Axis Mundi

Inside the foundry they have given birth For the upheaval of a buried earth The sanctified mechanic bends the axis of the world they mend From the center of it all They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn The gracious ambiance began to swirl In raging winds of the inverted world They would not to this dream awake In time their shores they would forsake They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn Yes, they bleed Through the machinery of faith They yearn And the wheel on the axis will burn

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 11, 2025

For as they walk through life’s valley with a standard of death Death will follow Just as the cause will in time make their misery known The guilt and sorrow They create the need They give you vinegar and bile They bring the alms They give you words and a smile They revel in filth That they stole with their cynical guile At the roots of your ideal there is a lesion An insult to the sanctitude of life Could not the fall be a part of our completion? If not it’s at the heart of our strife They create the need They give you vinegar and bile They bring the alms They give you words and a smile They revel in filth That they stole with their cynical guile They precede the fall They place you back in the womb They miss the mark They are the authors of doom They are bound to fail As their world comes crashing down We transgress We are brought into life through iniquity We’re all sinners And thus death has reached ubiquity By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration? No, they miss the mark They miss the mark For those who walk through death’s valley with a standard of life Life will follow And though the stains of our being may bring out the worst It won’t be hollow They create the need They give you vinegar and bile They bring the alms They give you words and a smile They revel in filth That they stole with their cynical guile They precede the fall They place you back in the womb They miss the mark They are the authors of doom They are bound to fail As their world comes crashing down We transgress We are brought into life through iniquity We’re all sinners And thus death has reached ubiquity By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration? No, they miss the mark They miss the mark

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 11, 2025