Pre Divine

For those who want to become divine in cursed grace... for those who falling from the black heavens, here night sits all say and night at that times, as we vanish in interwoven worlds The darkness is prime power / the chaos is supreme might The ancient patterns are energies The vortex swirling cold pulsating Yawning Throat swallows the stars The cradle and tomb for everyone The mightiest Being He himself is existence He is actually the only existence Lie that Creation would be a Word and a Thought The mightiest Being has no logic schemes Sometimes he destroys herself and reassembles The endless repetition The cycle of deathless returns The Time comes from these periods The supreme Being wants something else Not himself And separates them the parts are thus alive Patterns - ideas - shapes - colors are formed He divides himself too much When he wants to swallow the offsprings They turn against him Then the war breaks out in space

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

See The first gods were monsters The spirit of time The overwhelming flood The threatening roaring of the waves in the night The Snake which closes the roads and puts an end to thoughts The Darkness that thickens in the creases of the vortex The quantum that fills the void The cold fire that cremates trembling soot The shock that arises in the last flickering minds Aster / Uraeus Baldur / Belenos Felix culpa / duro – hana In illo tempore / ab origine The dead blood that continues to circulate in the freezing veins Flame and fever that do not heat but freeze Frightened stretching after the pale life When the cramp struck the heart Creating without purpose The stubbornness of the seed that sprouts out of the alkali Vanity Fair The useless hope

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The existence of laws is a fact The order prevails in the world How can one hide from that which never sets? The existence of fighting is a fact The battle itself is chaos How can one hide from that which never sets? The Sun is new every day The order is based on chaos Dynamic structure The most important law is the law of eternal change All laws change This world which is the same for all No one of gods or men has made But it was ever, is now, and ever shall be an ever-living Fire With measures of it kindling, and measures going out Opposition unites From what draws apart results the most beautiful harmony All things take place by strife Beginning and end are common (to both ways)

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

In the beginning, there was nothing but Chaos He was all alone and round him there was nothing but utter emptiness In those times there was neither sun, nor light, nor earth, nor sky There was nothing but a formless void and thick darkness stretching to infinity At last Chaos grew tired of living by himself It was then that he first thought of creating the world Chaos created fearsome Abyss and black Night And straight after that the lovely and radiant Day But Abyss is boundless Here Night sits all day In the heart of this frightful region Which even the immortal gods are afraid of Rise the dark courts of Night Forever wrapped in black clouds

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Fire was lit on the edges Blazing thou oldest seeds It impales the newborn Sun Sharpening blades of spheres Devoid of light, come, holy roots Melting to the darkest day Blood shalt be an aeonic spell To be destroyed and to awake And behold there's dust Letting golden flames to rise So come forth under the sea Throughout a whispering time The chains of a burning kingdom Unseen, once all dark returns Lingers unbound with no mercy Where stars scriptures of births Ye daughters of depths of the clouds Wind revival prayers to a grave Beam marches through the drowning worlds Longing untamed death to enslave Devoid of light, come, holy roots Melting to the darkest day Blood shalt be an aeonic spell To be destroyed and to awake And behold there's dust Letting golden flames to rise So come forth under the sea Throughout a whispering time

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Leaving minutes of well-worn watches Without ending Under grim grey-clouded skies Towards the desert of being Running through vast steep stairs Beyond the Yawning Gate Where strange figures lurk Getting out of the Reason's arms The vastness and horrible silence of bleak ice Through the dreadful peaks and mute basalt steeps The Bonds are untied The Moon is dark They dance in the night There is unknown magic in the sky The Bonds are untied The Moon is dark They dance in the night There is unknown magic in the sky Falling into the black heavens The light is very plentiful The voices of they are soul-breaker And they fear the coming of Him who is greater than they The terror of the outer hells The wraith of the infinite abysses A great sign appeared in between stars What has risen may sink and what has sunk may rise The Bonds are untied The Moon is dark They dance in the night There is unknown magic in the sky

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight; And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright. I have whirled with the earth at the dawning, When the sky was a vaporous flame; I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim, Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name. I have haunted the tombs of the ages, I have flown on the pinions of fear, Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages; Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear: And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer. I was old when the pharaohs first mounted The jewel-decked throne by the Nile; I was old in those epochs uncounted When I, and I only, was vile; And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle. Oh, great was the sin of my spirit, And great is the reach of its doom; Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it, Nor can respite be found in the tomb: Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom. Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight; And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025