Scourge of the Formless Breed
Immersed in the Uncreation, He sleeps… Time’s an artificial device None can’t conceive infinity None can’t conceive perfection False fixations of hundreds generations of free thinkers Is this world the creative lust of a lonely god? Earthly waters were flushing in disorder Souls under the forgotten dust They needed a fragile shell to fix existence Millions of faces – billions of epiphanies Self-exploited generations of gods Human illusion of a supernatural care A divine eye’s open – existence starts The blink of a second Hiding the heritage of aeons Pathetic generation Less than a grain of sand annoying that eye He doesn’t care your pitiful existence Less than a moment and that eye will be closed Humanity crushed By the eyelid of the Eternal One!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Before every kind of conception Before the idea of existence From the depths of the Uncreated Lay the ancient god Flames – for cleansing the act of birth Order – to blow away every structural defect To trust the iniquitous No one asked to be created No one asked to be made No one asked to be made Aeons of apathy – illusions of independence Unsane Pangea dwelled by their subspecies His compass created the equilibrium Promising free will Deriding mankind’s misery Summoning pathetic beings Urizen’s fire will melt you in one Cleansed in a punishment Smelling like perfection Chaos will be the ultimate myth Depopulating this Planet Catharsis of souls Torture of bodies A whole existence of research for a self-proclaimed God Catharsis of souls Torture of bodies Finally melted in the Burning Sun For a self-proclaimed god [Lyrics based on W. Blake’s Urizen]
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Looking for the meaning of life Everything started by blood Everything will end in blood In the blue procession – bodies ready for inception A dawn of new hopes A meaning for your terror A slaughter conceived To tribute life conception Phallic constructions To contrast Omnipotence Geometric perfection Pyramidal elevation The Sun’s rising – the body’s splattered Bloody heart in elevation Eternity insured by A constant homicidal nutrition A dawn of new hopes A meaning for your terror A slaughter conceived To tribute life conception Thousands useless slaves increasing the splattered mass A useless man ennobled by a goal Permitting the Sun to shine again Broken bones of a fallen cadaver On the temple stairs Tomorrow the Sun will rise again Nerved by the previous bloody purple sunset
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Suspended cast Between living human forms and divine Servants of the Supreme Nephilims incarnate Raising up potentials of human race Generating the Enoch Spawn Giants daring to challenge God Wicked disequilibrium Imperfect creation Nephilims incarnate Since Time began water, winds and fire purified Aeons before the Dogma of Baptism The Creator blew out the consequences of Liberum Arbitrium Breeding superior creatures to be enslaved Surging up like gods – Sons of Enoch Flushed away with the Flood Sons of Enoch – facing divine grave with the gift of Death Punishment eternal will contain the seeds for a second challenge No Spawn – No Reign Incomplete extinction Blamed remnants of an ancient domination
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Ancient Hymn of the Unconscious An animal instinct telling you what to do Obey! – the meaning of right or wrong… … obsolete human device Less than a grain of dust In the cycle of Time Less than an unproductive seed Confronting the Creator of the Gift of Life After a long awaiting Flowers of death now are blooming Once a century the Ones will face each other Only One will survive The blooming nail thirsty of blood Will recognize the eyes of the Chosen The strongest creature in that cursed spawn of rejection No offsprings – no hopes – no goals The only blooming flower’s the sacrificial nail Pitch blackened in its own vocation Iron shining spilling blood Force-fed to breathe From the cradle to the slaughter God inserted a self-destructive order Mutual eternal murder To guarantee their mere subsistence Punished surviving the Ancient Flood Their one and only torment: being obliged to suffer! Fighting for a forced existence Breeding is malediction Brother versus brother Raising the blooming nail Enoch’s cursed spawn Breed of the rejected [Both Sons of Enoch parts are freely inspired on the biblical creational myth of Enoch and on an ancient Sumerian legend, with a small additional contribution of H.P. Lovecraft]
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Dislocated to insanity None can’t more recognize a pure feeling Paranoid analysis to check the impossible mistake Every new approach seems like war Every single being hides a universe Of outrageous secrets – hidden feelings – malice – unforgiven sins Dislocated to insanity Impossible trusting each other Reborn in a new form Fitting a new disease like a perfect glove The abomination To Hell I descend Keep stagnating into this sickness Ad astra per aspra Condemned to fight the odds Doors of perception opened on different worlds Suffocated – humbled – distorted Breathing consumed corrupted oxygen in molecules Paralyzed in an eternal meanless fight No way to escape Sentenced to immobility Landscapes are moving The world keeps turning But the ‘I’ is stagnated into living unexistence Portraits of insecurity Leading to nowhere Doors of perception opened on different Worlds Doomed to lay closed Eyes aiming high Feet stuck on the ground Humbled in commiseration Descending to the Throne of Death Choose between rebellion or stagnation Anabasis… paralysis [Based on Homer’s Odissey]
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Mankind was created equal Global fetus with unconscious capabilities From procreation to obliteration Deep human thoughts – animal mere instincts Do your choice – Follow the Free Will A falling presence – the breathe of life Testifying humanity could create deeds of eternity Nihilism dominates Enticed by the most trivial instincts The abyss of despair won’t save you from the Holy Shame Self extinction A heart of ice Cold like a stone is Will be drilled by the pity of God And warmed by the flames of Hell Void – Embracing nothingness Going over and testifying creating deeds of eternity Created in this world but not part of it Created in this world but not part of it Dissimulation – Pride – Weakness Products of abomination Weak attachment to life To prove existence could blow away Sickening cerebral vanishing pride Eternal ideals – Pursuit of happiness Lack of sacrifices – the bill of punishment Creating deeds of eternity The spawn of human (g)race [Lyrics inspired on G. Leopardi’s Zibaldone and G. Ungaretti’s Il Sentimento del Tempo]
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Portrait of insanity Constant research to nowhere Innate urge to discover A concentrated will against the tempest and the tide… Something inhuman… The Leviathan awakes! Daring to find the last meaning Into the sickest depths From the blackest chasms to the highest skies Handling a burning weight of misery Unlocking a challenge through spirits Tremendous appearance of Impassible pain A meaningless body entering the whirlpool Washing human structures Waves despoiling the corpse of its sinful nature No flames – No Holy Water Just the fury of the elements Bringing uncontrolled purification Like Phlebas the Phoenician Forgotten between the cries of gulls Passing through the unstoppable tide Leaving behind ages and ambitions Unmerciful procession Pitiful deception Going with the flow Before the awakening of the gods of doom A secret current picked bones in whispers This is the final page This is the fatal stage Death by water Coil of nothingness! [Additional lyrics taken from the notes from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot – Again! I know, I love it…]
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Space and time are one devices Millenniums of enlighted minds Tried to conceive the absolution But every creation leads to an end Every beginning is doomed to decay Futile existence to conquer the Throne of Nothingness They are the seven uncreated formless daemons of the apocalypse Seven serpents – seven shells of eternal gestation Procuring humanity the gift of the unexistence They are the Zephyrus blowing human hopes away They are chained in hidden shells over the skies Fed by abysses of frustration Constantly growing into the Uncreation They are the Holy Snake They are the Unholy Dragon The furious beasts bringing plagues Seven and One Nihility made flesh Awaking the seven serpents! “Adad-Jahad! Amon-Jahad! Irra-Jahad! Namrat-Jahad! Nunn-Jahad! Beuu-Jahad! Nergal-Jahad!” Will be your last evocation Onsets became prophecies [Freely inspired from M. Mignola’s Hellboy and on an ancient Indo-tibetan myth]
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026