True Black Dawn
Album • 2016
This track is instrumental.
The grey man walks the crooked path Eyes pecked out, eaten by the vultures Ears torn, hanging on his shoulders Legs strong, leading forward No doubt in his heart The grey man walks the cunning path Arms bleeding, blood streaming Flesh grinning, always mocking The skin carved with signs Knowing the way is right The grey man shuns the rambling pack Bodies wanting, minds empty Souls shut, filled with ambiguity Forlorn and renounced For them the way is closed The grey rain whips the barren land Washing away the path and the blood Erasing the trail in his wake Come the ashen dawn The man is gone
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
The void is a curtain of black velvet, draped around the idea of flesh A prison made into an image of god with a face of a harlot Darkness swathed in darkness, light unmanifest The light goes out, where the shadows sprawl The light dies out, where the gods are born The divine beckons when we wander at night, and are consumed by fire It bellows, it blisters, it burrows beneath Without words it whispers, like the soft rustle of leaves There are thorns, the dark seeds, and they never end The light goes out where the shadows sprawl The light dies out where the gods are born The divine beckons when we wander at night, and are consumed by fire
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Remember me, when the flesh ages, when the skin turns to grey Remember me, when the sight fails, and all tastes like ashes The echoes of despise clad onto the skin To disguise the emptiness, the gaping hole within Behold me, the crackle in the mirror The flickering form in the eye’s corner The grin facing the frown The laughter without sound Remember me, when the flesh ages, when the skin turns to grey Remember me, when the life’s light pales, and all turns to ashes
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Those two sisters standing next to each other Despair and the promise of immanence Holding the flame of human frailty That familiar impotence of god Move the stone door of Solovyov’s folly Insurrected at the third day, I will rise As the bone instrument of the dugpas rattles It leads away to the place of unceasing no-beyond Beheld by the skull his eyes turn grey Insect souls wrapped in humanity While the wine of Kali Ma pours forevermore Do not take it anymore, do not take it There’s no end to human will, enlightened by desire Satan thou are not called for nothing, my love Let us be silent... in Me
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Turn thy head, little one Lest thou might stir the waters deep The dead calm within See the vast shadow move beneath The thick veil opening The unredeeming light reveals Endless and unforgiving Behold the swirling depths Hearken the flutter of insects Recite the words carved in the flesh Cover thy ears, broken one Lest the insects crawl in Down the rabbit hole of the soul The fathomless pit deep within Behold the swirling depths Hearken the flutter of insects Recite the words carved in the flesh Hold thy tongue, faithless one Lest the forms become flesh Fangs to gnaw the lambs To corrupt and possess
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
This world is all wrong, colours not what they should human flesh put together from tiny lives blood porcelain organic smell Spider webs clinging not only to body but to mind the eggs are hatching inside Let me out Once clear star, do you remember me your friend from antediluvian times when we were here with our true forms now twisted, now twisted with flesh My sole comfort is to see goat walking on its hind legs He gave me the book of the prophet: Eat (he said) I’m not of you Hold me Sofya, mother with hooves, there is nothing left speaking with colours of angles - without words (To discuss of His/Her glory just the numbers 5 and 6 to begin with) I’m never alone Plenitude of rotten stars, holding embryo inside, putrid then, happiness, when you fly inverted in the void the grey rainbow bursts Shining forth from the closed eye of the inverted Sof Ayn orb I’m ever alone
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
With each cut it breathes With each drop it grows stronger With each sacrifice the vision becomes ever clearer The light goes out between the shadows With eyes closed, yet seeing in the ever The void is a curtain of black velvet... With every cut it seeps Drop by drop it flows With every sacrifice the vision becomes ever greyer ...draped around the idea of flesh With each cut it breathes With each drop it grows stronger With each sacrifice the dream becomes ever closer The light is swallowed into the shadows With eyes open, transfixed in the æther
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
I have a dream It’s a white waste, in the middle of starless night The white sun rises, seen by none, for none exists No one to leave footprints on snow, to stain the black velvet The world is quiet, colours cease to be Where are the spirits of men, where do they roam Hungry and invisible Remembering Time, Place and Thought Or as soil waiting under the ice, never to reborn Eyes of the cadaver are staring, helpless Groping for the meaning that was never found From the bottom of the dried-up well Without earth to suffer, soul is nothing Nor even the darkness is seen by eyes out-torn Five fingers in five hands Five feet in five bodies A blue tongue and crushed teeth And no one wants to leave
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
“We are the drowned ones We are the drowned Let the waters come Let them come” | Saadi Youssef | “At last I saw the wrath descend I saw the end, I gazed upon the earth And all the withered world was chaos (a swirling, putrid chaos) Just as it had been before the world began I saw no man of clay, no bird of grey No pillars for the sky, no pristine light Harboring a cold, primeval moan - all alone!” | Norman C. Habel | “I have buried my image Eyes open in the flesh And the woman on the soil Dropped her lightning-mask into the tomb of her mirror.” | Joyce Mansour - Déchirures |
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
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