Rotten. Dead. Forgotten.

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Rotten, dead, forgotten Is the world, the world within And every newborn maggot and dying child And every tear and ugly smile Decayed and black All horizons within me And each abortive voice A leper's faith born of a fucking mistake All stars, abide within All stars, all things All lies, that you persist And untruths born of a waking dreams. The Devil and idle god So too all and none Neither sin nor grace Carry I upon this tongue Upon this life, Upon this earth... Merciless possession Now all I see is mine All is within this kingdom And of each infant I am sire Rotten, forgotten, but alive Grant unto this night the revelation Which told me I am not in this That this in truth is all within So I can bring the end Of all the beasts I bear inside Who speak unseeing with my words Who listen with my ears and hate with my perverted heart. All in death when sleep commands The gnostic nightmare drag me down Drag me down... Drag me down... Drag me down... Drag me down... Drag me down... Drag me down... Drag me down... Drag me down...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

On the night of the witch On the fire's descent I saw the light turn her head Into the breast of the night And a thousand waves Of wretched seas travailed To attend to the seed Of an unbidden fruit From a silent And glorious tree Which I never graced With rain or sun Never bade with voice To manifest or come Though greats work I wrought In a phosphoric past in flesh... Sweet benediction of obscure rites In dead hours, of dead hands Yet in glory, in blazing beauty She stands before me, and my sulphur requests Across a threshold The butterfly's egg Where passions rest Thence came the final immolation of the blood Unspoken gift, spatter the night with ruin's sands Dine and drink with me, and pour your eyes into these hands Blight the earth, tonight, for only we... And bite, black witch, at the heels of the dawn! So, wind your claws around my starved, devoted throat And let me drink from you luciferous cup As you brand my skin with your signs Sending suns in storms...till the end... And after...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Enchained within the bounds of the strictures of breath Lased upon the yoke of existence and pain Better to fucking renounce humanity in all its form Because no one is innocent who is in human form. You do not exist! And I am not bound to compassion, not the wheel of return A spirit empty of pity to pour on your kind Sentenced to the world, fathered by nothing but mind Accursed and aghast, by the lives that we spawn It's better to cast to hell all fires that don't serve the end That do not cast into ruin all life in this fucking world Abyss sing! 294! Abyss sing! All for the whore... This is not my existence, my cosmos has a silent crown And I am he beneath and vindicated above Gifting hatred upon your speech, thoughts that crawl Better to renounce this piece of shit you call "soul" For you and your vision are the enemy And each bloody corpse is highest ecstasy

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Swallow the meat Of the dead wretched earth Devour my mind And allow me to feed On Your egg and seed Whose yolk and coarse crop Give sight to the blind Upon Your Crown of Death! Upon Your Burning Brow! In rapture devouring like bread Lead us to partake of our egoic self We who by light are already dead Consecrate souls to the blackest privation Blood-lipped and blue in hide Devour this carcass and give me life That my barren skull can reverence give Brandished to ornament Your breast Upon Your Crown of Death! Upon Your Burning Brow! When the sun sinks on its frozen knees In the cold winter's abyss All old life, crushed to the spirit Shall be exiled in desolation Ever again shall I bow my head To She whose Head is Severed And in worshipful adoration To the Purifying Presence. Upon a Crown of Death To be mother to myself And the movement of stars And the falling of sands Never again shall I subject my back to the whip of tides Death again, and surpassing death, Again, Again, Again and Again!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Draw in the cold air And close all perception Draw in the cold fire Fall away into redemption Rise up and descend Through the breathing corpse To tarry fibrous dreams And embers of the unbound will In the sleeping roots Of Chaos' arteries To rise as great oaks Through a soil that is diseased In states of sleep or war The decay of the doubt Great monolith of fear Which falls with a gesture of thought And the coiled one awakes In a halo of stones And each beat like hammers The interior of the sky... The Sky... To manifest my highest And greatest commands For the demon of the sun, present a mirrored dance Scrying for Chaos in Darkness, and death in steel...Instil... And... Breathe in the signs Of the Pandean trance A banishing laugh Yet hatched in negation's glance... [Incantation] I. A. S. O. D. D.! I. A. V. R. R! T. H. B. C. V. H. V. H.! T. H. R. W. W.! Z. Z. N. Z.! Z. Z. N. Z.!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025