Hreilia
Perennial waves smash into my mind's harbors Dark waters form seas of golden tears Lost in waves between the cosmic shores Icons and mythos of forgotten ages Washed down by the tide of time Washed down... Death comes in perennial waves Mirrors from within the self Revel in mysteries Reflecting the gulf between flesh and spirit Descend into the blackened depths Into the inner caves of self-illumination Pulsating through the locus of the soul Ceremonial offerings of rotting saviours Pillars drenched in eerie glow From the shrines and temples Forged in flesh and blood To the outermost regions of the void The hearts of men shall howl So gather me up from the watery pits Let me find the strength to reach the shore Let me see the sacred soil rise in the horizon And bathe me in the light of blinding flamessssssssssss... …the hearts of men shall howl in the ocean of all souls! Death comes in perennial waves Before I shall drown in this inner sea In the ocean of all souls Death comes in perennial waves And to the outermost regions of the void The hearts of men shall howl Forevermore!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Burning pages in pearly towers The mantis eagerly lie in wait Ashes descend into mouth of men Touched by divine madness Slithering tongues of fire Crowning the skull of the corporeal Alethea; the veil has been lifted Seraphs become larvae Crawling in mud, devouring Dawn become dusk Sun become moon Soil lifted into high heaven Becoming of Man From clay and unto rotten earth Hierophants becomе agents of amentia Ophidian worship by lofty prophets Bеcoming of Man Abyss of obscene principles Writhing, grotesque cosmos Thousand eyes in each molecule Staring into the souls of the condemned Evening star has faded Irkyllia Methelia Omrelia Hreilia
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
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I am towering over mountains of flesh Laying bound upon themselves And the ever watchful ashen clouds Cast their judgement in silence... Feed me my incessant hate Of great spires and thrones In all their splendor and glory I see them fall against my wrath... I am forging gods from bone and clay In my throne room of dancing shadows Craven idols stand on pillars By my grace they shall receive Spiritus vitae, et carnem de morte To be watched in awe by progenies of ruin I cast them into the heavens To glimmer like the morning star Cast their apocryphal light upon the waters For all the desolated cosmos to see And the seas all burn with their light A perverse glory for me to keep
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Unseen hands shepherd the accursed lineage Towards the evergorging darkness To shed the wretched skin of man And step into the body of light Luminous drudges and blinded slaves fall below All in the name of the king Suspended over the pits of eternal torment Flanked by numinous guards of faith All paths marked by living statues howling Ivory figures of godhead, grotesquely luring Enthroned on foundations of ancient blood Huge as mountains, the pillars of this barren еarth Scorched and burned to the corе The eyes that see, the ears that hear The parodies of holy objects burn away Letting the black light pass onto my coil Undying, unliving A mockery of his creation Suspended over the pits of torment Flanked by numinous guards of faith
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Unseen hands shepherd the accursed lineage Towards the evergorging darkness To shed the wretched skin of man And step into the body of light Luminous drudges and blinded slaves fall below All in the name of the king Suspended over the pits of eternal torment Flanked by numinous guards of faith All paths marked by living statues howling Ivory figures of godhead, grotesquely luring Enthroned on foundations of ancient blood Huge as mountains, the pillars of this barren еarth Scorched and burned to the corе The eyes that see, the ears that hear The parodies of holy objects burn away Letting the black light pass onto my coil Undying, unliving A mockery of his creation Suspended over the pits of torment Flanked by numinous guards of faith
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
...Og Helvede sig male i lystens mørke sale Og om tiggerens leje skal det for evigt dreje Og Djævlen kommer altid nærmere Med spidende latter og tusinde piner Som talende slanger Angeren æder og pisker dig Tilbage til hadede dage Du fredløse omstrejfer Vanvid skal opløse dine sanser Formørke livets kilde Så jord og himmel ej spejles deri Den evige orden forrykket Sandhed og løgn I perfid symbiose
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026