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Behold! This is us Widowed and left behind Clutching at every straw Gasping for soothing hope Heaving the life support As we crave narcotic comfort Shrink-wrapped empty shells Deaf to the ring of our knells Craving distraction And refuge in delusion As greed and malice Have raised the chalice of the end Off into the light Of the starless night We waft away Borne by thunders diamantine Into the blaze Lifting the haze In front of our very self As the walls are coming closer And spirit drifts further The sworn divide is spreading on A sedated dream's come moribund Wrought inside the tide of time The dark light clandestine Carried by the eternal will Beyond descent or end When the awen's fallen silent And yearning for atonement Will a godless world quake Before the fires shall wake In ruin In pain In labour In awe Into the light The starless night We waft away Borne by thunders diamantine Into the blaze Lifting the haze In front of our very self Off into the light Of the starless night We waft away Borne by thunders diamantine Into the blaze Lifting the haze In front of our very self

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Vellī, vellī, care Vellī care, etic ne me limpī Vellī ad me, andecare coimec Etic pissiíes clvton mā vellīs Roceconga inte pellū Etic gartū tov anvan Rotealtū Rotecarassū Extros scarasses vrit mati bivotūtinc Are anavon argantonc Scarasses vrit cridíon trovgocaríās Etic vertasses ad dercon dallon adcobrī Vellī, vellī, care Vellī care, etic ne me limpī Mā vellīs sindiv trātūve nepē Vellī samali gnītos esi

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

As the clanking footfalls echo With the mirthless concrete walls Down the parting road The end to unfold Marching relentlessly As if to break free Towards the yawning void Beyond the dawning light For the end has come As time is gone Behold The path foretold When the time has come For the end undone Behold All the gold in the scale pan And the scheming of the damned Erasing gods exiled Paradise defiled Will I ever hear the awen sing In a cosmos filled with reverence Will I touch the soil in awe again And caress the whispering winds divine Will we pray the vivid orison Will we see the promised aeon When slaughter become history And the children of Anu unite

Then will the earth tremble And all voices of the gods will be forced into silence The fruits of the earth will rot The soil will turn barren And the very air will sicken with sullen stagnation All good will disappear But when all this has befallen Then, the nameless, the creator of all things Will look on that which has come to pass And will stop the disorder by the counter-force of its will [?], it will cleanse the world of evil Washing it away with floods Burning it out with the fiercest fire And expelling it with war and pestilence And thus it will bring back this earth to the former [?] So that the cosmos will once more be deemed worthy Of worship and wondering reverence A holy and awe-inspiring restoration of all nature And it is wrought inside of the process of time

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Shell-proof and safety locked The boxes round their heads Isolated and stored Ego-wired to the core In a frenzy the merry-go-round Of their monkey minds The optical delusion Of their consciousness grimed Depressing ignominies And godless mockeries They're dancing on the graves Of the ones they made slaves Voracious bloodbath Leaving life-mocking strands For the bowls of wrath Were found in their own hands All the pain and death and all the seeking and all the breaking, it has not been in vain For with every strike of the threshing flail, the harvest, it will end this bloody reign Their eyes turned away from heaven Underyoked and downtrodden By all things fucking hostile To the nature of the soul Leaving gutted scorched earth On their rapine damned For the bowls of wrath Were found in their own hands All the pain and death and all the seeking and all the breaking, it has not been in vain For with every strike of the threshing flail, the harvest, it will break these crushing chains Depressing ignominies And godless mockeries They're dancing on the graves Of the ones they made slaves Voracious bloodbath Leaving life-mocking strands For the bowls of wrath Were found in their own hands "Nothing will be left but graven words, and only the stones will tell of their piety" All the pain and death and all the seeking and all the breaking, it has not been in vain For with every strike of the threshing flail, the harvest, it will break these crushing chains All the silence and all the light and all the breath and death will soothe the haunting pain For with every blow of the reaping hook the harvest will end this fucking reign

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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As the twilight falls In the nemeton The spell o' the knot flares up And through I shove Into the grove Soaring high above Casting off the veil That ghost light so pale I douse the blaring glare Deep into the dark On the winding path Leaving the clamor behind For all is one For one is lone The weaving hand Wields the endless knot For one is all Forevermore O' black night sun The sole one For all is one For all is one When the ravens cried The drab sundering veil Was torn in two and atwain Before my very eyes The vast arose The infinite awen was I For all is one For one is lone The weaving hand Wields the endless knot For one is all Forevermore O' black night sun The sole one For all is one For all is one For one is lone The weaving hand Wields the endless knot For one is all Forevermore O' black night sun The sole one For all is one

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Throughout utter darkening Eternal radiance echoes Anon snowdrops soon shall burgeon Erelong the cervine shall rise from slumber Behold the rebirth of the cosmos Recreation at the hands of the nameless The crescent moonshine Comes blazing its trail Through the darkness to decline To a limbonic sky so pale When the final golden sickle has been swung When the last mistletoe has been cut It who is one and lone and all Shall winnow and chaff at downfall Shattering halos, healing blind eyes The lithic words again shall rise The crescent moonshine Comes blazing its trail Through the darkness to decline To a limbonic sky so pale When the final golden sickle has been swung When the last mistletoe has been cut When two daggers have pierced the heart When the stones strike up again The aeon of the crescent moon will arise When the final golden sickle has been swung When the last mistletoe has been cut When two daggers have pierced the heart When the stones strike up again The aeon of the crescent moon will arise

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Bissíet amman ponc robissíet dīboudi Gdoníi roíomolassont ananuanācon admolatū Bissíont inte oinicū garíā snaððā Etic magnī inte oinicū labarasíont eson crabitī Talamū critasíet Etic ollī gutoues dēuon tausíont Sutoues talamonos amberantī bragnasíont Etic auelos clamodíāt dubumeruíā Ollā dagā tinasíont Extos ponc ollon sondī rosuarte Ananuanācon, dugilon ollon Pissíet roíosuarte Etic uerpennasíet anrextun uritinertū esío tolíās Eððío dagon Glanosaxsíet bitun drucū Uolcisíetid srutubi Loscisíetid aidū dāððisamū Etic cartisíetid catū sergūc Etic atebebrāsíet talamonin samali deluin uīrin esíās Etic dumnos atebissíet Brātos uīsus admolatōs Atebritā uindā magiāc bitōs etic eðði urextā rotū ammēs

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025