Tiamtü

Holy! The sacred names on lips of fire Praised and invoked by each blessed prana In eternity worshipped by the god-forms Holy! Inebriated by compassion and cruelty alike Thou Shadow, join my transition to this burning place of aggresion. of Power and Perversion Sacred diversion Holy! From here I direct my bhakti to Naught With each vital organ trembling At the sound of my vibrating prayer of Death Holy! Burning in frenzy I raise my voice Turning in for each limb, each dark Name of Power I summon, I chant, I pray for Salvation Lifeless Redemption I burn, and I burn, and I burn with devotion Death Inebriation Pralaya Divine Withdrawal to Ain Ve'erastich li l'eolahm Tehôm Ve'erastich li be'emunah Veyadaath et Ain Ascending the cosmic structure Beyond gods forgotten and sacrament lost Such zealotry never witnessed By angels nor demons, by gods nor by men Barchu et Mehûmah hamvorach Baruch Tehôm hamovorach Le'olahm va'ed Amen Greeting the Fiery Serpents of Nephtys Scorch, spear, chain and sword By which I am tortured to Death bliss Still I aspire unto the highest Lord... Holy Chaos!!! Pralaya Divine Withdrawal to Ain I curse this place, and it blesses me thrice I crush this temple. and in three days it is raised again From the ashes of the whores that pull me back In Vain For my seed still runs from their mouths As a mark that I ever existed In Vain

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

...And into the corners of what is known and in order You shall carry my voice To awaken the Watery Serpent of Chaos To swallow this world For I am Death... Disturbed in it's holy peace Life taken from Death Blood that is stirred in to butter An image turned hostile Shatter this mirror from which it mocks Thee Misgrown diversity Flaunting perversity Vain existance where existance is Naught Godless adversity Broken Unity Dividing the None into One And the One into countless numbers Slay them... A countenance deformed, the grinning enemy Waiting but to die The None wants you back For you are of me, and I am Death... Aeons in perpetual rape and lament Receive my deliverance Welcome my redemption For I am joy, I am Death... Join me... Die!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

I behold the infernal depth of the rootless root In a constant flur of a qliphotic mortificaton The endless pleroma mirroreth as the gate of Chaos opens Ande the sparkless spark of divine light shines in the abyss The structure of the Absolute revealeth Wonders of the past and what is yet to come As Marah's legs are spread Ande the divine Word vibrated in the Womb Beyond the eyeless Daath Leaving the triads underneath I ascend the eleventh path To become immortality and Death I emerge from Sithra Achra And acknowledge the many natures of Understanding In violent rituals of the most inpure eroticism I seek to drown myself in the sterile Waters of Death Where is movement, there is life that must die Gather every limb near the heartbeat of Death In a joint pilgrimage to the Womb of it All Prasie ye Death with passion for Nothing is holy Their Kingdom was already mine Now I am crowned I am He that is, and is Not I am the One, I am none

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

In the balance of unbalance Cool waves of oppression Soothing the chaos That has left me hungry for Death Deep satanic madness Driven beyond every point Driven in flesh and mind Sanctified in tortured Blissful naked clarity Shameless pride Blessed blackest purity Life aside Chaos! In the balance of unbalance Swallow this heart O Lord Remove all that is human Put aside all that is weak For the beast is hungry O Lord And the curse is present O Lord Following my footsteps It will not rest until I die In the balance of unbalance I turn to the forbidden And pray to the Chaos beyond The dot within the circle undone Where the earth is yet formless and void And life unthinkable Where the waters are sterile and black And the Berashith gone

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

"I am the spirit that denies And justly so: for all things from the Void Called forth, Deserve to be destroyed. Twere better, then, were naught created. Thus, all which you as Sin have rated- Destruction-aught with Evil blent- That is my proper element."

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

I direct and I behold... The golden light descends at Will Veil of restriction unfold... Holy, silent and still I am, thou art, in extension... Grant me the vision of thy chosen few the strenght of a Devourer Very god of very god born anew All-absorber, all-deflowerer nothing is in extension... And I beheld and I saw The selfless self dwelled within and struggled Mehûmâh Ever Seeking, ever searching through the deepest Mummu to descend in emanation through wombs of shining with radiance of their serpent, of their death and other seals, secrets to me yet unknown seals of splendour, seals of great mystery Still, a vain effort was the search for the primum mobile encountered the vast Têhom, not through effort but by will Be my prophet, O new-born that is the root of heavenly fire Illuminated, pure and anointed In all aspects like unto god... ...in extension... And Behold I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep yes, the ancient serpent of chaos in all it's horrid glory, raging relentlessly at the fire that had become the self being slain... and born again naught in extension...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

At the edge of the sword The Serpent of Wisdom raises its head Proudly gazing at the lightning flash The Path upon which it must ascend Opening the Gate of Death And piercing the foundation Into thought and emotion Through the very god that was sacrificed Into severity and even into mercy Being ever mindful Lest the abyss of knowledge devoures the ungrounded Where one serpent's head is crushed by the waters the other is that of wisdom ready to become God Ready to cry Eheieh Asher Eheieh Iam what Iam Returning to the eternal Night of the Gods

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025