Accursed Skin

Incantations feast on the past and stal fates yet to come, disposed are the emerald halls, they were and always will be posessed by unclean spirits from below world without end No we lie can hide against the accusing sight of the helpless. The soul on its perpetual trance from sanity behind the harbringers of the guilt and the body poisoning as the scythe reaps Acruce morbus, dyed doom for the nations Fragile faith feverish from hunger, torn apart shadows made of swollen eyes, crawling scales of horrible infections in the cracked surface of the lightning truth Accursed skin burning with fever yet in your flesh you will see the face of god O destroyers! Behold that the lord is sore as no ulcer bleeds better than betrayal from the cleanest hand, oozing maggots harvesting perdition in a loathsome ceremony of worthless blood Satanas, superbia et veritas aestus ignio! Our extincted sins erect his white temple ashamed of redemption and the shining skulls of the unborn stand as the candelabra of the word, when his flashing sword is sharpened and his hand grasps it in judgement, as the wine in the cups foams, he will give the reward of death to men, choired by an orgy of scarlet screams, feeding a swarm of sewn dead rats. Eating away his own limbs, clothed by worms and fleds, knitted by black scrobs, marcking off to the king of terrors, redemption buried in dust forever strangled by his law. The will condemned by eternity and dismembered by the great silence

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

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