You, Whom I Have Always Hated / Released From Love
Life has meaning. Pain has meaning. Through stripes and shame; through tears and blood; through doubts and fears, and all that makes the difference. I see an end.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Wandering steps, obedient to high thoughts. Awful ruins of the days of old, progeny enslaved to all its authors' flaws are we but warped extensions. We have the power to begin again, untarnished world at hand. Recognize the open horizon, a consciousness that reaches all. We have opened the secret passage into the dream that never ends, a new reality of our own creation, an empire without end. Released from guilt, released from pain, released from love, released from trust - We are anointed in the sacred power; we are enshrined in ourselves.
Born from a dream to create a reality, we are absolved of effete morality. And through deliberate transgression is hallowed essence revealed. The destruction of purity, the destruction of worthlessness, though mighty and glorious and terrible, is but the pennon upon the sacred lance of the Will. It is written in the Book of the Law that this deep, mysterious secret is a sacrament of the Will and to profane it is the greatest offense. The shocking evils which we all deplore are principally due to the perversions produced by suppressions. Ennobling presence exposes my weakness, and we expire in boundless bliss. All and None in One.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
The courage of the coward Is greater than all others A scaredy-cat'll scratch 'im If you back 'im in a corner But I ,I ,I, I am a coward I, I, I am a coward Courage born of despair and impotence Submissive dogs can Lash out in fear and be Very, very dangerous But I ,I ,I, I am a coward I, I, I am a coward
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025
Maelström of passions in that hidden sea summons the vortex to annul all those hexes, those incantations. Creations undone. Involuntary, unrequested conclusions cast to subsume the self. Immersed in darkness. Creations undone. Simulacrum raised to the heights. Glamours beset in its construction. Feckless deceptions, enchantments crumble. All dissolves in the void of perception. Glamours beset in its construction. Decrepit illusions. All dissolves in the void of perception. Immersed in darkness. Creations undone.
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 12, 2025
Harbor the fundamental secret locked within the vault of longing. Yearning, ever yearning, for the emblems of desire. Solemn is the mood subdued in its own pathos. Retreat inside the eye. Those nebulous bonds, chords forged through all the years, have grown insubstantial. Ethereal symphony lost. Solemn is the mood subdued in its own pathos. Retreat inside the eye. Reach out and find nothing.
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025
Why are you doing this to me? Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be. Why am I seething with this animosity? I think you owe me a great, big apology. I really don't know what you mean. Feels like salvation comes only in our dreams. I feel my hatred grow all the more extreme. Can this world really be as sad as it seems? Don't take it away from me, I need someone to hold on to. Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to. There's nothing left for me to hide. I lost my ignorance, security, and pride. I'm all alone in this world, you must despise. I need your promises, your promises and lies. You made me throw it all away, my morals left to decay. How many have you betrayed? You've taken everything. My head is filled with disease. My skin is begging you please. I'm on my hands and knees. I want so much to believe.
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 12, 2025
To flee this aethyr, dead and accursed, realm of constant torture. Tearing away this veil of ignorance, surpass the boundaries of the flame. Tenuous ego, that feeble brace, endless well of disappointment. Life, and the lustre that consumes it, is the extinguished flame burning secretly as in the furnace from these dark eyes alone. By solemn vision, bright silver dream, infancy nurtured, constructs the form. Every sight, every sound, creates the impulse, distorts the dream. That solemn vision dried upon our thirsting lips. And we are hung, shapeless bone decayed within the withered skin.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 12, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Stooped beneath the weight of age. Thralls to antiquity. Tempered by furies. Catechism of violence. Supremacy restored. Transcend the ruins. The guilt permeates all. Laws of the father observed by the son. Henchman to the endless reconstruction. The guilt permeates all. For I am him, and he is me, unto the end of time.
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 12, 2025