In Death

A demon appearing to the blind Glowing red eye in its jaw Like a diamond empowering the inner vision Its essences is black Drawing the vision from a blind demon from the wombs of Tiamat and the spirit glows in black Entering my mind Let me rise with a lower body of a snake through smoke Through the dark portal of the burning eye of the blind demon Entering a scorched garden with a sea A stench of clotted blood Through inner illumination seeing motions and art Beast of death with countless forms Rise again as a sevenheaded beast Imagery burns within my soul filling me with seven fold emotion RISE Musmahhu Rise, beast of death Your seven voices poisioning my veins Coming swirling as snakeheads vortex through the black woods RISE! RISE! RISE!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

A coming presence driving me insane alienating me from this physical world A coming of end world prophet The one of deserts, of solitude The wind is silent The horizon is still blood red before turning dark I felt a presence of a fearful pride and wrath I saw something in the dark mist that breeds in nightmares and brought back fear and horrors that lies within for the world to see Within whirlwinds of fog and locusts the seven-headed beast transforms into a man-like being And his eyes... reptilian and glowing Through his reign the dark agenda will manifest through his spoken words and actions Under the dark twilight the grey and the black checkered carpet will be laid before the world For he to bring withered prosperity to the world under which nations will fall and cities burn And he spoke with a voice of death To bring the man to his knees

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Here is the place of death where the road of pain ends On this cold surface where I lay staring into the infinite nothingness There was nothing but darkness at first but a presence of cold With deaths hand on my shoulder and my mind is lost Once I sunk through the surface of the black sea to enter a purgatory leading to a final void of pain Bringing aside the bloodred curtain and facing the bright light and the path leading to a hill of crosses In the light which blinds me, the mass grants me as a near death prophet Once again I walk the roads of death Alongside templewalls in the dark, where mummified carcasses hangs as trophies ... To the hill where now a stonetable stands There's a sudden storm as I face the stone table The endless dark awaits beyond the horizon Here's the end of the human spirit In the dark horizone I can distinguish a black moving mass DEATH

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

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I want to leave this place of a false wealth Through dark solitude, death whispers its secrets of the vast wilderness Whispers I hear from the wild unknown Starring into the wilderness A light bearer in the blackness of the woods A sense of a voice calling from the black A face that calls So blue white and reeking of cold I want to wash the face with clotted toad blood Twisted witchery in the wilderness Twisting the mind and soul into the unknown wilderness Walking beyond the light in the shades of the nocturnal sorcery Twisting my mind I am an enemy of the structures of the false society The black woods are the eternal throne I forge my own will, desires and destiny You are nothing! A blind slave oppressed and programmed by false wealth With the skull... I speak at night With the skull in my hand I walk into the wild Holding a chalice up high facing the woods The black woods are my throne Smeared in black blood of a toad And followed by a howling black dog

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Out of slumber on the nightmarish path Awaken from the hypnotic dance of naked trees Out from this withered scorched woods A lifeless field of monolith-like structures rises high So black... The black thrones of death Nothing of this world reeks of such authority Reaches control over all borders of life and death A northern throne of total victory Bringing death and fear to the weak Bringing evolution through visions of bloody revolution Glimpses of what on doomsday we shall see A western throne of bottomless lawlessness Eastern throne the destroyer of old aeon's forms The negative emptiness and silence Southern throne of black light which blinds and manipulates it's surroundings The black thrones of death manipulates the glimpses of what on doomsday we shall see When I saw those ravishing thrones, my eyes bleed of pride and hunger... Of hunger Glimpses of what on doomsday we shall see

The snake that crawled out of the tree in Eden circled arround my soul and forces his way through my throat Illuminating me in this vast kingdom in the twilight of death Alienates me from the human world Exiles me from the living realm Nephilim spawned from angel whom breed with humans A race of giant I am a descendant of a half-god A spirit that orginates from an older race As thick fog dissolves white-grey giant sculptures of a non-human race rises before my eyes As the flesh and spirit remembers the subconsciousness converges with the consciousness and explodes in fierey images before my eyes Exiling me from the realms of life.. In death

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025