Noa's D'ark
Staring death in the eye at the very second leaving the womb. Existential questions arise along the lifeline. Will you be leader or follower? Will you seek beyond the common sense of 'why are we here' and find new meaning? And what hope can you cherish, when trust and faith trembles, with the fact of a constant failure that 'adorns' mankind? "Mors Vincit Omnia" A fate - sprung at first light Behind my two eyes - All granted Ignites - And through the third I seek - Become - And Be - March! Oh well of infinite loss Vessel of my Magnus fall To you my grip is tightened Concealed in sway Death bound - On the shores of misery Riding a pale horse With Lightning bolt And scythe at hand The return - to the morgue of Hope Return - But never to humanize Speak with the voice of Nada A soundless sound to fill the void Awake in illusion For the soul to mesmerize Reign forth and prevail By the blackest of prophecies With tangled arms and iaws alike "Vi et Animo" The return - to the morgue of Hope Return to nature's own The decay - It lies in the curve of smiles In the hearts that yearn In the hearts that burn In blossoms that deprive In the Dead Gardens of light Where I uplift my gaze And I forever chase... "...The soil of the wild untamed mind, in all it's grandeur & splendour. In which I plant my seeds to rise to a dismal height... ...It shall grow and overflow Rising high above the glow Blackening out the nursing light Of a now starving sun it once had grew upon" The days of your life all are numbered Now go on, count backwards till the day that you'll die Divide it by three, but minus your poor fucking misery Does it add up to all that you could be? Forever to Return To the Morgue of Hope In envy to yearn For the birth of Death
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
A vampiric tale extracted from the album title, this takes on a side course with a sensual lust for blood. As seen through the idea that you be like me, and we finally all be alike in eternal life. The more bitten, the more we become one. In this sense, the rescue of all different species, like the biblical tale of Noa, would be in vain. For eventually, variety in organisms will fade. It is a deep red everlasting thirst that awaits, and the demonic unstilled craving for our lively fluid prevails forevermore. As I drank the sadness from her skull Her reddened eyes renewed afresh While her gifted pulse redeemed at the edge of my tongue Great white angel with flesh of light, Come bath in death with me tonight I am all that you long for, and to devils I am King I am Eternal - Night ov Nights Blackwinged Serpent - Curse ov Christ Can you feel the funerary glow Your staggering breath is losing control Sinking deep into artery depths As I Dagger my teeth in your ocean red We are Eternal - Night ov Nights Blackwinged Serpents - The Curse ov fucking Christ Icaronycteris in the flesh Bringer of life Undead ...Soulless ...Seeking ...Blood Let's impregnate the incestuous womb of god Nocturnal rebirth come forth... The piercing flesh it calls... for more! I made you In the likeness of my own Supra se Deum - To the night we belong!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
The denial of god instantly replaced by 'self-deity'. To live on edge with no boundaries in order of the free spirit. Acceptance of the 'end-life' shall be the portal to a sixth sense. No hope - No fear. To become death, and to become the light that guides us there. To absorb life excessively and with that, drain the heavens from power, is to become the utmost best one can be. 'Asar Un Nefer', made perfect is he. So energize to vitalize! Hail to the hollow one uncalled by name whom drunken with death In manyfold came ASAR UN-NEFER - Made perfect is HE Unstirred is the blood unlocked by the key Annihilation of all bonds Self-cosmic revocation I connect to the very atom From which all dissolves and made V O I D Caress the indifference Bleak and salt tears of a worn down stone Pulsate all flesh to the abyss Disowned of fortune Irrevocable and harsh Semenicide at the core All bow to the captor at the lowest high Somatic ignition the enflaming of the heart by infinite fire, be born! Initiate, oh sun, grand majestic one! What ends in flesh - by ash' reborn Tempter ov the white light Exceeding on the hopelessness As faith like vomit crawls down from the cross He who Salivates and froths with jaws of death The rotted made Invictus And immaculate a new day dawns Somatic ignition The enflaming of the heart by infinite fire, be born! Initiate, oh sun, grand majestic one! What ends in flesh - by ash' reborn Come, glory glory Call forth this mandatory fall All lies in one - One lies in All Conceived at the pinnacle of ecstasy now adept me into the great below In union with All and nothing at once to pervert a god - and abort him at heart Self-proclamation - the wanderer's path My wild light won't be tamed It shines through words you read in shadows.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Subsequently to Tempter ov the White Light. Follow the light of the fallen' angel and its left hand path. For it is not in hope we find true salvation. It's in the bliss, wherein the chaos of love and death designs new meaning. And at the crux of their dance, true salvation emerges. Think not that by breaking bone the flesh extents Not nearly a truth is to be reached My light erases light And while your river freezes As I speak these words Pissing the mold from your crown My third eye As my cosmic jade Shall blind my guidance And lead me through two paths One's below me The other's inside True inner glory True inner peace does not ducking hide Restructures of immense beliefs Cuts godlike shapes into my mind As Unversed prophets like miserable thieves Steal sanity with fake born pride Shun 'em! it's not by father nor by son (But) Through death be born - Through death be gone In the sea of the self I dive and drown and yet never so awake Blackening evermore Hear heaven's gates roaring trembles In their fearful foreverness On my fearless flight Oh fallen angel My Anarchrist There is only one above me It is the self at rise I scatter my dreams Between the black doves of death The birds of birth, decay and sorrow And smeared on their wings The black bile of my prophecy Now they take flight Heavily up in the skies... They fly..
Shrines are a stillborn faith for insecurity to drown into. And along this hollow path towards them, the hollow ones seek on. And all it can find it consumes. Somewhere along its lonesome journey towards the end, it thinks and tries to grasp for a meaning. But in the end, that what he consumed, consumes him too. And to the big hollow he returns. Shifting through concrete In passive sway Guideless compulsion to de-celebrate The pulse of god by Morgues engaged The stubborn sense of dreams and faith Wide open caskets In the white of day This Day of laughter This Day of fate Mordred silhouettes Hallelujah Hallucinate ...Nocturnalized In Foreverness engraved "He who lives in the desert and finds himself alone in strength by absence of what's above or below him, he shall be risen to immaculate heights, and he shall dance with devil's at the table of undying truth and be taught; nothing! For nothing fills the will with existence, and existence knows that knowledge shall perish. For as it once came, it forever shall leave us, again and again and again..." Shrines of apathy Magnetic graves Inactive but thorough Triumph of age But ageless as the stars, will there bloom a lucid state? Will the soulless be freed from hunger, before we obliterate? Force-feed me with dormancy I need a ghost of death in me Don't wake me up I need to leave The white of day it shines through me No reflection, no compassion No tomorrow's satisfaction Fill my shrine of apathy And lay my bones to rest in thee "...For nothing fills the will with existence, and existence knows that knowledge shall perish. For as it once came, it forever shall leave us, again and again and again..."
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Lingering further in the matter of 'self-deity'. To not deny animalistic instincts, to mindfully train in night vision, to indulge in the seductive force of nature's gifts, and raise a brighter awareness of the 'now' and the self. Heed the call of the one war that's not foreign And trace it's words into the selfless sky Seal your world at the end, let all expire One final given glance cuts your pouring reign The matter of law - Shred by claw In the oneness of light flames forth A wild liberty - Assailed by Cosmic Lightning Do whatever you claim by need Trust and shatter faith under feet Attain the apprehension of existence Equalize 'I' to noon and night The Kingdom of god lies within you And from there the fruit shall sprout In Original Sin The light, the love, the life and liberty All becomes one in purest form The Night, the naught, the death of the holy trinity So be it unto you in the whole of one These are the emanations, Grown by the roots of hell There are no limitations, When there's no soul to sell
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
"But in the loneliest desert happens the second metamorphosis: here the spirit becomes a lion; he will seize his freedom and be master in his own wilderness." - Friedrich Nietzsche, excerpt from: Thus Spoke Zarathustra The unwary one lies dreaming Walker through the midst of being Through the valley winds come seizing Lean into them give them meaning Separate the 'I' from 'all' Engage yourself within the fall You, walker of the sky keep dreaming Elevate above the waves Triumphant one -
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Baptism Inferno - Touched by the left hand and send out for rampage over the faint hearted. Those who are born of fire, reignite the flame. Those who are not, shall perish. I'm spawned by cold indifference Through anti cosmic spheres And lowered right before my eyes all lie terrorized in fear With sulphurous bleak apathy my beings inerrant Compulsive to the empty beat my heart thrives on despair Anointed - Blessed - and Born for Burning Infernal venerations from which I draw with might In Vanity and clairvoyance I seek eternal night Drive forth with the four horseman and an ever blazing sword Lusting out in anarchistic force for the demon lord Father of the serpent throne my endless shining sun For you I'd kill forever for this graveyards never done Let me lead the multitude of gods flock into the den And strive with utmost blasphemy their children to repent Anointed - Blessed - and Born for Burning Seized will be the heavens lying shattered at my feet The carnal gates of eternal death now magnetised with greed Can you hear the mournful cries of a million dying souls Pleading in the constellation of their mirror void Anointed - Blessed - and Born for Burning
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
To become the Alpha and the Omega, all bound in one. A self-coronation in process, emerging from barren soil, channelling its roots with merely light and dark as witness. And to finally enthrone thy temple of flesh amidst the rotten fruits once so fertile. For it lies here, inside the sour taste of decay, that we nurse the free spirit at ease. And this is no solitary path, when one's enriched amidst the chaos it finds within. I am the Godless I See through the Godless Eye Godless I am I See now that God am I "And so my waters became a flood From sea till shining sea It rids all life on earth Bound to ever destroy..." As vivid as I remember As bright as I recall this vanishing of birth this inner glow a glow of spectral death making me whole As it keeps on haunting me As I gazed upon the self From my mountain of existence No reflection was ever there Just an alchemy of thought And a splintered silence Wherein lies but the reduction Of a bastard word called 'god' I am the Godless I See through the Godless Eye Godless I am I See now that God am I I am the dissolver of guidance I am the forever black The throbbing penance of a bullet From a gun of sin and flesh I am the uncreater A rabid dog of pest Just follow my commandments 'let chaos do the rest Your body is a temple - set your temple ablaze
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
An ode to the never ending most admirable force of self-destruction that only mankind takes credit for. Masses... Deprived... Prolonging forth into one final march Paralysed indifference Succumbed from within Staring eyes of the faceless taking flight Cold commitment Blind fulfilment Open up 'no god forbid it' Lose your final breath into the sun Arms wide open Words unspoken Another funeral dirge unbroken Folding hands in prayer left in vain ..."Here comes the flood" Deliverance And the flock drops to its knees Inherited The guilt, the shame, the disease Force-feed Swallow now, the exit seed You fucking breed like multiplying rats! All along and always have been... Deflower Centuries of Continuous Reveries From the land of Nod we came and thus... We shall return. Introspectively woven with death Gnawed, straight by the roots From Archaeon into Oblivion No child to see the newborn dawn Masses - Prolonging forth into one final march Deprived - No child to see the newborn dawn Deliverance - And the flock drops to its knees Inherited - The guilt, the shame, the disease Force-feed - Swallow now, with demon speed You fucking breed like multiplying rats! All along and always have been.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025