Ritual Hymns

Through the rivers that carry my stability swims a parasite aiming to shift my focus I stand unwoven. The blood delivered Lucidity lay before the throne of bones. Ancestral voices circle the air My spirit lies astray in the Raven's nest while portals opened above my bed Wrapped in feathers that brush the ashes of a toppled kingdom across the skin Cast into prison where illusion shatters stability I'm torn from Hel into illusion From throne to binding chains Hide from mountains of whispers I am the illustrator ov these realms I am the overseer I am reborn Adorned through sword and nail I still hear their cries carried in the wind Sorrows crawl in and out of my eyes and through my fingertips. Light the match Light the match and seal my fate Claim your stillborn, destined for bliss. Seared and discolored skin stiffens Through the rivers that carry my stability swims a parasite aiming to shift my focus I stand unwoven. The blood delivered Lucidity lay before the throne of bones. Ancestral voices circle the air I live in fear Hunted under the sun Haunted beneath the moon The fear of eternal isolation tears me from the light into the wake ov the sun Securing my mortality with thine swords. Crown me in vine and calm your storms with my marrow

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

I watched as the lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Thine blinding gleam pierced the air as the horseman approached bearing the flag flown beneath the wailing waters of Cocytus. Revealing to me the book of the wicked Speaking antediluvian tongues written in dark matter "I hath witnessed a deconstruction of your psyche, lead on by mortals, posing as serpents" The clocks weigh heavy upon my collar I can no longer weep I can no longer writhe I stand frozen in wait to be cherished Yet my spine remains punctured with knives and fangs. The dissimulating speech of mortals sends me cascading into the winds of melancholy. I feel my power fade by each passing day. Must they be so untrue? I can no longer bear to roam amongst the worms that crawl upon our Earth. The wind bites in the moonlight's waning. The horseman speaks "You must cast the goddess of treachery on a bed of suffering and make those whose tongues drip with trickery suffer intensely with her" I must call upon the primordial ones to serve in the scourge of Earth. And I will strike her children dead I shall pierce the heads of the betrayers and split their tongues to bleed upon my feet They wail with entrails dragging across scorched pavement. Reverberation of hope eclipsed. Maliciously consuming the fresh glistening flesh. Gnawing on the viscera, viciously chomping away. Innards scatter and enter my lungs. A scorn colder than the void's howling echo Their cries for mercy muted by their own cleaved tongues The cosmos shall hear the burning whines A scorn colder than the void's howling echo

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I've made my home, where forefathers called to me. Lost hope Cavernous lore Ring the bell of reprisal Assembled stones beckon thee Move, appear, arrive in illusion On this day the sun shall set upon his reign May the rain weigh down upon his wings as the end begins May the rain weigh down upon his wings as the end begins A lifetime of questioning built upon trickery halts with the rising of a new king I will rend the feathers from thy corpse and drape them upon my shoulders To strike fear into he who would approach me Asmodai The seventh seal split before my eyes long ago I was born to complete a prophecy The bellowing in the distance sang me to sleep

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

My hands sift through the plinth of ashes of the innocent who’ve been sacrificed to the tyrannic skies. Metacarpals no longer deform in a programmed reach for paper. Tyranny smog’s the land. No light shall be seen as long as it remains. The Earth is crumbling beneath the greed and ego fed rats. Servant minded drones. Abandon purity’s promise. Bury every idea that this place would change. You’ve earned the sear of my hand. The end of breath. Stand in the way of their lives’ completion and let the abysm corrode, leave them to cry and suffer alone homes obliterated. Families maliciously pulled beneath the surface. Abandon purity’s promise. Bury every idea that this place would change. You’ve earned the sear of my hand. The end of breath. Stand in the way of their lives’ completion and let the abysm corrode, leave them to cry and suffer alone Watch them beg for air and Wrench their way out Outward bleeds their own contempt Steal them of faith Terrorize the living filth Watching their fortune dissipate. Watching their skin torrefy. The heartless, choking on the beating hearts of their loved ones.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Cast into the fire, encircled by fog. The flames' tongues slither across my skin. Punishment for the atrocities I birthed, and the pestilence I forced into lungs. The sickening grin returns as I bathe in infernal heat. My venomous deeds on Earth collected and molded into a monument of fear. Tears at the thought of me. Shrill bellowing at the sight of me. I still stalk from below. Shield your eyes, for your savior returns at sunrise. Watch as he descends, lifeless, constricted by the eternal noose slowly descending. As he draws closer to the soil, feast your eyes upon his empty sockets stare into the vortex of defeat. His second coming, an event to tear hope from the droned hearts of the masses. The druids and servants drag out the boiling pot of water, dropping the carcass in. His children stare as his once impeccable skin seethes and evaporates. My warning proves true, their hope is buried. Licking my lips at the horrors above, witness to horrors that surround before being gripped with incessant suffering. Ever lost in anguish. Scream and the sound echoes across the dreadful plain. I warm by the flames from whence the cries entered. Man. Race of Ruin. Race of Odium. We have reclaimed existence, Lucifer give us sight. I am the unholy. I am Spite. Son of Truth. Son of Perdition. Stare into the void of my eyes. I recite my anathemas to grip your throats, squeezing out words you used against the dark. Asphyxiated by the rope of reprisal Kneel down to the saviour of the fallen race as he reigns with his wings wide open We have reclaimed existence, Lucifer give us sight. I am the unholy. I am Spite. Son of Truth. Son of Perdition. Stare into the void of my eyes. I recite my anathemas to grip your throats Ever lost in anguish. Scream and the sound echoes across the dreadful plain. I warm by the flames from whence the cries entered. Race of Ruin. Race of Odium The death of purity breathes life into eternal waste As they've seen I've condemned thy blood hopeless landscape. Fiend's sights are combined, blood that spills from your mouth. Loathe yourself, deathless shame rains agony over your putrid silhouette.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

I offer my indisposed shell to the contorted shadows lingering across my room Besides them the only eyes fixed on me are my own tear flowing obsessions in the mirror gripped with stiff hands I relinquish my right to live amongst the sea of entitled mannequins. Futile attempts to rise into the sky leave me perilous and dry. Haunted by the clergy I chose. Let me go, I wish to decompose. Constricted by crippling insecurity. Without the svn I live The aether calls, to relieve the earth of my wasteful existence. When the sun is buried beneath the hills, ethereal winds pull my desire to the blackened skies. Moonlight guide thy hand and tie thy rope. Without the svn I die The aether calls, to relieve the earth of my wasteful existence. When the sun is buried beneath the hills, ethereal winds pull my desire to the blackened skies. Moonlight guide thy hand and tie thy rope. Discover me in the woods I explored as a child. My neck hung from the thickest branch for the flocks to feast on the brain matter representing untapped potential. Feet suspended a mere inch above the dirt. Leaving enough space for rodent swarms to chew upon the limbs that could never walk to the pedestal set. Day by day I wither away. Blissfully into the ether I stray.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The Court is risen From the bowels of a wilted village flooded in quarrel Beneath the trees breathes the blood pact to reclaim our soil. Indoctrinated warfare amongst the rats Set forth by fraudulent monarchy shall cease to breathe a sunset Atop steel structures rains phosphor as the false gods are hunted The oath remains fragmented until proclaimed overseers feed the worms. May we harvest thine melted flesh and drink the wines that spill from their open throats May we harvest thine melted flesh and drink the wines that spill from their open throats Beware the Court of Owls, whomst watch beyond time, Ruling from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime. They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed. Speak not a whispered word about them, or they shall send the Talon for your head The Court is risen From the bowels of a wilted village flooded in quarrel Beneath the trees breathes the blood pact to reclaim our soil. Indoctrinated warfare amongst the rats Atop steel structures rains phosphor as the false gods are hunted The oath remains fragmented until proclaimed overseers feed the worms. May we harvest thine melted flesh Indescribable creatures tear away at the tendons and nerves leaving the pile of gristle and cruor to the vultures. Bleeding dry the corpses of the populace Spilling wrists to fill the trenches Split truths scatter like rats Restlessly flying to rain death Split the mothers from their children, carve their bones into dust that withers in the wind. Hear the masses cry as their home is reduced to ash for the new world to be planted over Bound in solitude, Nocturnal knights rule a world in ruin With feather and claw Silent deaths and forgotten loss Flight without fear The end of everything is near A fitting grave for the death of man In moonless night they soar beyond sight Waiting for humanity's demise I dream of the day when their wings carry us away A death in the family avenged

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

The wind closed eyes In lies the tribe's iron hand Gripping color Dripping salted water Without the Sun We merge our paths Thy picture birthed only in blight The horns formed in matching peril The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me. Hymns carried Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction? Where could the remnants of the shattered aether be scattered Is my blood tied to these wilted scriptures? There screams no sound louder than nothingness The wind closed eyes In lies the tribe's iron hand Gripping color Dripping salted water Without the Sun We merge our paths Thy picture birthed only in blight The horns formed in matching peril The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me. Hymns carried Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from thee? Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction? Impending uprising fulfilled when I discovered death's dry hand. Stepping out into the snow the chill caresses my hair. Following the voice to encounter thy embrace. An offering of flesh A sacrifice of memories Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin. Tear tendons to reach the vessel Surgical discovery of the ancient ones To the glyphs I raise my hand Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin. Hooded father I cry upon the altar I repeat your message in circles

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

From the beginning the lunar voices howled to me. Pushing bricks between my sanity. Eclipsing light that aimed to lead astray. Flashing lights, the call ov the horn, have drawn me forward into the abysmal array of trees. Why have they disturbed me and what is thy plan? Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters For Surtr burns unquenchable flames and withholds the screaming dozens Progeny ov my innermost blackness. Is all as it appears? Or does my mind contort yet again? In time waves of essence must bring forth clarity. For this misshapen line betwixt the aether and cast illusion has impaired and brought me to my baying death. Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters For Surtr burns unquenchable flames and withholds screaming dozens Tribes chant from the trees, promising to reveal the ones reaching for me since my birth. Since my birth The archaic whispers have seeped back into me, cutting through my suffocating darkness. "The hand behind the druids; a familiar hand cold and cruel" Could this be? A realm born ov my spirit? A slave to death, a slave to love, a slave to perception. A slave forestalled the horrors behind the calls, for I cannot overcome suffering if I refuse to look it's summoning direction. Through this darkness you will find him, in your sword still beats a heart I hear the chants wafted through miles of wood and grass. I have walked through acres of carrion and weeping VALRAVN Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters The Winter Sun never sets for it never rose A calm has yet to return, Tormented as I beg for peace upon a shrine ov ethereal essence I offer my blood to whomever may erase the foreboding realms that seep into my reality. VALRAVN Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters The Winter Sun never sets for it never rose A calm has yet to return, Tormented as I beg for peace upon a shrine ov ethereal essence I offer my blood to whomever may erase the foreboding realms that seep into my reality. VALRAVN Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters The aether burnt asunder I am the illustrator ov these realms Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters I am the overseer, and the self-defeated.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025