Anguish Sublime
Maelstrom Imperium
1. Maelstrom Imperium
Feel the ancient pulse, as the heartbeat relentless
Still conquers the lights carved amidst the dust
Unfolding spectral dynamics, where Cimmerian maelstroms reign
Conducting the rites of devourment
The primeval imperium robust
Shards of chaos widely scattered
Across the entropic seas, where infinity lies shattered
In silence outstretched beyond the thresholds of perpetual void
Arcane sepulchral echoes unwind
A funeral dirge in cosmic recurrence
‘Mongst the galactic shrines – endless be the feast!
Through demise shall rebirth (for)ever increase.
Behold the swirling cradles of universal infancy
The reflections of our past permeated through the continuum
Like dark Gods bleeding bright
Powers that be, unravelled in sight
Fatal, yet prodigal their cauldron boils
Brewing matter begotten within the havoc-sculpted coils
Relentless are the cyclone dancers
Thus waltzing in a wild cathartic rage
A gobbling black king crowned in every heart
To gorge on illaqueated suns ripped apart
Dark Gods bleeding bright
Powers that be, unravelled in sight
Where the dawning of time cast its initial spell
Bestowed upon the altars, where the quasars dwell
2. Anguish Sublime
Open the mouth of ages, nocturnalized
For so long was the silence of Her
Bloodtears of unspoken suffering
Meander down Her wrinkled cheeks
Her woods – are my limbs
Her soil – is my flesh
Her oceans – my blood
Her mountains – my shrines
So cold is Her glance
And even colder Her touch
She bleeds upon us
Her gore infected
From a thousand wounds She bleeds
Even in anguish, She's so sublime
For all Her rivers – are my veins
Her nucleus – my heart
That feels the pain, for She cries
Yet, Her wisdom still sublime in my eyes
…my watery eyes
Her final breath shall erase the vultures
I reach through the maelstrom of the chaos prime
To summon the twilight of all divinities to come
Now behold the colossal stronghold of night
The coronation and enthronement of the ancient might
Their idols' severed heads shall be Her reward
After the last of the angels succumb to Her sword
3. Panthemonium
Like carnal wine upon the gilded shrine
Of aeons eclipsed and war-hexed empires
These words lie cold, swollen with gloom
Cast ‘fore the jaws of this ceremonious doom
With storm-induced motions, grey visions unwind
While carbon tears appear on the guises outworn
Yet, still, in the eyes – solely hollow deadlights play
As the past regurgitates, our dreams forlorn
Fed be the neoteric hunger for golden lies on silver plates
As the humanimal fauna, unbridled, trudges into sumptuous graves
Hear the death-knell chiming
The pandemonium resuscitates us
These words lie cold, where frail lights loom
In mephitic enthralment, swollen with gloom
The colossal throne of emptiness is revealed
In the vacuum of sumptuous graves
To where all our pathways lead
4. The Next Apocalypse
Through a wordless speech held in infinite scars
Let the sores pronounce what the mouth could not
As the infectious notion of light grows, effete
With every single breath, a new inmost apocalypse to greet
From an ageless disease
Tiny deaths have been born
Ever resourceful for their biological dance
To feed the self-devouring flames of deception
Or to enshroud the splendour that the void might reveal…
Through wormholes torn in the fabric of subconscious
Let the inmost self navigate your thoughts
While reality contorts into an elaborate routine
Fuelled with an urge to leave this mental quarantine
Do you see degeneration inside the rapture
Or enthralment beyond deformity?
5. Mesmerized in Asphyxiated Delight
Mesmerized, I bleed in asphyxiated delight
Reaching for the fearful luxury of passing
With such cold brightness, my eyes do gleam
An overture for ending we're all about to dream
As the primal equilibrist falls down once again
And the architects of the Promised Land lay down their schemes
An image of a self-mutilating world unveils before me
In the sands of time
Where destiny had drawn my mortal self…
In such grim existence.
Enfold me, black shroud of joyless rapture
Bring blindness to my jaded sight
Unfurl the maelstrom of night eternal
And embalm me with a promise of light's absence
Let forgetfulness devour our names
And find me down here
Below the rotten leaves of autumn
Where life's summer lies transfixed
6. Under the Lunar Blaze
Like aspirants to the scaffold
The solar dancers heave a last sigh
As the utmost fear prevails
Within the clairvoyant's eye
On flaming hearse-wheels
The witherspace spirits the past away
Sear are the flowers in the mourning's sway
By ice-cold winds caressed
In dark luxury, where memories rest
The dominion of gloom arises
By the constancy of death
In glowing insomnia
I unbosom to the eminent darkness
As beneath the unclouded moon-fire
The entire nature seems pleased
Beneath the waves of dismay
These insurgent visions glare
As the colours drift apart
Through desolation, eaten away
Under the lunar blaze
‘Neath the enchanting shepherd of wolves
I drown into the symphonies of my non-existent
Yet forever lasting disease
Through the desert spectral halls
Of dreams in line with the dead
Where defiant shadows ascend
Into a quiescent tyranny I've been led
So, I gather my jaded soul into the abyssic dark
And I stroll through the eye-hole of eternity itself
7. The Heretic Ascent
With manifold deceptions, it has come to be
The void with many names, embedded in minds resigned
A top-shelf poison poured into the wellspring of sanity
For too long have its toxic sermons been guiding the blind
Fairytales wrapped in morbid aesthetics
Inebriate the herds through the holy abode of lies
Bent under the scourge of this pernicious hoax
Crawling like maggots before the crucified clown
With scorn towards all knowledge
Ignorance leads the way
Common sense at point-blank execution
A gaping mental mass grave revealed
Always disposed to reap the fruits
Where the sacred plagues are deeply sown
In such fertile and well-manured spiritual soil
For a greater harvest, their rules are set in stone
May wisdom be our torch to set their world ablaze
Our fury be relentless as the heathen flames awake
The ragged flags of their kingdom are now lowered at half-mast
An ecclesiastical ground zero shall hail the dawn of the iconoclast
Smell the burnt fantasies and let our matriarch rise
From her knees, once again, under skies turned red
When to vultures and glowing heretic fires
The half-rotten offals of their God are fed
8. A Sigh for the Goblin Goddess
9. Somberdawn Helix
Behold the seething nightskies' glazed ornaments alight
When the aurean reflections descend into recess
From the cobwebony forest fog, neon-eyed shadows transpire
To inhale the scent of eclipse at the climax of the solar absence
I cast myself into serenity
Imbued with such profanity
Which the reign of the chaosborn matter holds
Blessed with cold nocturnal bliss
I let the colors of midnight unfold
Harsh pestiferous winds sing glorious rhymes
Like a death-written poetry that through the blackness resounds
To subdue the baleful torture our quailing spirits bare
I shred the horizons force-clad in sacred vestments
We shall devour the wretched children of Megiddo
Who shackled our souls with outrageous chains
And kept us constrained
Powered by profanity of dark limbonic sublimity
I feed from the very source of their demise
From somberness grown predominant
The principal substance is on the rise
Tremble sanctimonious servants of the fallacious
And bow to the dominion christless enthroned!
So I rend the sacred veil of time
And call the ancient aeons:"Awake!"
Long-lost and forgotten ages rise again from the primordial spawn
May the substantial shadowrealm accede to a throne!
Unfurl thyself sunless dawn
Like a fiery helix of thorns!
Beneath the seething nightskies' magnificence abstract
Through the harmony and order of chaos, I increase their bane
As the obscure refulgence of Nihil embraces their hearts
To never let their hourglass be inverted again
… never again
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