Into Oblivion

Shadowed presence infiltrates the streets Vortexes of chaos open At random intervals they unleash their power Through dark ritual Incantations against the light The demons rise to feast Blinded, cancelled eyes ignore it Mindlessly pursuing their own deaths Soon they will be soulless The fire that dimmed in their brains Now dims in their spirit They suck the waters dry Blacken the ground Yet still the fire dims Smothered, dying in gluttony No truths illuminated, no sky left open Calculating brains yet cancelled minds The demons lie in wait… To consume Hymns are sung To invoke an age of strength For both demons and the soulless Careen forward INTO OBLIVION Where power lies Where death lies Where Will rules eternally And we will die or flourish And the minds and souls that know not the Will Will meet their ends Obliviated Blessed Oblivion We Invoke Thee Eternity itself for us to explore, Rule, And surrender ourselves unto If we cast aside all and embrace Oblivion Strip aside all armor and embrace Oblivion Descend, Oblivion Descend, Oblivion Descend, Oblivion

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Born in the heat of violence Of senseless bloodshed and strife War is my mother The sword is my father There is no reason Slaughter those who oppose Our way of thought They will taste my blade Dishonorable Reaper! Ungrateful collector of souls! Vultures and asps will feed for eons to come Never to hunger or thirst For decayed flesh whets the palate And blood quenches thirst. Those felled by my blade Have tasted my wrath The blood on my chest will fade Badges of blood lust and rage Wielder of hate! Passer of judgment! It is too late Another death-seed planted To continue the function of the father.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Though trained in mind and body, the corpse walks without aim, Bereft of direction, save that of the moral phallus, Which waves from far away, reminding him that his fight is just. As the bullets fly onwards and earth heaves upwards from combustion, The carefully gilded veneer covers a mind bent on survival. No gold leaf can cover this: To survive is to eliminate them. Verily, the directionless sicken me, And from birth I was taught to fear the Stormcrow. Why then does my mind tug towards the heaving of earth and the falling of flesh? A question for another time, for truly this is the reward of all pretense. Desolation reigns in part, waiting eagerly for the next patch of life to be obliterated. The sword falls and the rifle rises, in both implement and bearer. The time of cowardice is nigh. Bloody, corpse-ridden cowardice, from whence the soul stinks earthwards.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Imploded and collapsed illusions Torn from hedonism’s path Ripped and sundered from compassion’s soliloquy Away from sympathy Exploded from collisions with reality Taken on unknown trails through the dark Lost among paths attractive and terrible No true way to be found Culmination Arrival at a sepulcher within a graveyard so gray The chilling fog enveloping the headstones of the dead Charnel houses all around Misty, majestic, as that very thought sickens me Majesty and honor in death and suffering Grand sickness of inversion My pools of vomit sullying this place And I cried as I had sullied this newfound beauty Why must the fog fall so gently, And fill me with horror that I cannot deny my love for? The deaths surrounding me Melting falsities into a tormenting pool I was tempted once more by the lights outside The sepulchre Beauty and day Curse this darkness I retreated from it Lost once more amongst paths I dare not speak of Time itself drained among these swathes through Existence Innumerable years irretrievable Never to be lived again All forgotten in the shallowest of light The return to the sepulchre Clothed in wisdom’s lead vestments But lightened by this return Wisdom seemed not so heavy I saw my path as clear as day In the blackened, charnel-housed sepulcher And onward I tread this path

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Returning to the place of my tribulation with curiosity, I glance anew at the sepulcher, Knowing now that there is more than I ever perceived There to be, As knowledge awakes in it’s all consuming thirst once More. Slashing so that blood may flow free, Scarring to bend the flesh to my will, Spending days un-sustained, All the while gazing at the tombstones and mausoleums. Away from the world while a challenge awaits me here: Myself! Submit to me, weak flesh, for I shall make something of You! Weeks in a state that the unknowing would question, And verily call me insane, While I sought for knowledge among scars, blood, and Stone. While I purged through pain to seek sanity that others Could not venture unto. Through the blood then, A portal appeared, And gazing into it I saw Oblivion. Possibility in every shade of darkness and light, A whole world to be molded in my hands! Once more I cried for my flesh to submit to my will, And I blazed through unto the vortex. “Cast Aside All Armour and Embrace Oblivion” The words echoed in my form. Corporality lost, I went through eternities. Time and time again, I envisioned the wisdom and might of ages passed, And with furor and rage gazed at the pitiful portrait of my Own time What had we done? Rested on the laurels of others. What had we made? Conveniences, not greatness. What had we felt? No true love, no true hate. What were we? Slaves not heroes. The music of idiots, the pleasure of fools, The knowledge of machines, and the power of nothing. The rage began to mix with another feeling: Joy! I may mold my own time to greatness, Though my very form be extinguished in it’s doing. I knew then, I must return to corporality, And remake this world If in burning it must be, Then burn the world shall, And shall the flames never cease until the world is Renewed, To be flamed and grown in infinite cycles of time! Reluctant to leave things which I could never describe in Speech, I raced back with blends of joy in saving, And sorrow in leaving. Glancing through this infinity, I then saw a sight wondrous. Others, imbued with the same power that I had gained, Ones of wisdom and power, hard gained as my own. In this moment, I knew triumph should be, and would be, Had.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

This beautiful ocean of blood and ruins before us Let there be more Ruin, ruin, descend upon this people Die in your own pitiful consequences Sheep, evolve, or die leaderless as you could never Lead yourselves Mountains of your own kind fall upon you Perish utterly, die in utter ruin Our chanting, our incantations, our rituals, our love for This Propels the ruin further Burn it all, let the ashes be the foundation for a new World Reveling in the destruction of this one I hear the beautiful trumpets of war Explosions to bring their temples of decadence to Naught Factories that destroy life, destroying the soul Towers of the parasitic ones Topple down upon the hives of sheep Tyrannical parasite and host united in death’s eternal Embrace United in the ash and rubble Their gold means naught Symbols of the now rotting leech Throw it to the fires as well Cancelled, decadent, and dull minds watch and drool As the fireball extinguishes them More ash for the futures to come A bullet, a bomb, an earthquake A vortex of wind, a flood of rain A deluge of flames For every dwelling Of every sheep And every leech Their gods of gold and plastic Melt into pools which the worshippers suffer in Skin to muscle, torment Muscle to skeleton, death Skeleton to ash, our orgiastic pleasure Birth out of destruction To the horizon we fly Over their useless corpses

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The forest retakes the ruins Stone cities lie dead Life’s force flows again once more As mountains break the cavities Drilled within Rivers flow once more with might The forests grow over the ruins of roads That led nowhere In man’s great folly Rejoice! The old generation has died Parasites cleansed We, who have survived Survived only by the grace Of the Earth The soil which has not betrayed Those who have not broken faith with it The cancelled eyes and darkened minds Died in torrents of rain and thunder In plagues, in Tremors Of war And of themselves No gold, no electronic dreamworld illusions, no social Status, no soulless machine No ruler could ever have saved them from that From their own corrupted spirit Their carcasses littered the world More useful dead, as life itself consumed them They, who possessed no greater love for it The wolves took them, and lovingly fed them to their Pups And the wolves grow strong For every month, at night They howl at the full moon, unafraid, and fearsome And we, who have not only survived, but thrived Stand, by this marvel overthrown And we gather around the fire As we stand in its entrancing smoke We grow stronger, as the cycle returns to order Oblivion our gate, we shall fly, Towards the heavens, not above the earth, but within To the boundaries that will not exist, when we get there Come demons! Come angels! Let those with fire burn bright and illuminate the earth! I answer the beckoning flames even to charring the flesh For fire shall be my law, the destroyer and creator, Restorer Away with ages past, pass away linearity, the journey is Now the goal!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

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Wearisome feet tread onward from the innate journey, As muscle, bone, and viscera are transformed by inner will, Through will's realization of stellar connections, As abstract calculations manifest. All possibilities and outcomes of all journeys race by, While the will screams for more and yet is unsatisfied, Projecting energy to race even further, Even to ruin. Oblivion becomes no mere entity, As I disappear, and the finger looks within to gain knowledge of the hand. The Throne in The Void is empty, for Oblivion is no single thing, No rotting emperor over disintegrating lands. Will alone, ever-exceeding will, propelling eternal growth through a desire, For triumph over itself, for nothing else is. Birth and decay mere cycles to fuel the ever stronger beating pulse, All lives and dies within. Among the racing concepts, severed lines emerge, Forming a forest of emptiness and visions of grandeur unrealized. Severed by Oblivion, dead arms and legs of the infinite-limbed reality, Useless attached, rotting severed. Revelry in wisdom-brought insanity, bloodlust of a rage and joy unknown, Sorrow has no place here, nor mercy, for rotting and dead limbs generate insects. Through flesh piles, all indecision and burden is released, while the gaze turns once more, To the infinite stream of journeys, with pits, mountains, and oceans, Ready for conquest, for Oblivion's war is truth and growth.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025