Descension

Seasons turn to end Sea shall give up the dead Nightmare hatched from dream Ascendeth the dawn of the wyrm Bloodsigned covenants call Rapture of churchless syncretism All gods judged as false And truth hailed as sin Taint of the beast Seasons turn to end Taint of the beast The book of life rent Taint of the beast Break the smoke of torment Taint of the beast Triumph of bell stratagem Hearken the voice of the prophet We are devils own from birth Pour the cup of indignation Drink the wine of the wrath of god Praise the sword and the man Bear the stigma with pride Deceived souls beheaded In witness of damnation debate Promises blood shed In mayhems tirade

From dust you were born, yet dust you remain Machine without creator, hollow husk profane Sham synderesis, souls shivering advance Convulsions pulse in slavery's trance Those cords of faith, divine guidance Mere chains of casuality spinerack dance Hollow movements of flesh Under martyrium pall Man consecrated reason And raised above all Logos as god To portray it all And grow on world Forge obligate laws From circular paths Nihility and despair beg psyche to lead Striven from dead soil to sketch paraklete Causes enslaved to purpose, yet matter they heed Hollow movements of flesh Without silent witness In godless theatres Shadow-play of humanity Poised in tragedy We deny the everbleeding strands In perpetual adorations loss Hold the masks on trembling hands Over lifeless figures of pathos

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Flawed and fragile is your frame Despair shining through Bleeding ruins of pain Fearstairted crust on pale eidolon mask Sundered soul In suicide role Are we not sculptured from misery Odalisque of designed malaise Your face is the canvas of scorn For tragedy to adorn Strained skin scourged to shreds Your spine is broken spirit lost Wretched husk heed behest Leave the stage for strong to host Sheltered yet shivering In drainfall, tamed grin Nowhether lead hallways dim But one that reeks of sin All the gods you pray Won't steal me woe away Every stain you carve Only thrives the scar No pleasure nor delight Veil the wound inside

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Wake to black Men of faith Dream to mirage Veritys trade Never was and never shall be Salvation path nor hells prophecy Search for bless or curse Your fall was never signed in birth Hollow world fallow In lifeless soil no fresh seeds grow Manking glimpse of light Between empty shades of void Dead past for mind from chaos vast No design, false or divine Quest for portent of the inane sign Never prepare hope of despair Another dawn is dream that folls revere Wake to black Men of faith Dream to mirage Veritys trade Blight of stars Beacons veiled No reward beheading sword Deeds of man never yield award No brightness hides realms behind Shades mere echoes of your chains inside Never was and never shall be Slavation path nor hells prophecy Never was and never shall be Promised land nor eternity

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Raped was the land Burning seed in barren soil Smoldering Sibilant throb to once boil Ablaze in rage Brimstone child... You burn like sun Glowing pyrogenous one All waste lay in white When darkness gone Eternity in purest light Charred, blind, alone Brimstone child To feed on fragile fear Purged ashes cremated flesh Whre your fingers sear Brimstone child

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Fall down the sulphur spirals Where wailing breath blows Grinds flesh from your bones Scorch pleads from deathroes Blindness be with thee Blindness deceived sweet conceit sacrificed How she wept her wasted black seed With nails, needles, screams She clawed through dreams Let the darkness in, all shimmering shades So frail and dim, her light is drowning Fall... and never seize the will Never scrape a mark never leave recall Down the drain, sail sewers of flesh Down the drain bleed Inhale stormclouds, pyres filthborn Veins foster thorns and cries that could not form Fall... and never wake it true Never slay the offal hope, as others fall with you Enslave the soul (to) every lust and need Boil in foul, grim to secret Fall... and never slice the cords Never meet the ground never sight skywards Wingless born wretched and the weak Trampled beneath scorn with legaly of meek

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Throne as revenge-parous liege Travesty of royalty Revenant priest Crowned in slavocracy Doginas to smite Nails through womb You drank the oath in mothers blood Layalty inherited with solomonic torture War for the race, war for the breed Pestiferous rampage as slaves stampede War for the god, war for the dead Slaked earth cares not whose saint bled Those of lesser mind Heed mirage of tribulation Those of weaker kind Feed flames of tarnation Some perdure in sanity's scion Until sunless dawn claims them Others they cry for oblivion But you praise the sanguine diadem Onward March of raw scorn Tamed, chained Seraphs dreadsworn

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

They slithered to stage a drums distant called thrice Until shadows take shape sight of the watcher hides Shrouded in odeum shade, disguised Once and always shall wait Man in cursed masquerade and penetrate Trance of pyrthic parade Trace the echoes for memories end I dragged them around marionetted rend In oneiric dance until violins lay silent For curtains to descend Faces that pristine laughter held Yet they are pathless and they are gone Gone My mind fleeing all torments of life Prgastic pageantry in somniferous strife On primrose path with deaths concubine

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Who spoke whose words of bane, tenets of dark Blasphemy, chastise the soul, mine throats patched Sin unto death Death of your god Rise rebellion carnality Yet havens remain obsidian When virtues spawn reality Avowal crime never undone Sin, sin unto death Death, death of your god Cradle of hopes solifidian Forsaken halls in veneration scenery When paladins of the waning sun Wallow in paederastian liturgy Refuse Deny In trial of star-chamber Wear wrath as your crown Perish by torture With wrath of your own

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Against the light of thespian forge They stride both sides on sinuous path Deride the strive of facest opposed Silhouettes of paradox craft Dreamscapes for followers flawed Sights to grasp Minds palate for sinful flesh to sate Love to drain from virgin disgraced What shame and hate she shall raise Slithers and crawls foil to all With malformed claws Through own feces, descend to reach Zenith of stars, lethe of gods Welded to prostrated past Carcass of useless Eden We shall transcend Shift to higher phase We shall aspire, ascend Through dead evolutions end We shall shed the skin Lose the waste of history Shred the roots and drift

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025