The Ichneumon Method (And Less Welcome Techniques)

Obey me! They sit alone on the edge of reason Maleficent in their glory Walking barren wastelands The 13 desolate and cold Leering from the black abyss Ever tearing to their goal A million screaming voices Vile ambitions surge tenfold The stars are screaming loud The blind idiot god stumbles A mind giving way Gnashing worms from the other side of shadows And in the centre of everything... The swirling nuclear chaos The children of the dead sun The rejoicing damned The 13 blessed helix Marching from myth to megalomania... Elite surgical supremacy Shadow lords of the bio circuits Prophets of chaos Messiahs to the Shaggai Dispensing erotic genocide Progeny of Nyarlathotep The universe is crumbling to dust The atoms themselves are coming apart The weak flesh withers and dies Nail and tooth, token trophies But through it all, a beacon of light A homing signal at the end of infinity A dulcet torch pierces Mechanikanna's excrement The single tri-lobed eye... Piping daemonium flutes The madness at the centre of everything And it swells through the gate of nothingness Time itself has died

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(Intro speech:) Cygnus X-1 was discovered as an X-ray source 30 years ago This binary system, distant of 2.5 kpc, consists of the O9.7 Iab type Supergiant HDE 22 and a compact object orbiting around with a period of 5.6 days. The mass of the unseen companion, significantly Larger then 5 solar masses, suggests that it is a black hole. Focused wind accretion from a primary star being extremely close to Filling the Roche lobe drives the powerful source of the X-ray radiation. Cygnus X-1 is one of the brightest X-ray sources in the sky Fall........... Seasons of crippling pain as I walk the corridors of hell A disturbing contortion of the mind revered Unending hypocrisy when faith removes your eyes Fall.......... Stretch your fingertips and feel the barbed shell of your prison Huddle freezing on the immaculate steps to my temple Which lead in (intertwining) spirals to your nightmares Burn the havens that justify the light And watch the smoke invite the shadows in Shadows so deep they are infinite chasms The foetid jaws of hell A mummified god clinging like a parasite To an earth that pathetically complies Shall be swallowed by that gaping maw All that lives shall die Fall and fall again into the horrific maze of your undoing To me it is a reflection of my supremacy

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I wear the crown of razor-thorns above tangled, twitching cables Protruding from a bloodstained mouth wide in soundless agony I, wreathed in tortured wires in the displaced gulf Scorched hand gnarled around spheres of collapsing time Pitiable fragments of war-ravaged cities creep behind horizons Clawing through the toxic fumes and pits of atrophied hope Humanity flees into sewers infested with seething terrors Poisoned herds digested by an aeon of stagnation I see nothing but the vastness of the envenomed stars I scream towards The transitional suns in a dilating reality I've seen everything but the vacuum of infinity I'm the one who trampled glass into God's grave of filth Beneath the crumbling relics of the machinated empire The unsullied throne becomes the pestilential tomb Voices without mouths shriek words without expression Minds without matter writhe in formless, wretched hunger We are the life after death We are the nightmare suspension We are the cultivated hell around the transforming relic The AXIS OF PERDITION It's post-human stellar beauty of the coldest sphere It's the entrancing glare of an imploding world It's black hole noise, whispers of singularity Subsonic star-choir on the astral frequency It's the volatile retort of the chaos contortion It's the nightmare desynchrony of the dying god It's realities torn away in planetary rape It's the gift of unspoken cycles This is it......This is the end of time!

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Resurrected.... Awakened to an earth unrecognisable and ruined Emerging from the fractured chambers of surrealism Searchlights cast beams into a blackened cityscape Through skyscrapers thrown down the horrors stalk This is the God deconstruction field Where scorched planets floating aimlessly Are more insignificant than dust motes Orbiting my baleful outstretched fist Exacerbated madness of the chaotic abyss Beneath continent-sized slabs of sentient machinery Smoke-veiled mechanised Charcaroth Rears its clustered jaws I stare at your feeble world from the far side of the apocalypse Chaos fathered me now I guide it into your world Post-human abominations bow jerkily to my broken idol To the thunderous violating song of the inverse stars The stench grows more appalling as they draw near Dragging their festering, bloated carcasses with spindly arms Chittering incessantly from their many mouths Eyeless, pulsating vermin dripping their filth into foul waters A universe anathema to passivity and warmth Stretches creeping metallic tendrils to strangle time A malignant alien aeon eating its way towards you Eternal pounding and joyless disarray I died an iconoclast in chains and woke as a lifeless god Stillborn apotheosis to rule over war-torn ruination Misanthropic dawn My time...my reign...my tyranny!

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(Three dots indicates part of the phrase from the story is omitted in the song, and CAPS indicates italics in the King text) The blood of sunset had been replaced by the cool grey ashes of twilight. The deserted, decaying shops had given way to deserted, decaying warehouses. Her voice did not echo, but her footfalls seemed to. Overhead the sky was now purple. It might have been some distorting effect of the twilight, or her own exhaustion, but the warehouses seemed to lean hungrily over the road. The windows, caked with the dirt of decades---of centuries, perhaps---seemed to be staring at her. And the names on the signboards became progressively stranger, even lunatic, at the very least, unpronounceable. The vowels were in the wrong places, and the consonants had been strung together in a way that would make it impossible for any human tongue to get around them. "CTHULHU KRYON," read one. "YOGSOGGOTH" read another. "R'YELEH;" "NYARLAHOTEP." She was in the grip of a terrible, bone-rattling fear, a fear so great she would not have believed a human being could endure it without going mad or dropping dead. It was impossible for her to articulate her fear except in one way, and even this, she said, only began to bridge the gulf which had opened her mind and heart. She said it was as if she were no longer on earth but on a different planet, a place so alien that the human mind could not even begin to comprehend it. The ANGLES seemed different, she said. The COLOURS seemed different. The....but it was hopeless The stars were out, but they were not HER stars...these were crazed stars and lunatic constellations... The street began to move then. The cobbles began to undulate like a carpet. They rose and fell, rose and fell. The tram tracks came loose and flew into the air---and then the cobbles themselves began to come loose, one by one at first, then in bunches. They just flew off into the darkness. There was a tearing sound when they came loose, a grinding, tearing sound....the way an earthquake must sound. And---something started to COME THROUGH.... Tentacles....and there were pink things like suckers...except sometimes they looked like faces....and all of them were in agony. Below them, in the darkness underneath the street---in the darkness BENEATH---there was something else. Something like EYES...

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Join me here where the stark trees whirl their shadows in the nuclear winds Under bloated, acid-stained clouds collapsing in upon themselves I have clambered through the chains that mask my prison to witness The effigies of dead earth that symbolise your gods are crumbling I saw how toxic and poisoned life became in that stench-ridden dark I am the first of its spawn to crawl distorted and free out of the filth Where the shadows wove a veil for that which slithers through charnel warrens Where your herd means nothing in awe of our ravenous hive Devour, blind and twitching young of the chain-linked shadows.... The feeding frenzy ends when nightmare propagates a soul Now we revel in the secretive confluence of abominations A face stretched to accommodate its malice Devouring the grotesque dancers with its eyes Scribing its name in the pit of excrescence with malformed hands Learning how to writhe inside its messy skin grafts Eating towards the surface in a foul swathe of dripping air Malignant one, skin ripping the world A distorted crown of bones is worn as a blindfold By the contorted avatar, trembling in excitement Slug-like and repellent in undeserved splendour Consummate priest of the void betrayed by eloquence Devour, blind and twitching young of the chain-linked Screen....the shadows.... He...chaos that crawls spider-like through its abyss....

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"Daddy, help me Daddy, where are you?" Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror The incoherent howling in the untamed void Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke ...Skin-graft ugliness... ...Implacable gaze... ...Towering disdain... ...Insectile grimace... ...Talons stretched... ...Muscles taught... ...Burning scars... ...Waiting to be born... Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity Stirring the convulsions of its puppets Stapled down and force fed misanthropy Cavorting primitive playthings Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven Eagerly devouring our own minds Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth) Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them) In the filth stained underpass we wait Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality Empty minds waiting to create pain Waiting to be born And dying you (?) (?) Initiates to the belief that you are not immune to the earth You know that you are not alone You're own (?) (?) and (?) Our whole world, everything we see as nice and normal, and sane, might be like a big leather bowl filled with air. Only in some places, the leather scuffed almost down to nothing, places where the barriers are thinner. Wouldn't it be a day if the rest of that leather between us and what's on the inside of that bowl just rubbed away?

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026

(Note: not all of these featured in the final song) I, wide asleep at 00:13 or so it seems As my eyes roll back to inspect the optic nerves The walls breathe with my exhalation Disgorging our insects to unravel your world My skin attempts to flee A technological trail of vomit, blood and sperm Snakes toward the rotten core Maggots swaying to the rhythm of the universe Tear my fingernails out from their tombs Underversal architecture unfolding The sky is pooling on the floor A star or two screams abuse at my face Reach down and pluck a thorn from my side The placenta next to her upon the floor Incapacitated? A naked thought, incandesant and burning Primal like the sun, nuclear Will power beaten into submission Instinct rise in domination The insects are gathering to watch intensively Creator of maggots rises, writhing and spitting Pulls me down and in Burrow into rotten flesh, vomiting and twisted in ecstasy Teasing amplitudes of nothingness Spun from the unreality chambers I visualise deconstruction as the paramount of my fears Who was this place? Interjections of god, trapped in its own creation The unbeliever reels Intelligent equations decimate divinity Formulated infusions of horror Peering in they are pleased The torment of the individual Their weapon of mass destruction is the creation of new paradigms No one saw it coming save the sightless messiah And who gave it credence? Who stopped to pay attention to a warning of cataclysm No one And now the end is here and no more cards can be played You have no one to blame but yourselves for your weak hand No one

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026