Katabasis

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Hungered for so long, for the flesh that my hands bear Entombed in a temple of silence, beyond all recreant care While open mouths and eyes Sit afore the flaming brand Whose parched tears wet alone the touch Of the devoted master’s savage hand Obeisant, starved through all the ravening years A king renounced, a willing feast Upon my worthless flesh ye tear And glut your empty stomachs On my fucking idle blood To the dregs drink from me... feed on me I am the food of the burning hearts And white cold sulphur eyes A mantle for fleshless forms am I The meat for the emaciate And now I am no one, now I am thou art

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

No betwixt is there Between the dark and the light Beyond the NonBeing Walking beyond the between For no between exists Dividing sight And the muted blind The race of the dead from the living Between ego and thou The outstretched blackened hand and the heavens Stands just a word A name alone to be unheard A Logos alone Sink these names in the ocean of NonBeing Drown the din of symbols to walk the path behind Burn these unclean faces that dissect the light and dark In the strife pyre of existence and non-existence, hexistence... I who have my seat beyond the seven spheres To renounce the letters, the speech and utterances of tongues near I cut the throat of a thousand words And weep not at their graves Nor at their remains

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Lend me 10,000 knives to kiss this burning flesh, to deform and savage To carve, to rend, and cut - these jawless teeth which bite and cast to death Lend me 10,000 nights for self-wrought torture and unending misery To pierce with the same gleaming blades that will destroy all our duality These wounds intone black spells of noetic strength The power to embrace storms, the knowledge to destroy worlds To sever time and fuck thee fecund black madonna And knot all threads of conquered fate That calcify with every spate Of laboured breaths that yet churn seas Granted the wounds of another birth, torture me By this endless torture Granted the prayers of bone-deep scars I will kill everything you love I will kill everything you are Severance... Perseverance...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Light of the dead Now empty the void Which slumbereth In interior seas Back into the darkness of the womb Ancient, inaugural tomb Spit forth thy liquid fire Of blood upon the face of the moon And rip the feathers from her skull As blue fires paint a black sky Revealing shadows from centuries by When shall be time no more... When time shall be A time no longer I’ll paint black the sun In a godless laughter Speak to me now Fall at my command Blood of aether’s ovum And die with me forever Light of the dead! Arise! Light of the dead! By the light of a dying sun A new fire rises in its place That rises in the west and sets in the east A horned and scaled, pure-souled beast I have already seen too much I have already died too much So I pass this light unto thee...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Behold with eyes closed Fourfold sable wings Eclipsing all holy light Consuming all form, all word Bestow no ghast deforming sight Which defiles Bite thy scaled tail, thou serpent twice thrice about me and weep And let the hour of death be marked with my blood and thy tears Nine breaths and visions six Three whereof one cannot speak One death, mother of life Which is nothing, the formless sign Thus into the sixth coil I lust For the noetic taste of blood Yea into the sixth coil I trust In the quintessence of world shattering knowledge Mortiognosis! Mortiognosis! Into the sixth coil I lust, I trust Into the sixth coil I lust, I lust

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Now ye still hearts rent open wide When violently seized by unseen hidden hands Agape are the sanctified gates of Chaos To drown in the black-tongued Abyssos Beyond and beneath the stygian shadows Whose suffocating aether bites with serpent fangs Where no light treads Chaos fill my presence with thy grace, with thy dread A whisper of feet falls broken As the Maelstrom awaits for Chaos to open I invoke Chaos’ deathly vapours To fill the throat, to empty the sight Whose black and bloody waters Now take thy possession of a quietist heart In the shadows we tread the way In the shadows to rise in flames To fill the chalice of my lungs Barren of peace my spirit vowed With drafts of blazing pain and hate For in Chaos I now drown, to chaos I shall bow I have opened wide the gates Proudly I enter A man become beast A god become disease

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

To have gathered out of the substance of the void Death, thou art the pure source and negation of all knowledge Clothed in devoted words unspeakable by living tongues Die and become! Die and become, to drink from the Sun Formless presences return to burn alone Die and become, to nourish the worms Die now to return to the tree of life I walk the path of the dead Following the scent of an age-long trail of blood Hidden within a tortured recension of signs, oh close-lipped signs From an unknown wound, spake the dead of violence near On a course with no trusted guide, no hope, nor fear, Nor pride... Nor life... No glimmer of victory, cold darkness, burning misery Eyeless I walked this path... Leaving attributions in dust, to speak in signs Gaining a tongue known only to those who have died Dreaming the dream of a thousand dead All seen by a thousand drops of blood To have slept, to have seen... seen... To have become, and begone.... gone...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Seeking the black stone, beneath the inverted flood With claws in the wet soil, submerged fingers blind Hold me no funeral, but baptise my corpse in lightning Where is my black stone beneath the waters? Where is the illuminating light buried in the dark? Where the indestructible bolt of wisdom blazes The stone to crush phenomena, the weight upon all ephemera Only one shall know That it is knowledge, knower and known Pierce my heart with fire, and bury me in longing So swallowed be the final breath, before the ritual death Celebrate the end of the cosmos and he will turn into dust For it was already nothing but ashes...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025