Sinister At Last
This track is instrumental.
Cloaked in deception, her cursed taste craves atrophy She spawns infection to deconstruct our fragile being Alluring; her sordid touch perverts all that she reaps Procreator, enthrall us to exalt our tragedy Deflowered by her plague of passion; Unnaturally, spawning the nightmares of disharmony Mother Contagion, bring forth the fall of purity Take now the dormant ones, and implant all your unborn obscurities Inspire from our agony; expand your cryptic grain Deface true innocence, until nothing is left humane Deflowered by her plague of passion Unnaturally, spawning the nightmares of disharmony Abstracted by these dreams of false bliss Insidiously, we bring forth a new dawn of darkness Wreaking throughout life immortalizing The warmth of her embrace lures us beneath Callously conceiving the end of our race, Immediately, deforming an age Deforming an age, we spew our poisons Enslaved to the grave, we are her chosen Erotically, we’ve birthed monstrosity Unleashing fetid odors from our open cavities We scream aloud our horrors, though we know it’s far too late Enticed by what we still had, not all that could’ve been Falling victim to every fallacy we let crawl in We have been damned to suffer By her majesty “The Temptress of the Night” Deflowered by her plague of passion Unnaturally, spawning the nightmares of disharmony Abstracted by these dreams of false bliss Insidiously, we bring forth the new dawn of darkness We’ll carry out her reign, until nothing is left humane Enslaved to humanity’s grave, we carry out her legacy
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Vexation moved the wood to horror As they caged the stone wall den Wherein the strain of defloration was abstain from the sight of men Phillomela's screams fell silent As she laid defiled in the soil Tereus unscathed his blade To deprave this mortal coil Sing in sorrow my beloved nightingale Haunt the morrow with your disconsolate tale The sister damned to silence As she was bereft her tongue But through a tapestry woven Her tragedy was sung Procne implored vengeance By the barbaric king's guile Reunited in madness The sisters sought to defile Sing in sorrow m beloved nightingale Haunt the morrow with your disconsolate tale Piteously harrowed my beloved nightingale You shall haunt me forever with your tragic woven veil Ithys' face spat murder at his mother's embrace The ties of kindred were severed as they dismembered the deceased "Husband, I have for you a glorious feast A banquet fit for you, you beguiling beast Husband, your treachery has left my sister defiled The penance i have for you is the flesh of our own child" Grieve! Sing in sorrow m beloved nightingale Haunt the morrow with your disconsolate tale Piteously harrowed my beloved nightingale You shall haunt me forever with your tragic woven veil
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
The autumn colors always set my teeth on edge The dismal palette shall be the decorum of the Dead Amidst the London, by my chastened blade, I claim Tonight shall be the eager stage to conduct my sordid game I disemboweled the courtesan like a beast sent to desecrate I pierce my teeth into their jaded skin before I deflorate How perversely my hands push razors through their contorted vulva gates Among the precious viscera my wretched urge will slake I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore ‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore With parchment and ink I attest to harlot cud I’ve adorned this world with grotesqueries Painted in precious blood How eloquent, my hands push blades to flesh I shall daunt WhiteChapel as a haunting shade of death I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore ‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore Shrouded in Anonymity, my face shall be disguised For I am divinity, unfit for mortal eyes With the scalpel I am the artisan to manifest The archetype for sordid goddesses OH MURDER! The slit throat siren cried As I pushed my hands inside OH MURDER! Waned her dying eyes My ties to moral fabric divide I am the nightfall that contorts your feeble brain More Lycan than man, I hunt as human bane Neither lust nor stature drives my blade to gore ‘Twas sadistic pleasure to dissect the filthy nameless whore
Open the gates, here we come; upon the tides of Acheron The souls of acrid carrion bear no nepenthe to anchorage them These passages flow infernal, native to the nocturnal Beneath these austere waves of spite, will emerge my fleshless acolytes All miscreants shall undergo, and unearth the tongue of woe There is no purge where they will go, their despair will be sewn Breathlessly subsisting, weeping their amends Onward we still go Into Acheron we descend Spirit’s screaming in vain, for me to take away their jagged misery Little do they know, it is not I who controls I’m just a messenger of death, on this dreary coast of sorrow Unshackled by their deity Left to sulk in stagnant shades, of odious melancholy Corrupted daze, now amongst my sails they writhe Shattered by such frail beliefs; aloud, they all decry Never ending they will fall, cruel beginnings shape them all Unconsciously, seduced by this river’s blessed contagion Everlasting they will crawl, along the shores of Avernus Newly deceased beliefs mangle their last thoughts of salvation Within the wretched, unwillingly they bow to ill fate Embracing every fear, flourishing in the throes of hate Drifting closer, towards the realms of unsung vile Dreadfully, this is where they’ll eternally wallow Among these Lethean floods, becoming unhallowed with lust These unblessed stygian depths guide us to the end of sensation Within the wretched, unwillingly they bow to ill fate Embracing every fear, flourishing in the throes of hate Drifting closer, towards the realms of unsung vile Dreadfully, this is where they’ll eternally wallow Among these Lethean floods, becoming unhallowed with lust These unblessed stygian depths guide us to the end of sensation Never to be reclaimed Revolving aimlessly through the corridors of damnation
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Abandon all fucking hope… “Floating the swells that spiral below Caressed by the fire, that blackens their defeat As they slip from the grips of anguish, they arrive in the chambers of deceit Under the ice, and right through the flames They become tamed, to the end Surrendering everything they have left To the realms of Moral Ruin” Obsolete identities entranced by nihility Forced to crave for apathy, doomed they now decline Watching as those who have lived without any shame or honor Get prosecuted to these pitiless waters Flushing the memories from the minds of expired mortal swine Rest assure there’ll see no redemption Raping their senses till they’re dry; apprehending mankind, one scum at time They will surrender Damning all that is divine Nothing remains extant beyond the flesh of time Drowning in their values that had left them disposed Dissolving as calamity to an ever darkening world In the realms of Moral Ruin, they have lost their ways Desecrated, and set astray among the depraved Dominated, forced to linger dismally Miscreated and enslaved to their own trickery Deluded by the impious stains; emaciated, they thrive on their own dismay Courting the end of their days; straight down the throat of unfathomed cruelty Drivellers starving for an end… to begin Stripped from every feeling, except torment Still engaged with the descent, they must now part ways with their oblivion Miscreated to die a thousand times a night Demoralized they discharge their last hopes of redeeming their might As they relapse, they wither from within Deconsecrated, they depart to the depths of torrid sin TO THE DEPTHS OF TORRID SIN! Abandon all fucking hope
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025