice ends Enigmatic scheming I burn within you In ecstatic dreaming You are all around me Enigmatic scheming You burn within me In ecstatic dreaming Your flames surround me
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
From the mountains of fire to one From Elysian fields to the sun Within streams of corruption you’ll come From the covertly choir to none You’re the pulse of a lifelong ordeal You’re the vice I can hardly conceal Within dreams of irruption you’ll heal And what’s illusive again shall be real I follow you down The path into the fire I follow you down The path of vain desire I follow you down The path that brings us higher I follow you down The path to your empire Where ever you lead will be my destination No questions be asked nor answers be given As long as I’m free or dogmatic stagnation I shall be your vessel forever unshriven And deep were the caverns and mazes we crossed And deep will be what lies ahead of us now As seen through the eyes of the one that is lost There are no restrictions that you can allow Within this labyrinth the blind are The blessed and the blessed shall be blinded eventually For temptation is present in all that We hear and feel in all that we see None will be free from the oath of conviction Not one shall secede from this joyful addiction For the chains of the many are chance to the few And even fewer, if any, will find a way through Speaking works that deceive Every man is an abyss
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Every man is an abyss...
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025