Three Angled Void
Soon the silence Will be broken Brought to ruin And made to follow White ashes will fall As the Gaping Maw opens As the Gaping Maw opens The Black Night will descend Engorged with black dreams Satiated with deep wisdom Under the soil Deep in the black of the Earthen Grave The everburning Intolerable Unseen A green blade of grass will bend Wen faced by winds of Death And if the poison the ground It will never rise again! White ashes will fall As the Gaping Maw opens As the Gaping Maw opens The Black Night will descend Feverish dreams Innards - Now whole at my feet They paint a picture of valleys and gorges And soon flies will infest them Yet even though they grow black They can not match the darkness That lies in wait The Gaping Maw opens Driving forth a madness Upon which deafness belays no relief Blindness no solution Death no salvation For the glory of Death!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Imagine a tear in space The deepest tone of black Imagine the most immense power Wielded for absolute destruction Parallel dimensions Playgrounds for nightmares Reversed and altered physics Shapes you can not see Beasts with horns That revel in this destruction Imagine titan moutains Silver spheres Feel the flow of unbalancing powers (A throne) inside a menacing spiral Infinite darkness carved into this shape Imagine a being standing beside the throne Hands finaly grasping a banner And a scepter Both plain in appearance His eyes portraying sinister imagery Wings spread over the throne Standing in vigil At case yet poised to strike Ascending Releasing the void Embracing the destruction Revelling in murder Evoking the unbeing You can not, yet I can ! Imagine yearn, covet and lust I do For Lucifer to ascend
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A black reflection On the liquid surface One light to point the way The darkness subsides A bleak vision Of a grey plateau Seven lights across The darkness arrives A cold feeling Inside a watery grave Weak light penetrates What the darkness creates Numbing Cold No light alive A black monolith below No emotion No warmth No light Nothing moves Dead and buried In a grave out of time Swallowed by deep secrets Exhaling starlight Fragments spill out Poisoned air descends Husks burn away Wisdom seeps from every pore Knowledge drips from orifices Inhuman mirror Burns like a thousands stars Pass'd millenia Outwards through the veil In Deep Death In the eternal Black It reflects None
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Rolling down the spine Fluides trickle A chalice torn jaws Channels the flow Rises from the Black Earth Not dead Not alive A monument of things to come Constructed by no hand Winds wail Through the misshapen forms Autumn's grey light Reflects on polished bone Blood spills unto white linen White linen desiccates The pallid in a circle Slowly say and creak A black forest behind them Frames the aesthetic They come Through the Open Eye Who is crowded by faceless serpents They Speak Through the Open Mouth, that splits apart at the seams
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Black earthen graves beckon All life ends in gaping abysses Thousands littering the landscape Eternal space shining Beneath the surface In the autumnal breeze Stars set in each one Reflection unknown distances One shining eye in each Breaching the surface Descend into its depths Stare into the abyss and blind yourself In Death's embrace Be reborn in dark spaces Lighting at your fingertips Eyes burned away Untouched by its coldness Not-Of-This-World Rises anew Forever stained By the occulting tear Under Death's dark visage Stars now circle its being Every piece of human meat devoured Every human concept removed Deathly lights swirl In anticipation of what's to come Spine portals align A step through The unknown and The sudden roar Glorified! Into the stars I rise!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I dream of what has never been I dream of what was lost in time I dream of what is to come Singulatrites descend Descend I dream of an uttering of no known tongue I dream of spirals made of severed hands They guide me Towards the dawn "My wings fly backwards to the beginning I am the flight of Syth Ommot! From this height I watch the stones No man can (even) see them" Singularities descend In the end Solitary Distant Dead bodies Singularities descend lucifer ascends when Lucifer ascends Singularities descend
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026