The Wake
I will walk alone, wallowing in the pain of a thousand tortured souls<br/> In this valley I will lie vomiting, condemned with the tenth plane of hell<br/> Where no man shall ever see me bleeding<br/> Bleeding, yet never to death, upon a ragged corpse<br/> My tears shall fall stained with the blood of my remorse<br/> The pain is always seething, breeding atrocities, and I can only wish for death<br/> And when I finally fall your name shall be my last call<br/> I vow never again to give in and succumb to this mortal sin (to rise again)<br/> I vow never again to fall to thy beloved angel''s call though my heart is forever maimed<br/> I shall usurp and abolish this pain<br/> Blessed angel, fall<br/> I shall now abolish pain, a god of flesh in retribution I will finally learn to tame<br/> A power I''ve never known bestowed to me and I shall forever rage gloriously in hell<br/> My walk of solitude shall come to pass my angel, this power I shall strip from you<br/> And in this hour when I am to be laid to rest I''ll rise and walk and shall now be true<br/> To the aborted I give my praise eternally draped in a cloud of hate scarred forever from<br/> once burning flames<br/> And some shall never return the same<br/> We have risen to walk again never to be struck down to our end and when the angels return<br/> to cross, we rage in battle, never succumb to loss<br/> Curse the believer of one fool''s fate, a man born to suffer in his blasphemy<br/> And let him stand alone in the burning rain and slowly writhe away into his insanity<br/> To live the life of a burning soul, never again shall I accept that fate<br/> I''ve only begun to rise up from my blasphemy<br/> And I''ll watch that angel as she begins to bleed,<br/> the cross from which you hung shall be ripped apart<br/> And you will never again be a part of me, and if you think again that I am in your grasp,<br/> I will emerge up from the sorrow, to rise again<br/> I once bathed in pain and I am the one to blame (to rise again)<br/> In my death will I see my release from misery<br/> Though my heart is forever maimed, I shall usurp and abolish this pain<br/> Blessed angel...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Bathed in a vile embrace, this place, I''m growing cold with the corpse<br/> A damnatory for the third journey with me<br/> And I''m growing cold with the corpse<br/> Come with me O gracious one to the land of the freed whore<br/> Come to thee O ancient one I''ve become thy name in lore<br/> Spirit light above me, lead me through this grief, pain and misery<br/> My leader of infirmity, to thee accursed, I look upon and trust thee<br/> One will lay, and we for eternity<br/> The bond of death shall be our conformity in the midst of this growing calamity<br/> I''ll shed my tears for what it once meant to me, all of this I see in dreams<br/> To see the end of a once gracious being, it will be a terrible scene<br/> To see the end of me, I shall die never to see<br/> We kneel and pray to the dying whore and sodomize the body of this worthless corpse<br/> Coveted lord abound with me our suicide shall last through eternity<br/> The last of my salvation comes through now and I watch it as it lies upon the floor<br/> Graced with the last of elation this memory shall bring pain forever more<br/> I see the end of life, but not in dreams we live, and we shall suffer by the rapist''s gentle grace<br/> or could it be the lord of forgotten dreams I beg to be free with my bond in this death, be<br/> gone, At The Wake we rot
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026