Harbinger of Lucidity
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
Rise! The Ark of parasites They protect me and I keep them deep inside I taste their lechery as they multiply I am lifeless but they will not let my body lie Crawl into my skin Crawl, lick my innards raw From every orifice they fall It itches deliciously... My inner-feast Theirs are the eyes through which I saw the dying light And with a voice so sweet, consoling me I awoke; rejected by oblivion With a sole regret, the limitations of my flesh Tried, Tortured, crucified Then buried alive Left to rot in silence Before you, my children came to me A gracious offering To carry me out from within My hide lumbers forth into the night The son returns, vermin fuck to form my word Abandon all hope lest ye fall to me Baptized in bile, devoured and redeemed Now feed Crawl into my skin Crawl as my splinters gnaw Twisting through my temple walls I am my congregation and we are me I am my congregation Welcome as you are, I will engulf you all With a voice so deep, you'll plummet as I preach Mine are the eyes through which you'll see eternal life Now in the hive, ever you shall Crawl into my skin Crawl as my splinters gnaw Twisting through my temple walls
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
How long must I wait for the freedom of your insight? Grant the wisdom that corrupted your mind Besiege my dreams and lay your curse on me Bless me with the eyes, obscene Efforts to unlock the inner workings of man To seek guidance, therein Like advice from a well-read rotting severed head The dialogue is dead This unfortunate flesh My anchor in these ignorant depths A fate I will not accept The prison where potеntial is kept How unfortunate How long must I wait I thirst for omnipotency To see bеyond with a most frightening clarity In the pit of my wailing soul, it tortures me He who came to my side Under the guise of a sleepless night The gravity in his eyes You took hold of my mind And in that brief waltz with twilight I saw the ashes of time Quickly drifting Torrentially converging As they flow into the center of this endless dream This unfortunate flesh, the final door before we achieve The liberation of death This unfortunate flesh, the prison where potential is kept A fate I will not accept
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
She came to me in the aura of a tyrant An angelic thing, ever steeped in tragedy She emptied me, flushing out my childish dreams The grip of her stare, I could barely breathe Arrested by her passion, ferocity, chaotic supremacy Nights were all the same, she came to bring me pain The bloody rapture she often displayed I chose this Hell, object of my affliction So warm and bestial, she wrеsts my attention From a paradigm so frail, to adversity far beyond thе pale As I lay on the brink of decay Her savagery truly speaks to me My scars are among the most heart-felt of poetry Inscribed by this profane entity, my bride to be At length, time found me as a servant to her story Am I the one, or am I only the foreshadowing? Or will the climax consist of something else, entirely? Once she sickens of my pitiful frame, will she abandon me? Cast me aside, like some infectious debris Don't leave Please So warm and bestial I chose this Hell
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
I wander through the breathing corridors As I did centuries before Walls burst under the stress of the many Pale degenerations that waited for their lord The aromatic scent of that certain suffering The crushing of dreams and a waning belief I return to eat of the energy Drink of the misery they bequeath I will drain them, their disembodiment Is the sole source of my nourishmеnt I am the thorn that stabs them on the othеr side (Here) I am God and I've eternal life Their sweet sorrow takes me so fucking high (I see) a crowned carcass with defeat in his eyes Mummified In the tomb where they walk, I stalk them The haunters become the haunted I am the thorn that stabs them on the other side I dig deep until their essence is mine Spectral extraction, torn open wide My quarry pours forth from the astral divide Once rent of light Sensations divine My vessel is reenergized Sensations so divine I recede into the shadows That carry me from time to time I remain unbound between The Heaven to some and Hell of many (Until it awakens me) I am the thorn that stabs them on the other side (Here,) I am God and I've eternal life Their sweet sorrow gets me so fucking high (I see) a crowned carcass with defeat in his I am the thorn that stabs I dig deeper until Spectral extraction, torn open wide My quarry pours forth from the astral divide
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Only fragments remain A cavernous expanse, once, the brain There was no other way The risk of no response was far too great For this petulant race Had outgrown its cage Through sleep They could now walk behind the scenery In their dreams, they were awakening Before we realized Many of them were already inside Crude travelers we did not invite Ripples cast into our realm Came crushing tides of prying eyes We painted Hell for them We took the forms and shapes Of their most horrid fears To frighten them away We made them understand This was a grave mistake None may come to us Of lesser plains And to their bitter end One of our own was sent To sedate their souls And guide them in
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
It is beyond those ruined gates Through which they step into this bleak estate Their child-like eyes await, the promised land For their entire lives Told of gods and other dead parasites They truly see what they believe They are naive Once within these frigid halls They wander throughout, ever blissfully enthralled Willing into view, precious elements of youth Revelling in company, drunk on memories I came here, haplessly At the expiration of a recent dream Yet I return, curiously To contemplate their piety Familiar, but yet ultimately lost to me I pity them for this, their reality From which they are disengaged Within this illusion, they would stay As I would remain behind the veil of consciousness How the seeds of innocence blossom into blight My bygone peers, rooted in the shores of time Denied I will remember these unfortunate, deserted creatures They truly see what they believe
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Hooves, horns, an angel is born Blood-red burning Black flesh, all that is left Of dear Mother From beneath her smoldering debris Crawls our King Embers, embers God cries out in a fit of rage, wailing Too intoxicated to pray away the pain March! March! Through the Kingdom of the vanglorious Bring our child the head Swarm, torch the bastion of their impotent lord For objectives ignored Embers in the afterbirth Our savior shall emerge Surmount, surround Burn the fucker down The beautiful sound of infernal war The sons of whores Grant them nothing more Than the torment we have endured March! March! Return to the Earth and we are victorious Dead, he's dead! He's dead! The lie, revealed, the gate, forever sealed And the crown upon the brow of the supreme evil Embers in the afterbirth Our savior shall emerge
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Graves exumed by fire's light Coffin cracks when spells are done Slowly crept an inward breath Death may claim but keep no one Spores seep out from his ancient mouth Enshrouding the burial ground Past the casket, soil and roots They chew through the earthen womb We could feed a million hungry eyes Do your part and be the sacrifice When the great black abyss sends the apocalypse All miracles undone, when something unholy comes We embrace whatеver curse comes to rapе the Earth Behold the birth of something unholy Full moon consumes everything in sight Forcing beasts into the light Lost in the pines and devoured alive Lovers mourn where corpses lie You could die and be immortalized Step into my jaws and take the bite When the great black abyss sends the apocalypse Cries enough to drown the sun, when something unholy comes We embrace whatever curse comes to rape the Earth Arise a servant to something unholy Coalescing void of hate Starving shadows lay in wait Seek the children to possess Hell rides in on baby's breath Once we've taken hold of your godforsaken soul You will be exiled and your kin will soon follow Final portrait of your family, rotting in the hole Hung above the fireplace to spare them from the cold
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.