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The memory of those who perished in Fimbulwinter
Encapsulation in the glacier
Frozen in time
My remembrance of thine
So sublime...
Like the ancient mariner's rime.
Goldenrod and cloth, of yours left to rot
I could feel the crystallization of my teardrops
Trickling...
With Quiet softness of the wind's caress.
I saw the kings and queens of Yggdrasil in dreams
Dethroned
Usurped by the Black storms of sorrow.
Hear my incantations, messenger,
The winds...
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The Infernal Chant
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Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu
R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn...
Ia...Ia...Ia...Ia...Ia...
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The coffins are open
Death moon arise
Four horsemen approaching
The periphery of my sight
For each one of us
We venture into our hearses
Four horsemen riding
Four majestic black horses
So ethereal is the macabre
When the red moon rises above me...
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Xaphan's Lament
08:43
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Alas, no Promethean flame could arise
The Cleansing fire of knowledge to burn the skies
From kingdom below, beyond the left of forked path
Tel Megiddo still remains unfortunately intact
Alas, to see, with mine eyes, the fire
Lucifer's ascension to heaven, diabolically conspire
Like Tantalus, could not taste fruition's fruit
And now lies beneath an earth far from its spring, youth
But there are times I remain aware
Armageddon has yet to trumpet its fanfare
I will see Lucifer, rising morning star
Against heaven aflame, even from afar.
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Awaiting Oblivion
20:15
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A young boy sits and hears an Invocation on Artemis’s altar,
A eulogy delivered to the dirge of the calming wind.
His father, Alexander, learned well from the goddess of the hunt
But he befell to the fate of Achilles.
The mortuary drape of the black sky and clouds
On a cool autumnal twilight eve
Blankets his form.
Masquerades begin in the ballroom of Demeter
Who Silently weeps in the frost of winter.
For her Daughter Persephone bequeathed her presence
Unto Master Hades in Faustian manner.
Soothsay them all in his bereavement.
Crestfallen is he to his slain idol. In the Solace and penitence of his death,
The gods shall reward his father. A journey through Styx
From tear stained eyes came the river that cleanses all sorrow.
Strings of sadness decrescendo to pianissimo on tempo with his wailing.
Charon greet’s the father, the warrior, onto the ferry through caverns of grief
Flowing river from gardens of carnage that is Cocytus. Spawned from the youth’s tears.
Souls try to scream but are drowning, asphyxiating in the river yet never dying.
A soothing melody echoes from Aeolian harps, the harmony cathartic.
Helios rests. The sun sets. From Tartarus, there emits the cacophony of the vanquished Titans.
Tantalus’ borborygmus reverberates. Sisyphus’s hubris in throe.
Ixion bathing in the hyperthermia of lust. Tityos, the feast to the vultures.
Valhalla of the wicked. Belial becomes aroused. Dignity lost as with their paradise.
Enochian tongues silenced. Satanas riseth and dines with Hades.
Blood Crimson amontillado, Ambrosian invigorator. Limbs torn from Aeolus’ gale.
Castrated phalli from all the atoning bastard cursers. Their suffering,
Masochistic, is their act of contrition. Purgatorium pouring like a digestiv.
The meals of a banquet fit for those who reign the underworld.
Beyond the banks of Phlegothon lies the stagnant mire. Tomb of the injudicious.
Solemn tunes of winter’s eve from nymphal mouths lament the slain, the fallen.
Pan’s flute accompanies. Cupric bells now playing, in tritones. Dissonance.
Such lovely dissonance. An everlasting orchestra. Symphonies.
Intermezzi of silence, in mournful memory. From the forest came crescendoes of cries from the mourners. Ravishing to one’s schadenfreude, perhaps. Babylon rots.
Sacrosanctity is scorned on the ferry. Charon dutiful to Styx per command of Zeus.
Zeus and Poseidon emitting storms in conspiracy…the minotaur screeches. Its cage, its Tartarus, the labyrinth. Icarus decomposing in the sea, beneath blankets of feathers.
Eagles soar to devour Prometheus. Maim him. The ripping flesh is his to feel.
Alexander beholds it all, like a phantasmagoria. There is only apathy in death.
An Unconscious conscience cannot behold pain. An adieu is written as an epitaph.
Silence befalls again; the Necromanteion now lies beyond all periphery. Oblivion awaits…
Έχετε εισάγει το μάτι του κενού. (You have entered the eye of the void)
Έχω εισέλθει στο μάτι του κενού. (I have entered the eye of the void).
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Sardonic Wrath
Avant-garde Black/Death Metal band, first created by Sadistic Blasphemer in June 2012.
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