Age of Damnation

In my four walls, I feel something I never felt in outside world. In my four walls, I learned... what freedom is! Away from your world, I felt again. The myth called Life, it was reality. I cannot speak in tongues you speak, Nor you can see the things I see. So, off with you and your false care, There are no doors upon my walls. I am not the cell In this rotten body you call world. All your thoughts, all your laws, False compassions. Just walk away! These walls have no salvation. Within them is my world, My freedom, my way out! In my four walls, I feel something I never felt in outside world. In my four walls, The myth called Life, it was reality. In my four walls, I learned what freedom is.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Basement temple, you and I, The one-man cult, and flesh altar. In sacred ritual help me, To set both of our spirits free. My wand – a long and rusty blade, A grimoire's role – my mind will take, No need for incense, smell of blood Will cover everything we got. So we begin, As wand opens first gate, With each incision, One of my chains break. No dying yet, The gates are just first part, In ritual, You are my form of art. So hard, not to give in, With this wand keep going deeper, Words of anger on my mind, No no, you must still remain alive. Now witness your last moment of vision, For now it's gone, with two swift incisions. In your screams, I feel more and more free, Strong pull and cut, and now you'll never speak. My wand – a long and rusty blade, A grimoire's spells – from my mind incarnate, No need for incense, smell of blood Already covered everything we got. Now that I'm free, the trance is overtaking, No longer care, if this is art I'm making; No longer care, how long you will survive; The more you die, the more I feel alive! Basement temple, you and I, The one man cult, and dead altar, Through sacred ritual I'm free, From all the chains, the past you put on me.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

In the endless cosmic ocean, Astral body looks for edge; Unaware of human weakness, Searching creature they call God. Floating through the astral layers, Mind and spirit highly trained; Armed with arrogance and ego, Soul will pierce through divine realm. A man to become Creation of new Road to divine word Through the Astral Plane "One, whose presence was felt, In the lore and beliefs of our world; One, to whom different times Addressed with different names; Accept me, the believer of your true form. For I gave my life to learn, to find you, And be your true prophet, bringer of your word" With these words soul crossed the border, Where our spirits have no place... Was it God? Some other being? Human mind will never know. Frequency supreme to ours, Sent its word through silver cord. Human brain too small to handle, Ends up painting owner's walls.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Oh the Great Cosmic Corpse, You who shines upon us, With the light of times Long gone by... We saw in your blackness The gods – the divinity, The supreme mold Upon which we were made. Within this mold we saw The veins connecting to you, Through which we seek – strength, Through which we seek – knowledge... Yet all we got was poison! Your divinity – too far, The only way to see you Was to look way back through time! Now we know – our primal instinct, All we do – leads to our end, Our Supreme Cosmic Mirror, In this time it's but a grave! As above – death! So below – death! We lied ourselves for so long Into existence on this earth!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Lasciate Ogne Speranza Voi Ch'intrate Observe the ruin with your painted-on eyes, Ignoring below your world's demise... You hear the void chanting, "My Martyr, My King." But that's a mere tune your dying mind sings! Lasciate Ogne Speranza Voi Ch'intrate Lasciate Ogne Speranza Voi Ch'intrate You offered your hand as if I'm in confusion, Telling it's rotting flesh is an illusion; You tried to convince that of same blood we're painted, Yet never you felt just how much yours is tainted. In hands of creation you were made a freak, You carved to your likeness our whole race unique, All of us turned bolts in machine that you own, "Behold now and worship this prison – your home."

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body... The ensemble of pure magnificence, Four artists only dreams can create; The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body... The movement begins As the body swings in larghetto, It is time for the branches to shine In their solo conducted by wind... Let them play, let them play, Let their screech pierce through the night, Appease me, Your only listener For I am For I am here for you, I am here to see the music they make The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body... So perfect – their music, the feeling, the tunes, The swinging body and the voice of the tree. The wind calms down, On to the minuet, And the body swings in ad libitum form, So proud I am with the music, So proud I am with this night, This concert played for me alone... This body was once my home...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

It's strange how well A smile conceals An empty soul A body seared Where others see The careless being Locked doors are hiding broken wings With silent smiles They face the world All suffering withing they hold Too scared to speak too scared to run Not first nor last yet all alone Not first nor last yet all alone Not first nor last yet all alone With silent smiles They face the world All suffering withing they hold Too scared to speak Too scared to run Not first nor last yet all alone What's going on behind locked doors Ruined souls scream within four walls Freedom and thoughts removed by force Once blooming life ends in remorse What's going on behind locked doors Freedom and thoughts removed by force Too many of such souls world sees Faces erased from hiding pain Ruined souls scream within four walls Once blooming life ends in remorse It's strange how well A smile conceals An empty soul A body seared Where others see The careless being Locked doors are hiding broken wings

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Crucified to the sole Of the world itself, Nailed by thoughts Sharper than any blade; You hang helpless, Self-made martyr Cursing the world, That doesn't care. Why, oh why should it care? Why should anyone care? There is no reward for non-existence, For a king in the made up kingdom. With the eon moving onward, You remained as waste of flesh Stayed behind, as useless void, Vain demands are all that's left. The gods will weep for you, The useless flesh, an empty void! The gods will weep for you, The wasted soul, frozen in time! The gods will weep for you, The self-made king, of nothingness! The gods will weep for you, But no one else will even care. You proclaim, you don't create; You will take but never give; Self-made god – but just an insect; Just a voice that screams demands!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Face to face With nothingness While bridges burn Once again So here I am, another fall Yet still too proud to end it all. Perhaps I'm weak but can't admit To take small step and call it quits. Do I see pleasure in worlds ways? It gives me smile but takes all away; Like madman every time I follow, Expecting change, yet all is hollow. So here we are, with darkness greeting, Always patient, every meeting. It knows me well, won't learn much more, We've done this many times before. Till now world's plans I kept revoking, It crippled me, still I kept walking. Proud for my masochistic will, Expecting from its sleeve new thrill. In this whole game I see... a pattern, For all new hopes my soul... feels battered. Is there a reason to... keep playing? There's no more me left for.... decaying. Face to face With nothingness While bridges burn One last time So here I am, another fall Yet still too proud to end it all. Perhaps I'm weak but can't admit To take small step and call it quits. Still, here I am, same place and reason; In falls as if receiving wisdom. Yet scenes change, while outcome's the same. Fuck this world, here I end my way.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Smiling chains, Bread and games, Silence breeds Malevolence. Masks sewn to flesh smile to each other, Their poisoned blades disguised as flowers, Presented freedom with a rule: Thou shalt not differ! Smiling chains, Bread and games, Silence breeds Malevolence. Puppets dance, Blind to threads. Born as slaves, Mind-death virus. Masks sewn to flesh smile to each other, Their poisoned blades disguised as flowers, Presented freedom with a rule: Thou shalt not differ! Evolved into network of servants, Programmed by vilest of the perverts, Every new soul will have a place, In fractal of sadists. Smiling chains, Bread and games, Silence breeds Malevolence. Puppets dance, Blind to threads. Born as slaves, Mind-death virus Sick are those who think. Drown them, let them sink. Place them with the rest, Slaves that don't protest!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025