Achatius
Fever dreams and and the trumpets call All wakeful sleep must end For the winding way will surely lead to the fall The holy heavens shudder and howl with bitter joy All wakeful sleep must end For the seventh key has come to reap and destroy Through empty churchyards into the woods He heeds the call Ascending through ghostly spruce and pine He heeds the call At the crossroads they stand in October's gloom As warning to peasant and king Three corpses in knightly garb foreshadowing doom Their martyr wounds gaping The journey ends and the hymnal organs call All wakeful sleep now done For the winding way has led to the fall The abbey casements flicker and echo with glorification All wakeful sleep now done For the seventh key has unlocked the waiting graves What strange sights one may see when the end comes "Nox mihi dira fam (non) retulit somni Heu me dolens, plango" What strange sights one may see when the end comes "Diesque clara non adduxit lumina; Heu me dolens, plango" "Alas, Achatius...fever dreams do end And for you nothing will return"
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Holy song will banish his presence not For song is for peasant fools Holy song will banish not the past For the past is always here Holy song will banish his presence not For his presence is for sinning fools Holy song will banish not the ghosts For their sorrows are always here His light disappears And the mind veers To woodcut horrors And ancient fears Lamentation will save your lost soul not For lamentation is for holy fools Lamentation will alter not the past For the past is always alive down there Lamentation will save your lost soul not For lost souls are but fuel for the furnace fires Lamentation will appease not the ghosts For their sorrows always wait down there His light disappears And the mind veers To woodcut horrors And ancient fears "Heu, miseri, heu, miseri! Quid, homo, ineptam sequeris laetitiam?" Fiery hues of hell Spiral deep into vaults; Sprung from a serpentine demon Born of medieval terrors "You, of the utter absence of love You, of the utter absence of joy You, of the utter denial of all expiation" When the celestial ones have sent for you And there is no return When the astral traveler commands equinoctial points And the strangest waters churn When superstitions come alive The zealot's mind must accept There is glory in utter degradation
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Spheres, stars, the faces of cuts First, last, the constellation of ire Fearful dreams, they arrive on abyssal winds Oh, wild beast of revelation Last, first, ten horns of ire Fearful dreams, they slither from crushing mass "Above thee the moon's tide may ebb and flow And the cooling serpent's scales distantly glow; In glittering brilliance and majestic coils Conjuring harvest constellation's apocalyptic toils" Spheres, stars, the faces of cuts First, last, the coronation of ire Fearful dreams, they arrive on abyssal winds Oh, untamed beast of revelation Last, first, unclean scales of ire Fearful dreams, they slither from crushing mass "Receive the wondrous messages from withered angels of the pit Listen closely and the soul will tremble Fifth of Swords crowned by the Dragon's star St. Michael as the comet's most tragic fall" Seven celestial beasts of god Adjudicate at anointed judgment fields of hearts Seven abyssal beasts of hell Adjudicate at anointed judgment fields of hearts "Unde manus infernorum gaudet gula cerberi" Stillness falls and the furnace calls Go forth and toast the slashing whip
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Cold halls of silence Echo with the cruelty of the heart Deep rooms of silence Echo with the cruelty of the soul Can you hear his presence? It is not the winter wind dying Can you hear his presence? It is the devil blowing through the forests To and fro Starlit skies of tribulation Thunder with the cruelty of the whip Fallen towers of tribulation Thunder with the cruelty of the rack Can you feel his presence? It is not the winter wind dying Can you feel his presence? It is the devil howling through rotting bones To and fro A proud knight appears Gleaming weapons in hand The parapet of the sky bends to his will As animals watch the nightly stars Garbed in rusted armor Sardonic in its opulence Wild beasts of the earth bend to his will As roaring furnaces light the nightly stars Flog them hard until all will must depart Maim all flesh and bone until the spirit alone must atone ACHATIUS! Reaping time is near ACHATIUS! The fifth angel of destruction is here "I have felt summer I have felt winter I have felt the fear of brimstone and hell I have dreams of all the comes from below" Over wintery fields toward the hills of violation Driven by Iron hooves, the shameful march of contemplation The mystery of seven stars feared from distant land A treasonous angel with keys to below held in its right hand ACHATIUS! Reaping time is near ACHATIUS! The fifth angel of destruction is here
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026