Suffer & Become

My home now thief-swollen My mind made leaden with enemy songs I walk with their weight to heed the confessions of the throng Tired wounds endure time's molt and seep through the present's white A threshing focus cracks the mirage Bruising truth upon the mist of its light Stalwart in darkness In vigilance My fellowship decays The crippled mule of divine brotherhood brays I've donned disdain's burdening mantle I've denied the christened bliss Confrontation's flames pile upon me Whose raging licks facet a jewel of the abyss Deeper now Into precious darkness In vigilance My fellowship decays The crippled mule of divine brotherhood brays Deeper now Into precious darkness To mine pain for its stones of insight Mark me with its glowing iron that shines merciless at the breast of midnight

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

The self is heard only from the womb of still waters Bared only by the sunderings of living deaths You cannot gift what remains undiscovered You wear a barren character Lie and fear-swept Into the mud of the flock It crept The space between souls asleep in the arms of their guilt A muting distance spans the truth behind their clay and silt You are the breathing mystery To be is to deceive What calls out from beneath the dream of being? What lies beyond the mask of man? The everything and the nothing at all To be is to deceive Suspended in a breathless absence floats the solitary cry This is the depthless chasm where all trust and intimacy die I have wept And I have mourned before each curtain torn The ruin of a wish lain quartered at my feet For what I longed to find there Beyond meek curtsies and trojan stares Was but the froth of hungers most hidden Not known to you Your burden now mine To wrestle with your beast of no name Dubbed it must be Your ego its key Golden illusions dissolve only by his black flame Unlocked must it be Exalted is he Spell its coded call with the burial of your vanity and shame You are the breathing mystery To be is to deceive What calls out from beneath the dream of being? What lies beyond the mask of man? The everything and the nothing at all To be is to deceive

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

My lip curls before untested virtue The hubris that clamors from beyond the arena's walls The wailings of the uninitiated that stream from protected halls Nature's teeth rend away their holy gate Flames from the wild beyond prepare their kindled fate Screams for empty justice will fill the wood's lung Their deception be exposed in the the ash of their smoldering tongues I will exist in the action of death A hunter of false light Lies will bleed from heaven's body as I chain its flesh to the night I've split hope's brow upon the claws of revelation Now, a wave of wisdom rushes into a flood of predation My ankles are bound by the dark mother's root (She loves with the pain of unlearning) Head collector of dualistic delusions In the palace of her mind Utopia is found burning She taught me the tenderless compassion Poured her gold upon love weakened by mercy I glitter with tributes to her treasured violence A beast of prey accepts his journey I will exist in the action of death A hunter of false light Lies will bleed from heaven's body as I chain its flesh to the night I've split hope's brow upon the claws of revelation Now, a wave of wisdom rushes into a flood of predation

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

What beyond sorrow stills in your furnace? Does my love survive your initiatory death? May I carry its madness with me into hell? For what other fire could forge within me the steel of your conviction? And if this love dies in your arms If your sight blinds to the flight of the dove What creature soars in her stead? What ecstasy of power What truer love Is awarded in such great murder? What new soul awaits beyond the sacrifice of the human heart? How deeply must it flow The fruit of truer death That I could stand above A memory as gilded Hold me past the dream Steer my passions far from the weakness of less darkness and the sugar of god's bribe Lest I become another whore of light's tribe Or hollowed dog of death Shepherd of the unchained brood I will cool thine righteous hate When summer seeks to heal And I wills toke its flames through the winter rain I will weave within it golden stitches of reason Pinning reckoning beams from the mind of the morning star to my receiving heart You held me in damnation (A discovery without salvation) Showed me a father I have laid upon thine spears Driven deep their many wisdoms My hour of contempt is once again upon me Hold me past the dream Steer my passions far from the weakness of lesser darkness and the sugar of god's bribe Lest I become another whore of light's tribe Or hollowed dog of death

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I've been shaped into an arm of the most righteous despiser Whose blessings of rejection burn upon the back of my teeth The bodies of black sheep pile higher Sacred cows are culled from the herd of belief Those drunk on the exception are blind to the law of the rule And the blood of its soldiers pool before its promise's fated breaking Int he hysteria of your disobedience I shot my idols like dogs Then, upon the praising heads of the choir I rained bombs Spellbound by divine defiance The gag of allegiance eludes me I'm freed from the restraints of reverence Every taboo and tradition I've plunged into the shuddering depths of the sea Stalking the knife's edge of the liminal Am I bounding toward annihilation or unearthing reconciliation? For the black is deep And the lofty white bright And all I see are enemies How can I drink from the shadow and make rid of the light from which it's cast?For I'd stretch my suffering to heaven to blind the eyes that never sat upon my liberty's past Those drunk on the exception are blind to the law of the rule And the blood of its soldiers pool before its promise's fate breaking I am shaken by the great contradiction from whose helm rattles the head of death with the grain of life's making What is to be of my next becoming? What face will you wear in the further unknown? What shape do you take beyond the static and symbols man has sown?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

When I've grown weary of the gentle love and the vainglory in all its creation, I will break its hold in your embrace Low into your wild beauty's foundation Cloven steps toward destiny's shrine, I retrace May the wind about my ears settle in rest So that your subtle tongue can wrest them with its pull to grim duty However bleak the task to which you beckon, I will answer As I cherish your kiss that presses cruelly With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man and the door of succession Where I suffer the gaze of your cleansing sins Atop heavenly ruins Work on a temple begins Empty is the mouth that carries no war Let the breath be pulled from mine before it tastes a sue for peace For hollow is the fireless heart Upon strife's ignition, will mine eternally feast With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man and the door of succession Where I suffer the gaze of your cleansing sins Atop heavenly ruins Work on a temple begins I know the aching of The End, and I will never be left by its desire for the death of all It is by its mouth's pull that into life's most vibrant plains, I am called Unto its sacred majesty, I offer my pride that blinds I will fight savagely Amid the fray of psychic torrents, I will reside