Era-Decay

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Transcendental gathering Summit of the divine offspring Ceremony of those ultimuate mates Longing for a desperate fate Believing in protection In passion you’ll miss salvation Aware of human’s energy Through affliction we’ve reached ataraxy Staring at organised circles While drinking their vital liquid With irony we all gaze at each attempt To revive the long-awaited religious apathy Believing in protection In passion you’ll miss salvation Aware of human’s energy Through affliction we’ve reached ataraxy Unchained in an intalterable system of thoughts Poisoning will gradually take place While the process of contamination has begun The cessation of your mystic march will be your fate

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

A cosmic and eternal blaze bursts my cell Linked from skies to organic chasms I had mistaken creeds and reality Praised the myths of Father, Mother and the Rebel That’s rot!humans go away via erosion Take it for Gospel Your orator is hence The new paragon The molten metal gnaws my torment Here I am victorious, Victorious in my insanity, Over the greatest deceit of all time In an ultimate effort from which my blazing spirit shots up The blade of my cry tears the Machiavellian bind That made me too humanistic Here I am now wandering in my own death Tempting you to follow and cut for ever The cord which binds your decaying soul To your erroneous creeds

Trapped in locked tombs Confined in translucent borders Struggling to exist in a human envelope Will symbiosis ever be an illusion? Decades of decay Fading fate Instrument of hope and fear Servant of decrepitude Omniprésente et pourtant impalpable Telle des naïades venues du néant L’immuable Clepsydre veille en toute quiétude Sur votre inéluctable sénilité Architect of corporal cracks Lurring them with your skilful crafts Nowhere and everywhere Eras decay Omniprésente et pourtant impalpable Telle des naïades venues du large L’immuable Clepsydre veille en toute quiétude Sur notre inéluctable spiritualité Living among limpidity Increasing the gap between The inner and the outer Time obliterates

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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No matter which future you'll give To the h-reign On the wane or on its rise towards the summit The die is cast! No matter the awakening of conscious Or total abandon The gangrene has set in And the sly poison is incurable. "Qui de vous a jete la premiere pierre Sur l'edifice de la conscience humaine? L'epineux souverain votre sauveur Et vous l'avez suivi!" No matter what offerings you'll leave Imploring at the altars Sacrifices decimate you, Making you murderers in the infamy's pay. No matter which god you worship Cause you'll all be equal in the realm of death. You first have to die In a wide human genocide The beast has come from the never to achieve his soulless annihilating work "Come here, come here to be given the sentence of infamy!" And from its mouth receive the last baptism that will mark the end of our era In a blood magma made viscous by your corruption.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

« Take, eat, this is my body! » Peculiar hazes mist your mind over, Your faith can’t control your ravings anymore, For you killed it, taking the Ostix At any grab, its resort gradually loathes you. Released from your faith control, Yet inside you the battle of heaven Will not change anything Then from the chasms, your everlasting dwelling, you shall rejoin the fallen angels «Take, eat, this is my body » From the uncertainty of your faith Only remains the gaping mouth of temptation Die on tenterhooks, make up your mind Lurred by the holy Father your life has never been yours Peculiar hazes shall mist your reason over As long as the ostix shall flow out in your veins. For you i bleed myself : «This is my body, drink my vein!» And you will get what only the evil can give you Your own faith, your own existence, your own death

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

My fingers are thrones Thorns where the roots clog Perfectly formless Clasping a bamboo prison A sad majesty In a subatomic red caress In a calligraphy of skin Vespers and incense Howling through our lungs Like a lascivious meridian When soft the holy water fell Except it didn't A mardi gras of lament Sixteen hands high Fifteen coins tall For the watchers at the palace At the tiger madible banquet A wreath in the gloaming Lies like birds swarm (from their mouths) "Oh jerusalem We remain unuttered" But their cries Mote the mountains groaning And we carry a pallbearer’s gloom We bear this pallbearer’s gloom For all the saints in the sun can't save us now...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

From the roof of this world I conceive my aversion Surrounded by the earthly defuncts Spinning round, they massively push me on Like vultures at their carrion To become one of the perpetrators of the Extinction “Enjoy in your last hours Your mediocre lives, without clearly heeding The minds soaring upon you” And this, until I vomit this Damocles’ hatred Amputating the Earth’s matricid biped From the roof of this world, I revel in staring at your unconcern Spinning round with the earthly defuncts: I become the perpetrator of the Extinction They massively push me on and I speed up the process I thereby proclaim abortion Human will drown himself, just released from his mother’s placenta Always more stupid, always more formated, always more similar Du toit de ce monde je me délecte Tournoyant autours de la charogne Du bipède matricide Devenu lui-même auteur de son extinction

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025