Between the Mortuary Remains
Ceaseless search for wisdom In dungeons of missing light Symbolic disembowelment Digging and unveiling the past Cryptic voice of the ages Awaiting to be unfolded Constant bewilderment I shall see beyond As written in the vessels Skeletons dance beside a corpse They hold staffs and strike the ground The earth crumbles and a giant fly appears Awakening the dead into the afterworld Two anthropomorphized beings in dual inversion Voiceless they call for retribution Messengers of hidden cultures Holding the secret through the ages As their graves get colder and colder There, deep in the ancient crypts Circled by the mist of the graves I can hear the specters voices
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026
Smell of death, trickling walls, I behold Crypts become the gate of time, constantly devouring Corpses laying underground, stiff and cold Temple of forgotten past, dead eternal lies Epitaphs in cryptic tongues are uncovered Entering the catacombs, see the open coffin Rotten faces, pale and cold, stare at us Kneel to them and pray for death, hear their morbid whisper Stepping in the ancient temple Darkened hallway, forgotten chamber The raining night cleanses your soul Trembling fear, which chills your bones Between the mortuary remains Great enclosure, burial ground Darkness swallows, we are drowned The eyes of chaos stare at us Trance of solace, sullen eyes Between the mortuary remains The gate is closed in silver lock, and opens secretly Ia, almighty Yog-Sothoth Hen to Pan, All in one Their corpses lie without name Lost graves, forgotten Their voice guides us... there As we dwell in nothingness With their stinking flesh Suffering in madness Dripping and writhing Their shades appear on sight And their voices from below Awakening and clamoring At the mortuary remains We are trapped By the cold and damp graves
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026
Drink the repugnant stenching wine Complex infusions, cleansing and libation Suffer, drowning in pools of vomit Towering visions, intensifies my senses I drink the ancient chalice As I enter through the void At the conscience of the fluorescence The veal has been removed Dungeons long time buried Several corpses of severed humans Amorphous mass of tentacles, infecting One thousand eyes, staring... Now I see... The vision is clear I’m being devoured by serpents Into the darkness being swallowed Accepted by the essence of the snake Hallucinating human jaguar I’ve entered the higher realm I got in contact with the death Nauseous state of altered senses
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026
Lost in mazes of ancient crypts Of passages unknown Eyes that can see the unspeakable Bleeding he summons his cult Paths of nightmare and darkness The key is hidden in shadows Crawling toward revelations Enter the ancient crypts port! In procession to the faceless one The crawling chaos awaits! Crawling into the deep abyss of knowledge Blinded by the limits of my thoughts Unveiling what’s been buried through the ages Revealing secret wisdom long time lost Then I hear their symphonies of madness Advancing in procession Leading to the cavern of his formless lord The stench won’t fade away Take them out from their cold graves And pray to them in retribution Hear their rotten mysteries With eccentric eyes you’ll see the past Unspeakable words are now pronounced Now you are taken into the void Trapped in the nightmares of my cosmic dream The three lobed eye stares at me It burns in fire Dwelling in darkness Lurking among the voices of chaos And spreads the message of HIM Shaped in thousand forms Appears and spells the words Hei! Aa-Shanta Nygh Farewell and beware... And pray to all space That you may never meet me in my thousand other forms For I am Nyarlathotep The crawling chaos
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Aug 21, 2026