Womb of Pestilence
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Glorification of the cyclical moon Five points to be a sign for the horns Manifestation of the spherical flesh Seven wounds to light the way We sung as the hammer danced A dream of a loathing glare Forthright as the sun, from two burning spheres As torrents of abhorrence, the gleam swept through As the purest of flames The radiance from the first and the last Was slaughtering everything and all We rejoiced for we had wrought pain The conflagration of divinity in aeons Was brought forth in a flame from the west A shape clad in leather wings In the gleam of its blackened eyes Vast fires leapt in awe of the endless torture
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the fog A monument The black monolith, Forever stands still. The keeper of the stones, The eye of the abyss, The watcher, The pathway into the unknown...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The rays of the morbid moon Illuminate the way As burial mounds are opened The dead lifted In dread of their new life Hung across varied trees Prepared with knife and rope Their lifeless bodies wavering Limbs in grotesque endeavour Trying to remember death's magnificence This body I consecrate With godly seed So it may rise once more With heavenly light in its dead eyes With divine voice in its mouth Let his eyes open And bathe us in the light Of the void once again To be ashes Bones And rotting flesh
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A towering mountain naked in the wasteland Circling steps lead upwards (to everlasting wisdom) The ascension has been set Below the shadows command And rise in defiance and fire The crown conquered A large bluish sphere closing in A step through Into the coldness of space From doorway to doorway Passed beyond shapes through the gate Tomes of power piled on wood A turn A doorway, one of the last From horizontal to vertical The stars burned brighter here The correct patrh was laid Finally the form did rise and speak In the centre the stellar ones amass And in the depths they awaken I can already see the shapes The spires swirling in the abyss The lights burning in the depths All the shadows are the same The shadows are death
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the abysmal mirror image from below The four armed daemon Two of its hands straining to reach the stars A pair of swords diagonally in the other two Dark steel rides the fleshy canvas (of the corpse) The soon to be sun inside his dead eyes The moon inside his cranium The microcosm Around me Spilt on the floor In front of me His body bent grotesquely To form the holiest of shrines In his eye sockets now the eternal fire burns His foul, twisted mouth sings hymnals of praise Carved sigils feed on his soul Upon his heavenly carcass We smear our saliva Its wounds serve as resting places For our ensnaring tongues And his veins as our vessels For we shall never feel drought, Nor hunger, or anything else As long as this altar pulsates with HIS light!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026