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Stygian Temple
03:37
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Curtains of oak under a black sky
Mesmerized am I in your lightless beauty
Shine not do those stars reigning radiant across heavens old
Engulfed in the silence of those towering, gnarled pillars
Whose canopies obscure the moon’s dim luminance
I am as one with the shade of their ancient limbs
Spellbound, I gaze into moonlit glades
Sated in this living nocturne, my spirit is unburdened
Enshrouded in a mirage of shape and shadow
Dreading the return of the wretched sun
Whose vile rays shall pierce this sanctuary
Expelling the pristine aura of blessed darkness
Cursed unto twilight through the leering vortex of dawn
Slave once more to toil in malign thought
Precious are these moments, so trivially dismembered
Yearn for dusk to offer a new purpose unto this fucking meaninglessness
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Temptation's Duress
05:24
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Of what you may see beyond those shining gates
Conceals within, the daggers of temptation
Outstretched in submission before the altar of thy dreams
You wield the sanctity of fortitude to endure
Coveted image of fate torn by grasping black hands of forces malign
Precipice crawling towards paralyzed feet, mocking the frailty of hope
Dragging the spirit through shattered gates of disillusion and abandon
Melancholic exile unto an impure soul
A hollow puppet bows low before his mind’s craving
Hanging from strings he himself hath forged in weakness
Paragons of yearning erode in the mire they begat
Consumed in the unending ceremony of indulgence
A cyclical ritual danced upon a wheel of depreciation
A pawn to oneself, roots of bestial atavism
Slaughtered reason
Putrefied corpses of dreams hang from the gallows of ambition
Unearthed in reflections from the past
Scarring the present in haunting madness
As moribund horizons laugh thy name
How shalt thou answer?
Feverishly imbibing the burdens of fleeting pleasures
Clutching a daemonic chalice, inscribed in runes of binding
Lord of worms
In what light hath you prevailed?
Born to suffer and rot
Where does thy blessing lie?
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Behold the radiant claws of dawn sink into the night’s frail majesty
Carnivorously tearing youths to shriveled husks of incoherence
Night devours twilight as senses wane under a cloak of frigid shadows
Awaking anew as the spark is drained from my eyes
My temple crumbles before my feet, desecrated by wearying days
The silence of life’s debris is the wicked grasp of atrophy
A ruinous sculpture is carven as it erodes under entropy’s hand
Another shard hath fallen, chiseled by decay from my statue of life
Wilted fragments of remembrance
The images fade like fleeting dreams
Hollow vases which once held mirth
Shatter at threshold of oblivion’s gates
Dragged through the dimming chambers
Down the curving staircase of mortality
The lights fade with each trembling step
Marching into the abyss of eternity
That which reflects is a bane
Ever lamenting, always aware
Sapped of strength a visage leers
An undeniable doom shines in its stare
Above soar the wings of ineffable silence
A vulturous watcher feasts upon all creation
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Ravensblood
01:49
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Corrupt with hatred, a servant of judgment
A tormented mind is poisoned with disdain
Glaring upon endless streams of wasted flesh
The waters of Acheron flow on earth in vain
Obsession and delusion, a refuge from my sorrow
A cure amongst the plague of life’s commands
Jaded of the blessings, leached is bliss and hope
Striving to perish in the endless sands
Break moldering bread, drenched in turned wine
Tasteless and stale, hath the fruits of faith formed
Roam the desolation, tides of aimless sentience
As eyes intake not but dull plains unadorned
A bleak firmament; anhedonic expanse
Illuminates black soil of sodden decay
Rapacious creatures crawl a begrimed surface
Breeding forth foul hordes to suffer and pray
Impaled upon the bitter hooks of life
The murk of aether which constitutes the heavens
Speaks not, as this absurdity cannot be framed
Eyes of the worm gaze not past domains of dirt
In senseless mires is our lucidity is maimed
Gorged, dost thou waver upon precipice of death
Swollen gluttony of anguish through decadence
A wandering spirit lingers in the night’s dark reverie
Fading into mists with contempt and despair
Haunting malefic thoughts of disillusion
Mirthless laughter echoes in cold winds of nowhere
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