The Womb of the World

Fathered by stars Mothered by seas The womb of the world Beckons their child home Caligo Caligo Come! To the vigil of the sun At its meeting with the moon Beneath the world's open tomb It falls beyond the desperate lunge of all sagacious reason That the sacral sons and daughters of stars Shun the brilliant sight of the naked light's numen Do not long to feel anything, anything more than human Beware oh wanderer of treacherous tongues Salivant sophistries for the feeble, lost and young The silent stars shriek, heed the sign For the tongue of the abyss spells a warning divine Oblivion is the breed of fatuity Hubris and fear If eternal becomes ephemeral When does the last ripple disappear? Caligo Land of drowned light Of nescient bliss Heart of the abyss Amongst the gaping graves of stellar kings and queens Hang a billion blackened shards of shattered dreams In the brilliant sight of the naked night's lumen How we longed to feel anything, anything more than human Dreamers, devotees Buried suns Honour your blood Daughters Sons Come Come The eternal night echoes with the laughter of chaos Here, as the craven cower At the edge of the world as the 13th hour The fruits of madness will never sour Here, at the binding of timeless and time Of human and sublime Where the chord of man and sky and sea Forms an endless dissonant threnody A symphony silenced and scarred Alas, we've forgotten the stars The night sings on and on and on But we've stifled and slighted it's song The laughter of chaos will ring on and on and on and on and on Long after our last ripple has gone Praying with these final breaths That we should so shine centuries after death Immolation echoing across sable skies Destroying themselves to appear truly alive Here, at the binding of timeless and time With daylight long devoured At the peak of this ebony tower The fruits of madness will never sour So spoke the silent stars Follow your restless blood Dreamers Daughters Sons Caligo dwellers Come Come To the vigil of the sun At its meeting with the moon Over the world's open tomb Come Come

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

I am claw fallow one The thin ice of the grave The mirror that you cannot see beyond The life you cannot save The mirage of the sea Sepulcher of frozen screams His pupils cast black deceit Her truth the fetor of rotting meat Wrists of crusted saints, dry with mouths open A chamber to the inner eye of madness It smells of ancient lies, of corridors that slick With anointing oil, tricks and traps, ransom and kidnap Whispers to steal the hunger of youth And leave only the rustеd keys of doors long sealed shut Martyr to your art, fool who sees his own rеflection dancing with the past Beast you would be, if you swallow the key Indra wrath of the sea, will you set their spirits free? I possess the lightning, I collect their tears The float to me, pooling before my feet, dead calm Aspersion, gifts for my temple walls A shrine of mirrors trapped behind the verglas lies their true reflection Are your words silent? Tongueless? Cool and blue to my touch, whispering to the drowned I lure you home with the sirens song I have seen into your dreams child and the thin ice of the grave The mirror you cannot see beyond, the life you couldn't save Here, in the blood's inferno In the bitterness of each cell In the shudder of your nerves In those contrary prayers exhaled by hate Everywhere I make your horror my comfort Free, free, then what would you be, if you believe in me? Rapture, capture, claw to the bone under the mask The sky tears and the truth is sharp Jagged sliver of stars Slicing abeyance swallowing your cries Sipping at the melting corner of your misery The delusion of tranquility Beware the calm Serene beneath the lullaby of destruction Do you remember when we bathed in halcyon tears Indra come let me right your crooked crown You are weary from all the men you have drowned Sterile echoes, drop like an anchor Deep to the depths of something rotten The fear of being forgotten Their course is not yours You contemplate that passage, prisoner of a stupid perception The heart's void confronting time's Two mirrors, reflecting each other's absence One and the same image of nullity As though by the effect of a dreamy idiocy, everything is levelled No more peaks, no more plunges Where to locate the poetry of lies, the goad of an enigma? You shall know perdition as your shrine Each time life does not reveal itself as a miracle Each time the moment no longer moans in a supernatural shudder You shall kneel before its altar and kiss it's withered feet I am the mother of blessings and the master of curses I give you sight, how dare you envy the blind How dare you seek to unlearn ecstasy Feel in you the echo of time tearing itself apart It is not the miracle which determines our tradition and our substance But the void of a universe frustrated of its flames She picks her teeth with the icicles And offers the scraps of dead meat to the creatures beneath

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

To descend Triumphant, victorious Alone with the roar of a silence most glorious A perfect ending in fire In water, in air, in Earth Dissolution, deliverance Buried in the soil of our birth Perhaps then we could be still at last If the end is no mirage Just as we have stepped from the edge Of so many worlds We boldly stand at the cliffs of this Imbibing the whirling winds tortured shrieks and howls And the fervid breath of the waters rabid hiss Sculpted in bone Eternised in stone The womb of the world Beckons her child home As I grasp eternity in my palm Throbbing madness bears deathly calm Mark of a sorrowed spirit's grave Gift of it's primordial artist under the waves A summons to surrender our bones A summons to return the flesh we never owned A summons to repent and to atone Delirious dreamers who seek the gaze of stones Fathered by stars Mothered by seas Oh womb of the world Set your child free Murmuring memories of the moon To the sun and to the stones To the ancients, and the creatures And the pyres that feast on their bones To voyage home When the last pillar of sanity has fallen Under the moon and silent stars Above a monolith gazing at Mars The womb of the world Calls us to yield our throne To descend The purest way To crown the final day On the death of the sun's last ray As the sultry sighs of seas Whisper through the breasts of dreams Perhaps the vessels of future Could finally raise their masts If the winds of past Could just be still at last Here and nowhere, never and always Breathing in the memories held dear Ephemeral becomes eternal And the last ripple never disappears We leave our melodies with the waters And our spirits with the stones Our flesh with the creatures And the pyres that feast on their bones And voyage home When the last seal of sanctity has been scoured The last honour to receive its death To the swell we cast the flesh we never owned To the depths To it's throne To fall weary at their withered feet Our perilous pilgrimage finally complete And lovingly place her crown upon her head As the moon bleeds black, and the sun seeps red Deathless, restless Wandering golden shores Kindling the crimson spectres of sundown Here and nowhere, never and always For my voice will join the chorus Evermore, ever mourning Just as we have toppled from the edge of so many worlds We gladly step from the cliffs of this They shriek and howl no more, the whirling winds of past And the wild waters seem still at last Anamneses of ascent From star, to sea, to bone, to throne And now return To be eternised in stone The womb of the world Beckons her child home Perhaps now the seas can be still at last At the end, perhaps the seas can be still at last At the end, I beg the seas be still at last

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026