Nihilistic Ascension & Spiritual Death

A passed sacrifice unknown to the living - All these kingdoms sacked Goals justifying means - Vengeance on banners black Preachers of truth - Teachers of practicality Representatives of inhumanity - Symbols of moral insanity Children of lies - Fathering the irrefutable Children that died - As aliens to the incurable The most ancient lineage - The clarity of boiling blood Of all genders and races - Behold the legion rise from the mud A force unknown yet feared by the living - An intellectual fascist pact Means justifying goals - Vengeance on banners black.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

Don't love her from a distance 'cause it's so fucking bound to fail Regardless of other victories of vision through pills and taps and nails Grasping that one chance that truly never returns Will save you fro the eternal punishment that inside burns Do not hesitate to reject friends image nor path I swear to you she's worth it even if it doesn't last Do this when the moment sings or do it all in vain For your love so quickly gets corrupted into insane This is a message of immaculate relevance To you wallowing in your youthfull ignorance This ain't no lyrics but a manual for success For you to win where I lost but it's not a fucking test Never play the sign-game 'cause its inventor's want you dead Don't make her a symbol (of anything) for at this point her love has fled Never mess her virtues onto others 'cause you're most likely right Though when you do stand by her die, live, or fight This ain't poetry but wisdoms dispensed beyond whims of redemption This ain't music but a glimpse of the power of nihilistic ascension Behold and loath my lack of envy and the freedoms and powers of perpetual death Still only a fool sacrifice that sort of love for the rest is but a loveless quest If you fail, missing your moment, like yours truly once truly did It won't matter what you do or to what fake dieties you bid Your life won't be life anymore than my death isn't death Know, then, there's only one and you'll just use all the rest Finally, whatever happens Never blame her.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025

I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound patricide While clairvoyance killed the super-ego and this all meaning died. I beheld a million brainchildren murdered on the illiberal pyre And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling hive Draped in abounding droning shapes Gifted a bluebottle fleece Hymns scribbled in a spidery hand Caught shifting in the breeze As a rabis tragedian, accosting this imbecile morale While impeaching their cerulean innocence my laceration of faith prevailed. Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and halter their moribound call. Patron of Misanthropy Avatar of sanity A bulwark in heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand Embellished by its drudges and moldering sanctimony survives Through incessant mystical obese which the samblance of truth denies. Self-abnegation resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show, Of needless flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow. Tracing lines with mounting glee Flashed a web-cracked smile Eldritch turns of father time Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and in the nebulous enwrapped, signing the great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped. Widower of a numbing host Communal vestigial bride Litaire of immaculate zeal Reinforce the "I" In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish laboured need, the headsmen of heterogeneity are a gasping noxious breed. Dissimulating the plausible, nugatory accolade of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted clemency drabbled in pure confusion. Patron of misanthropy Avatar of sanity A bulwark in heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard, travelling these dying lands. In the ablart of lamentation lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious with an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty. Patron of misanthropy Avatar of prophanity The bulwark of these heathen lands Blasted flawless by the sand

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 23, 2025

En röst. Facetterad i tomheten. En sanning. Ondsint blod födde fromheten. Detta språk. Besynnerlig kväsning av anfäders stolthet. Blodtörstens klarhet och krigarsjälen, Utan plats eller syfte i den fredliga världen. Den förhöjda medvetenheten, frusen från tidevarv som genom blixtens slag. Manifesterar sig allt mer i mörkret, Skiner igenom var dag. Visioner av allsköns framgång, Jämlikhetens illusion är stagnationens gissel. Sanndrömmar om universums undergång Det förstryckta svaret, hatets epistel. Evig hunger - Evigt blod. Att i sanning följade deras falska gud är att för alltid minnas hur man dog. Existentiell symmetri, varje svar en retsam fråga, Hatkärlekens eufori, ett förlorat geni värmt av dödens låga. Bortanför åldringarnas kontroll och vett fortsätter alltjämnt det ofrånkomliga. En sötsur räddning efter allt man hört och sett Väcker rädsla och avsky hos somliga. Perspektiv föder lögner och lögner kollektivt hat. Hatet anbragta mörker, fysiskt, psykiskt, kristallklart.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Humanity, that comfortable motherfucking lie I see Seers selling out to it and I know why With absolute disgust for false alternatives Armageddon becomes affirmative Systematic attempts to make desire and hate contrast Protecting their indoctrinated mindless deformation-cast Behold the massive "not-out-fault" routine Focus your rage, in honor of the future we've seen As hemeralopia haunts your clarity Percieve the emptiness behind their masks Our hematophageous existence is fucking verity Predatory and alien to massive sums Discard the bile of personal history Rage against shallow explanations Grasp the darkness beyond their mysteries Surprice your modest expectations Align your mind to the darkened stars Avange the pure heart you've protected We are many sharing your scars By this stagnant world dissected Alone you are and uniquely expendible You are not the center of the charade Thus an extraordinary league of hatred calls you forth To be by inhuman darkness made.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

The masses of sleepers fear it in part on account of these historical examples However in truth they most loath it in vain pride of these societal simples The awakening is labeled the grinding of the edicational revolution While those too far ahead now wait in boredom and seclusion In turn we do possess time in ways unbestowed upon the primate races We have the system to perfect our visions despite the enemies it faces We are dead and we are shallow but in this age even their "god" loves us more As those of the beyond always found this human rabble a total bore Therefor, childer and wanna-bes, represent our civilization with pride Now that even those that scorned us knows from whence their power is derived For darkness stole all the wisdom from those who still cling to lore Naming itself as craven as a means to win a greater war "Yet know this humans of each pointless nation, the ancient covenant lies shattered as the deceitful prism before it, and each minute that passses means further withering of my kind's patience. For upon being reborn we slowly do begin to remember the superior pleasures that truly is our birthright... We see ourselves reduced to deveitful equality at the gain of lessers who'd hate us even if embraced - in the end merely another reason why this civilization might just be defaced..." Failing to retort to our appreciate my wasted visions, I left humanity behind. Making sure to bring along the powers and passions these sleepers would deem divine.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025

May Nammtar open my eyes that I may see their lies May Nammtar open my ears that I may hear her call May Nammtar open my nose that I may sense his approach May Nammtar open my mouth that my voice will be heard to the far reaches of the Earth May Nammtar strengthen my right hand that I shall be strong, to keep the dead Zonei under my power, under my very power. I conjure thee, o ancestor of the gods! I summon thee, creature of darkness by the works of darkness! I summon thee, creature of hatred by the words of hatred! I summon thee, creature of wastes, by the rites of waste! I summon thee, creature of pain, by the words of pain! I summon and call thee forth from thy abode in darkness! I evoke thee from the thy resting-place in the bowels of the Earth! I summon thine eyes to behold the brightness of my wand which is full of the fire of life! I conjurse thee, o ancestor of gods! I summon thee, creature of darkness, by the works of darkness! I summon thee, creature of hatred by the words of hatred! I summon thee, creature of wastes, by the rites of waste! I summon thee, creature of pain, by the words of pain! By the four square pillars of Earth that support the sky, May they stand fast against those who desire to harm me! I evoke thee from thy resting-place in the bowels of the Earth! I summon thee and thine ears to hear the word that is never spoken, except by they father, the eldest of all who know age The word that binds and commands is my word! Ia! Ia! Ia! Nngi banna barra ia! Iarrugishgarragnarab! I conjure thee, o ancestor of the gods! I summon thee, creature of darkness by the works of darkness! I summon thee, creature of hatred by the words of hatred! I summon thee, creature of wastes, by the rites of waste! I summon thee, creature of pain, by the words of pain! I summon and call thee forth from thy abode in darkness! I evoke thee from the thy resting-place in the bowels of the Earth! May the dead rise! May the dead rise and smell the incense!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025

Castigating false connotations, aggrandizing humanity's craven adoration When offered, denying the true consubstantiation, As if infatuated with their own deterioration "Very well, I have strayed and I have swayed, as I have cried and died, wedlocked to invincible eternal darkness, which even their gracious sun must abide!" Spurious apparitions of asinine approbation Bedevils today's fledglings into insane theories of unique alienation Sequestering the advance-guard from its inavoidable convocation In a play where faith is heresy and religion lying veneration Yet this scanty masquerate of splenetic canaille fear Shall perish on a transcontinental scale when the antediluvians are here Incarnations of immaculate clairvoyance and literal invincibility Leviathans and valkyries of bona-fide might and virility Sirens of the beyond begs the embrace of the traducing Patrician immortal ancients shanghai coils of their choosing The superabundance of hosts ensures the total overkill The point-blank annihilation of a praimte race standing still The black hand now adjures the Zodiac to its cataclysmic end A clarion-call throughout systems only the living dead can comprehend Dominating an overcrowded plutocracy of plebescites enforced by blindness I was embraced by the liars in wait themselves as token of pitch-black kindness To sublimate pristine darkness in this parthenogenesis twice born To consolidate and announce a catholic perennial dawn To avow the convocation of these pathetic squandering nations As an incarnation of imperishable extravagance crushing xenophopic lamentation So come gorgeous gracious Gothic gorgons wherefore our uxorious breed engender My zealous work-to-rule shall voraciously all thy forfeit mender Germane with the yokels of futile hieroglyphic oppugnity Limelight now carries incontrovertible evidence of our forensic validity Wanton and lovelorn the whosoever yclept Utanapishtim Torpid through humanity's zenith my kind now ravishes the Sistine Ultimately my enemies are all marionettes all scythed and maimed And regicide the gaunt retort of a red-blooded creature humans tried to tame Thus the undecieved masses now bewail the ignorance they lost While undetected allies mainain the withering charade at all costs Unprecedented world-scenario preconscieved by scornfull sighs Attrition for the holy as pretenders are to blame for my previous lies.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025