Sorrow Infinite and Darkness

I AM the Child of Silence I AM the surrounding of the four I shall bring forth a universe of Darkenss I AM War Lift your heads my Father goes forth to judge the world no man can hide fom my Fathers eye in the Day of Judegment of my God until the Book be opened until the hour sound until the voice vibrate until it pierce my Depth no hope no god no resurrection no end I fall

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

a sky of darkness covered with stars of gold angel wings hide all heaven the terror of God upon mankind in Skies tremble Aires fall let the Sons of Earth keep silence for my Name become as that to death cursed be the earth for her iniquity is great let Your Mercy be lost open your etes of Flame and Light upon the wicked I have conqured but pain sorrow and infinite and darkness are invoked mother unveiled herself sister violated herself the World is desert and motion is ended for ever

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Who are you that would penetrate the mystery it is hidden unto the end of time Sorrow is not save in the darkness of the womb by whom evil came time is not save the darkness of the womb of her by whom in the aeon of my father there is no sound nor silence in the aeon of my father there is neither life of death in the aeon of my father is a god with clasped hands wherein he holds the universe crushing it into the dust that you call stars and whoso has power to break open the sapphire stone shall find therein four elephants upon whose backs are castles those castles which you call the watch-towers of the universe

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

daughter of Nuit lady of the stars the Bride of them that are vowed unto loneliness she has the moon for a crest and it is blazoned on her heart she walks curced in silver the queen of all them that dwell in Heaven the queen of all that are pure upon earth the queen of all that sorceres of hell blaspheme her then suffer knowing her for she is cold as your are cold and she burns with your fire

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

there is a pentagram and now the stone is gone the whole heaven is black the blackness of a mighty angel his face and his wings and his rove and his armour all black blow all your trumpets for I will loose my hands from the mouth of the lion and his roaring shall enkindle the worlds I am he that swallowed up death and victory like the ash of dried leaves the worlds are blown before me let the stars burn in the fire of my nostrils let the god and the spirits and the demons and the angels be as motes dancing in the beam of my eye is is hell unquenchable bondslave of the curse we give nothing we take all

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

my teeth are letters of the reverberating name my tongue is a pillar of fire and from the glands of my mouth arise four pillars of water blow all your trumpets for I will loose my hands from the mouth of the lion and his roaring shall enkindle the world I am the that swallowed up death and victory like the ash of dried leaves the worlds are blown before me let the stars burn in the fire of my nostrils let the gods and the spirits and the demons and the angles be as motes dancing in the beam of my eye it is hell unquencheable bondslaves of the cursed we give nothing we take all

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

come away out chariot is drawn by doves of mother-of-pearl and ivory is our chariot and the reins therefore are the heart-strings of men come away every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon and every place on which we rest there shall be a young universe rejocing in it's strenght and we shall flee away comforted come away the price of the journey is little though is's bane be death and you shall die to all that you fear and hope and hate and love and thing and are

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

behold the mystery of toil O you who are taken in the toils of mystery the spade of the husbandman is the sceptre of the king at the end of labour is the power of labour I disport myself in the ruins of Eden ecen as Leviathan in the false sea and the sorrow that blackens your heart is the myriad deaths by shick I am renewd behold the mystery of toil O you who are takes in the toils of mystery all the heavens beneath me they serve me they are my fields and my gardens and my orchards and pastures my blood is wine and my breath the fire of madness i life myselfe above the crown of the yod I swin in the inviolate fountain glory unto the Rose and the Cross for the cross is extended unto the uttermost end beyond space and time being and knowledge and delight glory unto the Rose that is the minute point of this center she is Nuit the circumference of all and glory unto the Cross that is the heart of the Rose behold the mystery of toil O you who are takes in the toils of mystery the whirlings of the universe are but the course of the blood in my heart and its variety but my divers hairs that shick I think to be myself is but infinite number the change which you lament is the life of my rejoicing the instability which makes your fear is the waverings of balance by which I am assured

Rejoice with me O you Sons of the morning gather yourself up upon me and we shall play togheter in the fields of light I have gone forth to war and slain him that sat upon the sea crowned with the winds I opend my eye and dissolved the universe I put forth my power and he was broken I gaze into the seven spaces and there is naught rejoice with me for you are born intro the new Aeon you shall not suffer death

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

absolut emptiness no colour no form no substance it is form me that all this desilation proceeds so it has been ever so must it ever be from me pour down the fires of life continually uponm the earth from me flow down the river of water oil and me therefor am I lonely and horrible upon this unprofitable throne I am the who was befor the beginning and in my desolation I cried aloud saying let me behold the conutenace in the concave of the abyss it was black and empty and distored that was (once) invisible and pure so it has been ever so must i ever be from me comes forth the wind that beares the seed of all upon it's bosom from me comes forth the earth in her unspeakable variety all comes from me naught comes to me I am lonely and horrible upon his throne

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025