The Chronicles of Khiliasmos

[One thousand years may seem like an eternity to some, but it is a mere whisper in the gist of chaos. Blind is what they are, trapped in the bottomless pit that is their own narcissistic quintessence. Scattered to the wind like sand they wandered the desert before constructing the ultimate shrine for the Demiurge; Yerušalaym, The Holy Sanctuary. When all is done; scattered to the wind they will be once more, bereft of their imperfect narcissistic manifestation.] Dust is what he gathered Here at Har haBayith To create the first man In his flawed image The first in a long lineage Of slaves and serfs All knowledge denied Bred to crawl and serve Crafted out of matter A despicable, futile shell Binding them to the earth Unable to attain the divine To worship Elohim, in vain Never to look further To the universe beyond Where true wisdom lies The only sacrifices made Are those of the body The binding of Yishaq Hypocrisy exemplified Two temples were erected Here on this bleak mount Remember Vespasian Before the third constructed Pěrûšîm, hearing the divine In the chinking of coins Seeing the smile of God In the shimmer of gold No Messianic Age No World to Come Despair will be plentiful All delicacies will be dust All oaths will be broken As truth turns into lie No kings will be crowned The sixth aeon is the last There is no domination Nor arrogant world rule Only total liquidation As material creation Will fall

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 18, 2026

Rebirth, resurrection is what they preach<br/> The dead shall be raised incorruptible<br/> Each and every one of us shall be changed<br/> As mortal man will put on immortality<br/> Man is not body and soul combined<br/> For there is no salvation for the flesh<br/> Only the soul is truly immortal<br/> And the body incapable of being revived<br/> Salvation comes to the soul alone<br/> Liberation from a mortal shell<br/> The essential truth lies far beyond<br/> The words of God<br/> See how his blind minions feast<br/> Crawling like maggots on a corpse<br/> Attracted to the glimmer of gold<br/> The impure cherish the pure<br/> Feel their ever burning desire<br/> For untainted flesh of infants<br/> Spoiling their body and soul<br/> with their deviant, perverted urges<br/> There lies the actual key to truth<br/> The body does not feed the soul<br/> It only weighs it down, tires it<br/> To finally let go, like rotten bonds<br/> So is the destiny of the world itself<br/> To crumble, decay and dissolve<br/> Losing grip like tired old hands<br/> Let the essence free beyond recall

Submitted by johnmansley — May 10, 2026

Filip Dupont — Vocals, GuitarsBart Put — GuitarsBart Vanderheyden — DrumsRaf Meukens — Bass Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com GORATH LYRICS

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026