Into the Deepest Wounds

What with one hand spinning lies the other feeds on deception Our young ensure the inevitable A thousand eyes watch helpless, the morals spit upon our open arms Black cover all, the ground opens technology;s great achievnents The immeasurable storms bring foretold destinies Leaving man in his rightful places, cowering in the face of violence Numbers rise beyond control all meat for the slaughter; the great being does not live It never was and shall be forever,man the temporary inhabitant only by his way

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Upon us this dreaded harvest -- the sun will never shine on these runis -- man has failed the crucible. The apocalyptic frost begins: take the hand of agony, embrace winter's doom, For the flesh proves feeble to its icy grip forzen winds unleash despair. When the world was enshrouded by the pale moon's eclipse haunting mist it sleeps,from the silence at Black Mountain's peak, merciless waves of Armageddon crash and roll upon this dying land. Inherited by the weak, mayhem swarms in its ture form: super natural unerthered by storms. Rejoice in eternal night fall, in lust with the demise of dawn. Unchained are the hounds of chaos, they stir beneath the great ice's thaw...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

To know his creators form birth, the world unknowing of his power: to take rule of his Withered earth, he is born!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

The mechanics of monotony, a perfected science slowly killing man Slowly killing my will to live, I can hear nothing at all walking in place nonprogression, swimming in the seas of failure Life lead fallowing, demonstrated life is hated, demonstrated my eyes see Lend me emotion I will take it form you, turn from what blinds you

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Look from the bliss faith once created, in an enigma of ominous inessece, that which nest in thy soul, lest it burn with the first eclipse, iniquitous vernal equinox; the xul knows many passages. His sear of scorched life will not turn away, but vanquish deities once divine; even in autumnal slumber the choirs cease to sing of praise to a godless world. Let he who hold no power be gone. In rage of equinoctial storms -- tragedy unbeknowst to the weakest emotion -- abandon from thy self to serve an unseen being for what have you come? Queen of the weeping heavens, a detestable allure smolders beyond the fading meridian. Moon rise on the boiling sea, at one with the bleeding spirit before me.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Is there accomplishment without failure? Is there life without emptiness? Can I feel without reason? It can't be understood, can't you just accept it? It's too simple to be complex to you: somthing so pure. Unmatched, unchallenged -- beaten down and pushed back in my mind, waiting patiently. Your time will come again. I'm not waiting. I'm getting out. Imprenate before the solstice falls upon -- from whence the flesh we conquer.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Of all that hides behind the phantom light, crucify the solace the children of god have cast upon. Entities which bore a mightier season, enslaving the sacred lamb, Nergal -- your sphere once burned bright, in the ebony sky, from a kingdom now devoid in the cosmos; procreation from the heaving womb of Earth. The galaxian lord shed its shepherd's gaze against the great, one-eyed sword, forever haunteth in the shape of man; disintegrated constellations, that in invincible dust Orion, in all spirit, weep. Shadow of the emptiness light fallen from the past majestic thrones: the newly formed heavens in invisible dust. Nergal, your sphere once burned bright in the ebony sky, against the great one-eyed sword forever haunteth in the shape of man

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

From the dissolving of the rights of expatriotism comes the fury of the soulless I lie on my back never knowing if I am awake. Never knowing, I feel the summons of the Plague. These visions hunt me. The coolness of the rain eases my fever-ridden body... It started as a fever -- from what I know not -- masses expel forth, their souls in plain sight, less is their nobility. So the souls stay to hunt, starved and bewildered the rest wander. Above me flies a thousand, a flock that disregards me and fly onto the south. Upon looking again, they're not there. Stained black are my hands where they once grew, I will never use his name again; I call to the banishment of the wind. The lord turns his back and lashes with his great tail; the Earths hakes from this and I find a young, dead foul. I blaspheme those that took it from me. I bent down to comfort it. Holding it, I cry deeply and insanely for its love for me is gone. It's carcass feels cold, and feathers they shed; A feeling of excitement crosses me: with each violating thrust I feel enlightenment I hate, so to me they come. I fall to my knees; I raise my hands above me. "For what!!" I scream "For nothing", a voice answers back. I turn and see king lucifer ablaze. "For what!!" he cries out. "For nothing," the voice answers back.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I say goodbye to you my friends; I am going home to die now; From the delicate gardens they fall, abomination Fight for me, the empire is crushed A new creation shall unfold; Master strike - I command you to raise! Indescribable power I am in control; The blinding flames of fever hunt the living to death, the new leader ordained I vomit on all that resembles him; I induce the terror; Their death was in good intention, My genocide will not be out of hate But just for the great pleasure divine from destroying that which formed long ago.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Inexorable fury, a stir by the fall of day "and the dawn cast a cruel shadow" what birth in savage form, abomination scorned with bloodlust "quenched beneath a bleeding moon, the ever unseen torment, in a world cursed to dark insatiable as it grows yet stronger" the hunger that burns inside, the evil, which can never die, the beast that stalks the lamb this night and the twilight grew ever still "in this foulest of seasons" a lifeless malevolence, keeper of the godless flame "to sufficate the hope of life" I'am the night you fear, I'am the child's cry gnarled are the claws of fate, "to which many human shall suffer"

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025