IN FLAMES We Trust: Volume I

Cre-age-aeon new beginnings held in infinite vacuum Biotronic test-worlds free of inscription devoid of the echoes of man noble cyborg savage In cold ceremonial perfection more radiant than the sum of suns with each and every attribute of animal, machine and man Dystopia Electro-Heart the grotesque and the linear took one final giant blow into the Ram of what is us In cold ceremonial perfection more radiant than the sun of suns with each and every attribute of animal, machine and man Installing awaiting the restoration of unsequenced chaos We've only seen the outlines of the beginning and this core, the slowly moving raptor will make the very notion of Hell seem celestial in comparison

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 11, 2025

I often dream of huge numb buildings jet-black sinister architecture being installed when nobody sees Their appearance so sudden that few would take notice And when I wake up I imagine being crushed by one imagining its weight its silence and the absence of excuses for a havoced life and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone Jotun A body of black that carried no reflection defying its own room un-earthly eggs of decreation There would be colonies mushroom-scattered forever out of context rising spores from a dying world to pollute to chase away what´s left Sun-white pulverised desert stone and serpentine lizard mouths Pales away the pyramids rewriting 4500 years of history raping the statue of liberty outplays the acropolis inverting the fjords invades the NY skyline to dream its own existence in one single final word Jotun Can we identify them as the flint buried in our reptile skulls or the time-bomb coded in our DNA

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 11, 2025

Egoism dictates human relation a world where fashion outshines morality here success is written in blood-red colors designed by the thirst for power Gather the faithful and propose a toast to the epoch of indifference An all to ordinary story with aftertaste so bitter forced to be someone I don´t want to be I´m losing myself, sinking deeper down I´m caught in the world wound web A time represented by the void an excuse without content stuck in the abyss of existence with a content void of excuse An all to ordinary story this is my story with an aftertaste so bitter Sinking deeper down I´m caught - I´m cage I´m gone

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 11, 2025

It's spinning, further deeper I know you're out to try me I'm not in this to be your slave push the dirt, make me feel Locate what swallows life then burn to be in our world And then I close my eyes (and then I close my eyes) Judge me now used to be afraid to let it show, bow down a king in my own mind everything's in place so much better from today Drown the monster make all bad dreams go away whatever takes to keep running free a hopeless cause?? the quiet place the bridges fall to the ground you say you sacrificed And then I close my eyes (and then I close my eyes) judge me now used to be afraid to let it show, bow down! a king in my own mind everything's in place so much better from today judge me now the king in my own mind judge me now the king in my own mind judge me now used to be afraid to let it show, bow down a king in my own mind everything's in place so much better from today a king in my own mind..

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 11, 2025

Bible arm on social hell Spins its downward spiral With each year of unprogression A fine of failure is added Closer than ever to the edge A feat in resident martyrs Strong objects track my body, My body down Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light... Between a labyrinth of errors And the key to the suicide era Digging through the graves of giants Words fly to me A lonely road, like a promise Failing miserably Running through like an alphabet of hate To shake the entire organism closer than ever, Ever to the edge Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light... Between a labyrinth of errors And the key to the suicide era I kill for the code to disarm this mess Of psychotic chaos that once I mixed up myself Disarm

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 11, 2025

I can't tolerate your sadness cause it's me you're drowning I won't allow any happiness cause every time you laugh, I feel so guilty "I blame the needs that you feed cause selfish eyes would not see" Am I forced to have any regret? I've become the lie, beautiful and free In my righteous own mind I adore and preach the insanity you gave Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak No need for sympathy, the misery that is me No need for sympathy, it's only for the weak On bleeding knees I accept my fate I've lost the ability to paint the clouds cause it's me you're draining I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day cause every time you run, I fall behind "Far away is a place where I hide the truth that have to be locked away" And so I hear my voice again The tale of the bitter man, here I am Shake the silence and hear what it says The tranquil pride that become the lie

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 11, 2025

Stood there leaning to the city moon, casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world He cried for night / but night could not come so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away and fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile He made the footprints a part of his heart to rouse a sacred confrontation Stood there carving on the monument to lies digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs he disappears into her cold, icy womb

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 11, 2025

Towards the rich archaic heavens towards the lack diorama you are the artist and the texture that plays with the mantle of the Earth When the bleakest of powders lie rooted to the starched stones and roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping shores Archaic pearls of sleep and death the voice of December losing its breath and the flower yards of white and grey is haunted White as the down of flaking snow, the heroic emblems of life Green is the color of my death as the winter-guise I swoop towards the ground Green is the landscape of my sorrow filled passing We are In Flames, towards the dead archaic heavens We are the mantle and the texture the alters the mantle of the Earth

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 11, 2025

At least you could have tried It is way past time and we're scattering ashes You take everything in sight, please hear me now You, you are leaving me, with scars Fear is the weakness in all of us It's sad to see you go It's not meant to be easy but you drag us down Burning of the evidence grows The same road for far too long It's not meant to be We are losing identity Faith has been denied Let's not pretend This is the first time we just don't belong (here) What world would you perceive? All turns cold, no one cares for anyone Waiting for the final blow Do you have strength at all? One more day, then we fade away Fear is the weakness in all of us It's sad to see you go It's not meant to be easy but you drag us down Burning of the evidence groans The same road for far too long It's not meant to be We are losing identity Faith has been denied Let's not pretend This is the first time we just don't belong here

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 11, 2025