Aurum

I en grotte, kledd i sort Visket vekk og ønsket bort Fra en tåre, hard som stein Viser her kun skinn og bein Bor vi nå i tankens drakt Alt er gjort og alt er sagt Næringsløs i giftig feber Viljen blør og kroppen strever Utskutt yngel under fanen Hvor er veien, hvor er banen Innesluttet lys som slukner Se min død i det jeg drukner Kvalt av skam og lysets stråler Livet levd på sorgens nåler Knekt av frykt og skyldens måne Se meg falle, se meg gråne Forvitringstid i åndens fest Lukter vondt og smaker pest Revet vekk i troløs form Døden kledd som åndens orm Livløs ætt i trofast følge Skylt mot land av hevnens bølge Dydløs ære fylt med jammer Spikret fast med hatets hammer Gi meg lit til det som står Alt som er, og det som sår Gudens nektar under havet Leg mitt sår; den største gave

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026

Conclusive in my external alert When I see them all commit self-indulgence And I roar at the altar of pre-religion Where honesty stands sublime My awe to the animal icon The perfectional prelude Activating permanent instincts Baptized in senses to adore life In direct opposite mindfulness We suffer the lies of our world A brainwashing fever, infecting all cells Your truths are poison, your love is death Irrational calculated injury In a narrow minded view to see Who states conclusions When everything is based on magic Cool and crazy when your light dies Meditating in a black magic trance Energy drained in raw models of ancient ways Gone ludicrous in a fool’s kingdom A malignant imagery, not right and ill fitted Hard to bend when asked to lead the way Without being questioned and pierced With arrows of intelligence But easily broken when stripped of its cover

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026

So, do you dare Enter places forgotten Where angels hold hands And devils fall out And do you fear All the races begotten Where devils hold hands And angels fall out Draw a line Come home now You’re deeply missed By every single choice Where colours turned black And winter lasted a lifetime Refueled, charged and raw At this instant mark, tune in Get undressed, unveil the snake Grow a beard and new habits Lift me up where all is known Whatever comes along Come on, get inside Feel the warmth of mobile love Take your place, smashed face Titanic forces revealed

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026

Into ceremonial Hell I go Never ending pain Compulsions succeed compulsions And comes again with new faces No peace in this world Though I swing my magic wand To save myself from disaster Molecular harvest testing all Pushing my limits of sanity I have moved beyond Where there is no rest for The wicked mind And the more I seek truth The more distant I become No love without hate And no hate without faith In this communion, I seek shelter And fetch a hint of wisdom Given the power to lose myself To what I perceive as divine A spectral reflection of the inside A drop of venom in the snake-nest I love to love But also love to hate The ecstasy of devastation With its phantomatic adrenalin A tempest made for godliness to know Who I am and what I am dying for Rushing through my soul Makes pain go away

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026

Look into my eyes They tell no lies I need some connection Some infamous degradation Tuning inwards, looking sharp Keeping up a steady line Staring into a spiral gateway In violet light, eternity opens I sink into the eye of the night A magic trapped in the dark The subtleties of fear Come and die for me, bleed me a prayer When I turn to face the mirror And see a demon clown Smiling, weeping, burning Fear me not I’m the idol in your mind The serpent in your bones Find me, hold me, rescue me Come and live for me Bleed me a prayer

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026

Det var en gang en lang trang gang Som rommet tusen dører Med en sirkel som blinket Nøklene til Valens Tempel I hordens hall, hvor blodet fryser I leken som innfrir Hvor veien splittes og leder Videre mot lyset hvor vi deler Bevissthetens fødsel Og i mørket vi kneler Dyptfølende, levende menneskeskrap Med utestengt nerve I vemmelsens ytterpunkt Hvor døde føtter tramper tungt I underbevissthet, evig ungt

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026

Listen, do you hear me now Singing in your mind? Feel my screams that chills this night Over land and river Come and break an oath with me The one that makes you laugh With fancy daggers carving names Upon your mental wall I sold my world for its and bits Ready to declair War upon this throne of man Wicked woman, wicked man Wicked man, wicker man, wicker man, wicker man Give me peace Wicked woman, wicker woman, wicker woman, wicker woman Give me love Listen, do you see me now Dancing in your goal? Sense my demons call on you Whenever you enjoy life Because of someones slow decay When you wish for something great With feathers and a face That tells of truth

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026

I come from a land of siren voices Believed to be the prototype of Pan Where only the dead wear masks Through the light of your eyes I can see Why starvation and loneliness Makes up for the grotesqury here Where the monkeylike monsters Chews on our nerves As well as beastly conjunctions Sews together diagnosis Too horrid to comprehend In my heart I bury your soul As there’s no one left to trust In outstanding adaptive abilities I breathe your transformation through gills Neglected in a wishful beat This muscle hammers on relentlessly Over there by the fences place Waiting for us to join the great escape With blue ships off into the horizon We sail the sea of history As demons from the deep unfold And fake predators shows their teeth The ghosts of indian slayers Bleeding cowboys with lost dignity Paying for their sins That left me begging for mercy In this closed up world Where the ego is a demigod Greater than any spirit Humanity’s insane

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026