Storming the Heavens' Gate
So... It died, As angels cried and nimble leers fell on my pride. Whispering serpent, dressed in tight, black garments. This prolixity I detest. Niggardly sprinkling my dead with it's blessings. Reaching a quivering hand... Towards the night That is burning bright In a deep violent sorrow. Mind tarnished in subliminal horror, Suffering the descent of moods. Wretched - in abject poverty. Death of self-respect. In sands stretched between horizons Pale lies the morrows hope. Water in mouth as I behold, Carrion, the queen of temptation. The want for living brings tears to my eyes. Hating how it causes me to disgorge. Funereal oration leaving The very soil soaked in tears. Gather all around our fire, Let our stories feed your sorrow. Release the pain in plenum, to admire. Request if we your ear may borrow. Bind us in grieving to this castle of woe, Even though the weeping of wrists like rivers must flow. Thus I stir the sleeping Gods, by cut-like furrows. I have raptured the bleeding flower. Oh - For the sins of man, And the hate of myself, Open the very depths of hell That into it my blood may shower. Towards the night That is burning bright In a deep violent sorrow. Mind tarnished in subliminal horror, Suffering the descent of moods. Wretched - in abject poverty. Death of self-respect. He who painted a picture in blood To honour the dream of dying. Oh - For the sins of man, And the hate of myself, Open the very depths of hell That into it my blood may shower. Gather all around our fire, Let our stories feed your sorrow. Release the pain in plenum, to admire. Request if we your ear may borrow.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Battered, shiftless, Torso resting on the frozen concrete. State of unconsciousness. Face down in a river of blood. Wretched, cold. Echoes reverberating through your soul. Amber red. Night out turned into a sad affair. Attacked so viciously. Inadvertent battery. In a curl of contempt, Your face smashed with a bottle. Sweet taste of victory, To compensate for your sexual inability. With a last fatal kick You darken his world. Vain efforts at resuscitation. Three months on life-support. Awakened, life is utter bleakness. Smothered by vindictive lust. You take pride in violence, I detest your ignorance. No contrition, miscreant. Disrespectful, fiend. Enraptured, unhinged. Exhorted by severe self-adulation. High on steroids. Injected hormones. Ephemeral pleasures. Volatile, erratic. Pulse racing through varicose veins. Gesture of horror, As you unleash your fist upon his flesh. A priest descends from his holy pulpit, Subjected to the ways of a dying prophet. Self-inclined to embrace the culprit, To pray for the salvation of a godless sinner. A homicide on the daily order. The mortal artefacts from the scene of murder. Abitrarily deemed. The judges disorder. To protect the malefactor is a travesty of the law. Recoil with disgust. Defecate ones trust. Scorching sadness. Stop the madness. Attacked so viciously. Inadvertent battery. In a curl of contempt, Your face smashed with a bottle. Sweet taste of victory, To compensate for your sexual inability. With a last fatal kick You darken his world. You take pride in violence, I detest your ignorance. No contrition, miscreant. Disrespectful, fiend. Attacked so viciously. Inadvertent battery. In a curl of contempt, Your face smashed with a bottle.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Devil incarnate repent your deed. Venomous torture imposed with creed. Extracting morbid confessions with tongs. Your flesh scraped with iron combs. Imprisoned in a persuasion chamber. Aroma of dissection prevails to linger. Outbursts of immense suffering. Torpid by the abuse from the rack. Pelted perennially with accusations. Subject to bodily fragmentation. Shackles leaving never-healing ulcers. Hypodermic fluid injections. To authenticate your trepidation There will be a revelation. Grisly fate unfolding before his murk eyes. Screams in the eerie darkness. Tremulously despair. Await retribution to smother your life-flare. Vivid recollections of disembowelment Putting your eyes to tears. Feasting on the unborn, torn from their mothers womb. Devoured raw, your flesh pale in the moon. Welcome to the last day of your life! Enfeebled yearning for suicide! Inundated souls sacrifice! Welcome to the last day of your life! To the gallows you will be taken and hanged. Ostracized, dehumanized, victimized by the taunting masses. Endeavour the macabre law of exegesis. Strung by the neck, facing death with a sigh. Feeling bowels emptying while you cry. It's too late, you now... Die! All turned dark. Forgotten is the worthless beat of hearts.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Lurking in the dismal shadows, Forbidden temptations. So eager to give in to it, Our addiction-like craving for pleasure. The optimal point of life is not necessarily to be happy. Ponder over this! Forever ill, forgotten lies the pride of man 'neath thousand flies, Never to rise from thick black mire. Our hope is gone. Inhuman desire. Wed to the tragedy of pathetic manhood I fear: Worthlessness is the sole consistence of our worlds. No pride left in gender nor in existence. Left shuddering at the thought of this, I'd rather turn Loveless in spirit, macabre in taste, by frost surrounded. It seethes in the heart! I wreathe thee woeful whore, In sacramental misery. Constrict the thorns of agony Around your putrid sexuality. Oh - the qualm: whether to enthrall Or to mutter rhymes of bitterness and hate, That frail senses may grow to scorn me for. No more you will ever tempt me! (Thus) I will be thine lord of torment. Epilogue (Censored.)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026