Zeal

Permafrost I turn this abhorrent world into an endless desert of frost cold reigns supreme deep below the zero absolute where I was cast where I cast the worlds I let all life to endure ... ...sheltered from death kept away from vitality deprived of hope I let it thrive on my hate crown it with lack of understanding and warped meanings choke it with its self indulgence Still Immortal I descend into subterrean glaciers that submerged under the face of the earth into the permafrost ages ago when everything was young Ages... of which memories have melted away with the rays of the first Spring Sun, now dead the blood crystalizes, turning into ruby shards tearing me from within the delivering Pain In slumberlike delirium massmurder dreams fill the hollow space Relentlessly I await the stars to burn out and Nothingness to take their place

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Reign In Hydrogen Cyanide we worship you the One who rides the cloud of ashes blown by freezing necrogales above the black metropolies of krematories Thou art the Lord and Thine is the Power the Kingdom and the Glory vast dead desert monolithic tomb of the world great creation of Nothingness where under we necrolive savouring death and torture a reward from the Master of the Gaschamber Labirynth

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

The Race of Satan (Messengers of the Void) the strenght is not in numbers it lies in firmness of the spirit the confines of Arisktocracy dead monuments of the race of Satan the black light that is never to be seen by the lesser folk the power born to devour its children in the triumphant blaze in extremis we rejoice in hate and despair wreaking destruction upon the world unholy messengers of the Void and its Black Lord

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Nekronihilistik as you succumb to an elder subhuman pattern genetic sewage builds up primordial instinct of survival generic reproduction regression into animal state a way into endless disgenic disaster we laugh at your pathetic life-cult and rejoice in your demise we mock your ways of necrolatry and spit at the dearest dead we are the servants of Satan Gods among the herd people We pray only Death and drink from the chalice of Nekronihilistik Misanthropy

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

The Beckoning (The Vision) a dream of a dormant corpse dreamt whilst in an animated state a narrow vision in red ribboned by the Vortex (and) the Labirynth within it The corpse shivered. ...awakening ready to act precise cut cold and deep The Pain. Sudennly the vision widens. The BLACK HELL. Not of that spectral but celestial Blackness a solid Shape. The Monolith of Emptiness and Missatisfaction is risen

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025