Malum in Se

The nightmare about which we never speak, Everyone!, in the sleep or the wakefulness- have seen this woman. The one who painted Pale and cold aura, beyond the dark veil she watches and stalk us waiting to incarnate, the orb, the essence, she watches us Pale and cold aura, beyond the dark veil ,she watches us, stalk us. Blood swirling in the purple neck that hangs from the ceiling cries from the stillborn. Rotten flesh joining the ground it crosses the souls of the weakest almost beastly, they become animals what a horrible night to have a curse SOLO fine and immeasurable purple mist drowns me she seems sad and afflicted The eye of the great raven saw us remind us The one who built the Necropolis in each dead hour i have triedto get away from her. Nobody has return, of the fog no one can leave We can only wander and get lost in it In the mist all the stars die unknow the strange guest who lives in our souls.(1) (1)x2 My heart now lives in the shadows The eyes are closed, the ears ignore and the voices are quiet in the ground that loves Silence “Cernis qua vivis, qua moriere latet” (X3) All the stars die.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Where the rocks touch the sky, there is no difference between day and night Eternal pale light,penetrates the hillsides,that painted with blood were Orbs in geometric position are aligned, accumulated energy to the black Transmit The echo of the trumpets have rumbled against the clouds, the hour has come when the lightning strikes the top of the great mountain will open the forgotten path. Obey the designs of the devourer of the dead Roots of the evil forces cling to their flesh suffer the possession of the nauseating priest, has vanished youre freedom (1) the waves flood their rotten soul hosts of depravity infection of the spirit bloody scream in agony (1)x2 The great eye of the Black Mountain feeds on you your hearts will be withered Timeless cycle of energy Puppets,pile of useless bones under my orders are. Purified shall be their homesno more laughter, no more breezes of faith. (SOLO) Listen to the whispers the devourer of dead calls breaking a young spirit is easier let the children leave to the call of The rain The transmission has initiated. They will fall.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Monotonous beings slaves of their own morbid thoughts Slowly moving at the edge of this tophill the voice calls me, smoothing ear With rough and grunting sounds taking this feeling of gray exile Mildew epitaphs, supended in isolation, plundered mausoleums decorate this land The ligth on my skin does not burn as well, only warms my escense I listen to soft whispers, that announce that the star king will have its daily funeral (1) Soon the moon will kiss this field Cease the Victorian lullabys Shed this blood that it no longer wants, which no longer needs to flow This has no end, I am still falling without reaching any part (1)x1 They throw me to the black abyss Breaks my face, dismembered my limbs, lacerate my soul The moon will give orchids for burials to come...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Black clouds have accumulated over the town. the wind blows so strong that the trees seem to have will. they shake off and twist as if something was bothering them, hurting it, annihilates inside. The paths of this village now forgotten by the light. Dance and seem to call me, seducing these five senses. poisoned by hatred and despair. Crows rush against the rocks, brutally beating their wings & skulls with dementia their bodies are shattered, thick & icy blood paints my skin One by one they fall from the Mountain, all come to die here, I cannot stand to contemplate this massacre Disturbs my perception &-- pulverizes my mind. SOLO Was it possible to distinguish what was happening to me? Could I only attend to the call of death? ((Black winged creatures, with their corpses flood everything that is around me, embrace the horrible nature of their suicide, embrance the dismal Gallery, the messengers of the inanimated, Radical purge.) Shout that I, must exterminate every source of light. weak souls Forever in the darkness.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

In the quiet stillness of the night Path away toward darkness home that saw my descendant grow roof that shelters my beloved. listen to me she said, leaning her hand on my chest in red must be stained this ground I am the soulless incarnation the one who could see the dismal gallery. Among sighs and solitude take my essence. with majestic agony let the hate consumed me. No more free souls, i must finish with your pain. in the deepest dark youll see when your blood spills and your heartbeat disappear. SOLO Crime? guilt? Remorse? I don't know it in me extinguishing its luminous aura is my duty. Death is the darkest way, but the shortest. The tears are shed, shred their skulls mercilessly one by one fracture their ribs and lacerate the skin soon you wont feel anything. Your wrenching screams decorate this premature autumn two glass caskets, three corpses (SOLO) The rain will wash this face without expression two graves without name two graves without epitaph.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The color of this room The light of the decaying moon. Doesn´t mix with the purple of this crystal box. Contour contracted lips of habitual paleness Eyes that lack of brightness Birth after death! Ghosts will suffer the mourning of their own death Lost in a sea of black spells and altered reality Intact eyes that wont see shine our star Morbid example of death imitating life Intact eyes that wont see shine our star The horror walks among us you are the new victims of the absurd I´m the devourer of Souls You never be able to see his face grow Shatter in the Mirror of time. SOLO They can not scape, they can not rest cyclical notion, mistaken escape. The horror walks among us, you are the new victims of the absurd I am the devourer of Souls They can not scape, they can not rest cyclical notion, mistaken escape.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The moment has come. I´ve descended to a place from which I can´t scape Can only see my shade projected on these walls Maze of sickness, come and go familiar ghosts Sailors of the time, disfigured faces in agony. The panic seizes me My eyes are balanced in a red vortex Pendulum of illnes The reflection of the sanity, is gone from my eyes... The fear will never go, I´m paralyzed. I still feel the ground pass between my fingers, can still hear the screams (SOLO) Cannot focus my point of view on anything only the passage of the time. Isolated from all inanimate, In this place I feel like dying one by one the immaterial demon has cursed us.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The purple mist has flooded this land I'm locked up with this beast, unreachable energy .......... the great force, The tesseract rises, I can see through the Mist, the course of time... Glide as liquid silver, Themis and Neith emerge, to Intervals... Fluorescent light, Ultraviolet radiation. Everything happens, so slow. SOLO Somehow, have to end this nightmare somehow have to defeat it , piroplastic flow strikes me I´ve been thrown against these sharp edges The tesseract rises, I can see through the Mist, the course of time... Defense is useless, escape impossible surrender to his whims saw his eyes and a thought crushed my mind without words exchanged terror that feels perpetually from the misery of two worlds.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025