The Exhibitions

The snake is here the abandoned inmost catching the rat focussing on death astray the silver-crossed chariot winding through unlimited sciences The star is here blinding dogmas of worlds in worlds below sky clears and vanishes hope and desperation The star is here speaking in triads There is no beyond no demigod but man no pantheon of wisdom when the bleakstar conducts It will eat your heart scourish warm unmistakable unclean This is not a place for you this is not a race you're part of this is not for you the listener is you Snakes embraces star enchained in distant chaos until the light catches us until the bearer reigns the beast [Dedicated to Louis Cyphre]

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

"Scribere proposui de contemptu mundano vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur mors venit velociter que neminem veretur omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur ad mortem festinamus peccare destinamus" Silhouettes in grey shape have seen another winter coming they learned to walk ecretly their faces straight to the sun Show them this contemptuous kind in the grey of the sky Without a word of mourning they yearn for one more beam of light this lavish grace of darkness is god before it dies Floating through spirals of endless latitude hailing the icon yet unspoken on the instant of waking there is splendour in their chants

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

On the day of my final sacrifice the chilling steel open my veins Blood stains my skin Silver chalice must be filled... Drinking the poisoned blood I enter my shadowed coffin Two goathorns in my hands I raise my arms and close my eyes to receive the infernal hails from my brother in the land of the damned The howling wind blows in the naked trees Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark Below me, the path to the cemetary where my spiritual brother take me They halt at the shadow of an oak My nocturnal funeral commence Laying in my blasphemous sleep I am lowered down to the pit A raven sings my last song as the wolves howl their goodbyes The funeral moon glows strongly now for I am nearly there This night of late October the darkside opens it's gate Morbid souls wait for me For satanic conspiracy Flowers of doom Rising in bloom You will see Our immortality!

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 10, 2025