The Upcoming Chaos
I tasted the fever of Your existence seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away transmuting my quicksilver blood KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I may touch insipid are the describing words the self needs no vulgar praise This worship has no supplications my rite is to live and do things naked, pure, of honest lust the throbbing vortex feeds on it all Sleep is the best of possible prayers the winged eyes are blessed to see downtrodden deception of every pain transpierced hymens my lust adores Many images yet one raw flesh animal steps I love to tread an ideal point where Time is Space memory giant sores this journey must heal Lady of Mourning and her monsters lay down the scythes for here I come joyful and priapic my baby soul a new-born one, ten million years old
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
A soul in blackness once enslaved Reaching an outer dimension To get my unrest slayed Wisdom ideas in seven steps I saw them flying, falling, dying Immortal till the strength's come Dipped in pains of disdain Humbling themselves until dawns An outer space, inconceivable Forbidden regions for the mortal ones You find out the mysterious way And touch the beginning of time before the light I saw them flying, falling, dying Immortal till the strength's come Dipped in pains of disdain Humbling themselves until dawns Magick triumphers whisper with drone Of their victory, napping through the ages A cipher of books of no return To bring you near by their calm Ritual dementia hour to be higher Prenatal atavism exploding again Phantasmagorial ones awakening To lay their power onto me I saw them flying, falling, dying Immortal till the strength's come Dipped in pains of disdain I saw them falling down
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Mortal crosses standing in the row, Seem to reach up to the burning sky, Damned souls grouping on the dark, Going round the stretched arms. Bodies, faces, Unnaturally bended in pain, Lifeless eyes staring at the space, Persecution of the dying has begun. Here's the place of alteration, Where life turns into other form, Dark ritual of demons procreation, Hear the cries - of the crucified ones. Throbbing fleshes in the rhythm of thunder, Blasphemy in light of raving bolts, Nailed hands greeting angry gods, Coming fourth to feast in blood. Bodies, faces, Unnaturally changed in lust, Purple fluids streams on the wood, Like tears of dying cross... Here's the place of the alteration, Where gods turn into temporal form, Dark ritual of demons procreation, Come on! Leave your life and join the dead in hell. Masters of forgotten arts, Deign to look at your servant, Acceptance my greatest sacrifice, Send revenge on bastard's seed! O come to me! I beg thee, open wide the gates, All fiends of fiends, From the deep sleep of dark abyss arrive! Pazuzu, the evil one, Lord, who feeds on angels cries! Bless the damned, curse the blessed, crucify them.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026