Season of Seance, Science of Silence
I have fled to the outermost realms to hone my senses The wolf alive inside the current Let the abyss be my solitary superior Raised by the wolves, in droves we follow the scent of blood The order of the wilderness under the ancient sun I am the sacred predator The wolf in me brought forth We are the scarce, in true obscurity we are feared Feel the gash of my defiant will Not god by chaos hears the prayer...
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
(Lyrics by Aleister Crowley) I strike the bell, I light the flame, I utter the mysterious name: ABRAHADABRA
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025
When the frozen blood thaws, this paralysis will be the past A new paramount: the righteous king of void The counter of creation resets to zero The population of trees will still thrive on the reclaimed soil-throne When anti-humanity flourishes, the negative canyon morphs into fierce color Syrian extermination order God is to live in the dog Live in evil
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
Hail inevitable will Hail inevitable solstice Winter circle, guard of the moon Tides of ice, shield of the frigid star Under the cloak of tundra, the temperature plummets Monochrome visions of the arctic Season of seance...science of silence Lifeless soil, lion perserveres Inexorable distance, cold blood sanctuary Under the cloak...the sound of nothingness Deafening roars of wandering winter winds I bid the sun farewell as it flees from the cursed sphere Numb bones, painless in hibernation
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
The match I threw into the howling wind burned down your whole forest Stepping on the ashes, reaching for the switch Internal universe on the verge of extinction Black heart...black lung (admiring the thought of Earth as a burning star) I am not alive
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025
Severed veins, I knew it all along Sorrow, failure Return of the icicles Third equinox and many long days to come Ugly bullets, scammed by commitment Forest of Ashes, unleashes the hex I sharpen my tongue for many long days to come Burnt flesh, claustrophobic room Crushed insect, revealing of the turncoat Five Five's deep in the march to the coffin Abandonment, death to yesterday Betrayed, death to retrospect Blood is nothing but the fluid of heart and hate This knife you stuck in my back is mine to keep One day, you'll see it in my hand in your sleep But it will take a lot more than that to kill me...
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025