Embers in the Spiritless Void

Set the captives free let them walk along the brightest highway without fear of being ensnared keep the rivers of light flowing Screams from beneath the arid plains a desert of souls in decay dwelling below this parched landscape you'll find me; Armed with a flaming sword awakening the Deadlights rising with the Morning Star for I have become the War The ghosts beneath our feet retract a release from the darkness cometh! Like an all consuming fire hunting its elusive prey Arm the flaming swords; Awaken the Deadlights Rise, Morning Star! For We have become the War Arm the flaming swords; Awaken the Deadlights

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

As armoured serpents prowl leeching from the vulnerable ones through subterrannean paths in the kingdom of sewers The venomous hosts parade displaying a smorgasbord of illnesses skeletons beneath dust piles rejuvenate On their breath: the waste of moths blood spiralling in retrograde, into collapsed veins what have I awoken, what have I invoked? GLEAMT THE MANIC MONSTER SHINING THROUGH BLOODSTONE FISSURES HEAR THE JACKALS GATHER HOWLING THEIR BLOODSOAKED VISIONS Pernicious thoughts ravage my mind, how soon before it takes action? While murderous waves flood my sight... the velvet shroud descends... Less than refuse addicted, I can't stop breathing in your sweet suffering smearing bitterness across your skin the embodiment of refusal Dancing backwards in the waiting room embrace the reversal of joyfulness clambering through chasms of distended despair the velvet shroud descends... I can't control what reigns me, I am the snake inside me! Obscene as cancer, upon innocent tongues. A phantom presence is always on haunt to get its claws upon my flesh and bone Monstrous and merciless the vulture may strike When the dusk of the soul pulls me deeper in the night I can't control what reigns me, I am the snake inside me! Convicted, or condemned? the velvet shroud descends...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Re-igniting the flames of the past, as my eyesight is darkening such a beautiful life, is it not? A burden I never chose to bear... hear the echoing drone of the dull, as my eyesight is darkening, winter birds throw themselves from the sky, autumn leaves stacked like graves just unearthed, waiting for a new life to be birthed, such a beautiful world, is it not? Vines hanging from forest canopies, descending like nooses from the trees.. like nooses from the trees, an adoration only one escape is not to breathe, only one way trains leave from this station, and the dead they may sing sing with elation, ...gaining such little warmth from the sun, as it dimly reflects from the moon, in the fear of complete solitude, in the fear of a life isolated, someone's sweet caress never to come gaining such little warmth from the sun... With every friendship, there's another foe With every tombstone, there's another birth In every dewfall, there's another cold In every daybreak, I'm getting so old, so old and the night descends like another nail into the casket, waiting in a forgotten wasteland. Never to be found.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The dark and restless mills procreate Cauldrons manufacture latent chemiclouds, in the doldrums To create a noxious membrane, for the leaden athmosphere to swell A veil of ashen wings obscures the ghost of the sun At the hand of malediction Forged by hosts, intent on extinction... The battledrum of oiltanks resounds through armouries In secluded depths of a stagnating sea A tortured vacation Through corroded framework Staring through spiderwebs of napalm aflame Scarab munitions in felled pylon forests Clambering beneath the rootwork of bane, Venomous hosts parade, in conflagration Below the septic stratosphere, That chokes the dead starless sky... Mercurion termites erupt from chromesoil Ravaging a land in plague From the infertile dungeons to the wasteland above scavenging the wold endlessly Acerbic aphids rain upon the scorched city (We are the) mis-shapen miscreants collapsed At the Great Altar Of Decay... A cavernous haunt, dried up as the lakes As ionization towers stir the clouds With fervent wings of corrosive fate A hail of digital sparks, racing through blinding passageways Upon the winds of incendiarism, rideth a carriage of abrasive pains

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Skydragons 'neath mooncrescent trails through thermosphere Sanguine threads of the universe, presents auroral blaze striking blades of piercing light through dismal greys of ash and fog distant Andromeda retracts on star and wave burst into aether lumeniferous decline Iapetus blinks a pending extinction as light and dark sides oscillate Fomalhaut, our guiding star flickering upon its wand'ring lead... APOPHIS: Fires storm the moon... as Luna leaves her orbit and slips into the grey... the great dead distance For the light that now reaches us has long been extinguished as the universe is gasping, and fading the cold, emptied, shelled frameworks of the nebulous orbs gliding like smoldering embers in the spiritless void all that is left is the ghostly echoing dirges of failed stars carried in the dust from cosmic winds to our deaf sphere hanging in the heavens; effaced flickering upon its wand'ring lead... APOPHIS: Fires storm the moon... as Luna leaves her orbit and slips into the grey... the great dead distance TOUTATIS: I Have Come From The Stars, and to the Stars I Shall Return

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Sword aflame! In the caves I'll be dwelling, dreading the light the ravens will feed me, the river will bring me might In the Kerith Ravine that lies to the east when the well becomes dust and a dry fallen leaf A diet of sticks brought from dying widows as an insect army writhing in its death throes To the house that fell ill but revived its Son: may the clouds radiant bring their rain... Beneath the caverns of phosphorescence in the streams of black inferno lurk the disfigured cadaverous ones in the fathomless depths of the bleak Sharing love and lament flaunting gifts on death row I'll commune with those bored of existence assigned and commissioned to the Highest Order of Black Holes The Order of Black Holes When chaos comes to claim its offspring I'll arm the flaming swords! So chaos, come forth and claim your children... CHAOS COME AND CLAIM YOUR CHILDREN

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

The charcoal haze at 3 a.m and the humming of cities in sleep distant sirens as violins cavort with the harps of the sea Figures drift past broken windows framed pictures stare in painless disfigurement freedom's breeze howling past in mockery here, reaching beyond reflections, into eroded essence; this reticent departure! The cruelest waves of white noise obstruct what is out of reach bells in the fog, the fog of static lament in disharmony... I am the phantom of this cold tower trafficking sentience through black hallways speaking to angels caressing the forgotten forever evading the pendulous blade

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

I held the keys, I saw the lock, Had every chance to throw open the gates You'd let me in, You'd let us in the hopes and visions in the mist and youthful dreams were inbetween the slipping grip of a shaken angels hands The temple of disaster held a grievance never aired We thought you saw the full moon, but all you saw was the crescent, every precious plan and mission cast to sacred ascent Behind the veil of opalescence was a setting sun Below the gleam of morning gold the pools of ebony grew How I sought oracle of the heavy dews to return you with every Arch Of Rain... only to grasp the light again Until our colours fade may the sky be stained and the wind scream out your name in your comet's trail the clarity of memory ghostdancing in the fields of fall Lights; blinding radiant a silhouette in graceful glow Resonating rays of summer gold yell from mountains to ravines above the frozen heights to lakes in wait now maybe we'll see, beyond... Mortality, in a kingdom, More vast than the cosmos How I sought oracle of the heavy dews to return you with every Arch Of Rain... only to grasp the light again Even faded sparks can light a thousand hearts Until our colours fade may the sky be stained and the wind scream out your name in your comet's trail (to grasp the light again) When you crashed to emptiness all the starry eyes you left in the eclipse for one who burned so pale Reaching the arch of rain grasping the light again

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Mis-shapen forms malign the horizon congregate; the hapless orphans of the soul crippled by silence yet woven together parading in the shadow of fear Standing in the halls of degeneration walls and marbled arches recapturing artifacts of our decrepit civilisation antiquated barracks in a funeral world The Watchtowers are documenting our downfall making sure every move is archived there's no motive to interrupt the power struggle apathetic ones who wait the course of time Chased around the streets caught in the crossfire targeted by hostiles waiting behind the stones... On the ground evading the helicopters flying through the fog of our burning skin arterial blood in the mortar human suffering linked to the monarchs throne Broken transmissions glitch through tumultuous wet-wired abyss failed broadcasts of voiceless breath trailing after distant flares pilot lights are the radar eyes hovering above the junkyard automatons raging through the dismal emptiness cavorting in a state of disrepair We've been chased around the streets caught in the crossfire targeted by hostiles waiting behind the stones... In a stronghold of iron and steel leering atop the cliffs industrial angels with ashen halos peer into a void of life's emptied orifice Dreams into dust surrounded by cold towers firelight in window eyes pierce into my body Breaching the borders of abandoned cities occupying deadzones and expanding ground zero poised to create our own imprisonment though fires still burn in the window's eye... Futile is the fight of a forgotten ideal A feast upon static beneath the commotion deafened by revolving white noise loquacity reported to an empire of erratic execution discarded in chambers beyond clandestine gates Chased around the streets caught in the crossfire targeted by hostiles waiting behind the stones... In a stronghold of iron and steel leering atop the cliffs industrial angels with ashen halos peer into a void of life's emptied orifice

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

See us stand mesmerised? No! Orange limbs on parade soaked in red light In the court of Cain's disciples backs adorned with golden knives I see them dancing with the dead, forcing smiles and covering flesh with paint Yes! They rot! Yes, they are decomposing! Let the sewers open the gaping mouth of great seduction Sorry, I ain't that victim! You nameless slaves to hedonism; You're cowering in your dreams as you drown in your own liquids Feather boas on dressed up snakes piercing hearts with a poisoned stake glitters fly into the nightsky brown noses lined with white narrated by ten thousand lights... and endless shrieks through the night Toxaemia inbuilt to erroneous bloodlines. The energies in my mind are frothing chemicals, septic slime! Sketching out amidst the invisible torturers that fly upon the fossilised air constructed in the terminal lairs... The Sewersaints are preaching virulent destinies in Refuse Cloisters echoing venereal prophecy Dystopian terrains, masked with decadent sounds lurking in silence are the nanotech feeding grounds! Sorry, I ain't that victim! You nameless slaves to hedonism; You're cowering in your dreams as you drown in your own liquids Reports through tormented wires to the terrible squadrons motorized to terminate an expendable mass with no spirit left to fight Surplus denizens, exceeding capacity spiritless disciples of maniacal machinery Through our weaknesses the conscience is seared to a world unfolding lunatic nightmares

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

In the night I spoke your name in a whisper you replied with a thundering animosity it was so intense I couldn't hear... will you please come again Ears rupturing at the message such a heavy blessing, it almost cursed My blood expelled from my weakening veins will you accept my hollow shell, attacked by the inane. Never wanted to match your splendor a thought so unfathomable, laughter and tears in the same motion this jester has left your courts for a short while, proved to be far too long Will you accept my hollow shell attacked by the inane rotten scowls of impiety virtue taken as hoax cackling beneath the shelter of disguise so deadly.... Trickery through false emotion, witchcraft by flattery lights are dimmed, and candles they burn... This spark will fade in the end.. This spark is fading... Haze...wax like tears pools of paraffin reflecting a dying light teasing the darkness to conquer.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025