Ashspawn

Rise, Loksumu, insinuant devil! Swath of veils of the choking womb, veins of shadows — sinew of dawn. Temples… temples… crawling temples in black. Divine miasma, holy nausea, abstract shades in line. Darkness rushes to a valley of minds, cleansing septicity with tar. Temples… temples… crawling temples in black. Screaming out an epithet, but their sounds do not hoist from the seat of their lips. Breathing foetuses, slithering leeches, denounce their guilt after breastfeeding their own mouth at the sacrosanct spring. I toll the death knell, my spirit opens, and the faces that taint the gasoline mirror are now gone forever. « In the depths, call forth Belial into the being of man. From the depths of your throne, insinuant devil of falsity. » Temples… temples… crawling temples in black. I am free. Holy nausea, abstract names written in signs, dark waters confined, drowning with numbness in tar.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026

I shall quench the flame of pride; my gaze shall turn it to stone… the flame of pride. Gloria Aeterna Gloria! Now, I am the void. Gloria Aeterna Gloria. Though an army besiege me, Gloria Aeterna Gloria, my heart will not fear; though war break out, Gloria Aeterna Gloria. The holy inferno I have become, Gloria Aeterna Gloria, crowned in flesh. Now, I AM THE VOID. Gloria! Spine of sudden disaster (beyond the flesh, I am). Ebony bones against any fall (beyond the flesh, I am). A basilisk triumphant (beyond the flesh, I am), for I am the light above all. The arm of flesh, I am; the hand that gives and takes. The serpent in black, as I walk and faint… no more. A basilisk triumphant! A basilisk triumphant! Gloria! I shall quench the flame of pride… the venom of vipers. I shall quench the flame of pride. He shall turn it to stone! The venom of vipers… the flame of pride.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026

EGGE! EGGE, EGGE, PHAGOR EGGE, RANER EGGE, EGGE, SAMAEL CH’HAD. Chavi, Chavah, thy spirit lies in the bowels of night. Stillborn, thou art born to forsake the light. Wraith, born of Hell’s decree, Shakti, cursed be thee. Ahosephex, forked tongues speak. Ahosephex, the wrath it seeks. Ahosephex. Around the golden calf, we circle and fall. In the cedar smoke, we heed the fucking call. Tears of the forsaken fall as blood, through realms of grief, we crawl in mud. Whisper thy name upon the wind, eternal torment, where none shall rescind. Phantoms of the fallen rise to command, their suffering, etched in the sand. Through crimson skies, we shall ascend. In this dark war, we find no end. EGGE, EGGE! Let thy name resound! Anointed in grief, forever bound. EGGE, EGGE! Behold the cry. Stillborn child, thy fate is nigh. Son of the abyss, daughter of grief, in thy blood, our curse is brief. Into the fire, into the flame, thy soul shall burn — none shall reclaim. Ahosephex, forked tongues speak. Ahosephex, the wrath it seeks. Ahosephex. EGGE, EGGE, PHAGOR EGGE, EGGE, RANER EGGE, EGGE, SAMAEL EGGE, EGGE, SEMAR CH’HAD...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026

Crooked by my own salvation, in this breathless void, in a radiant struggle to grasp and breathe your agony. I spit forth to thee my breathless capitulation, a goddamned plea choking through a fracture. Sacrificed — sightless. From glorious to none, from bloom to a tomb, fruit of the betrayal Sun. Flesh for the entozoon, cast away down below, resurrection burning inside me now. He contemplates the current’s fracture, a spiritual crush. I have grown black essence into my bones, movements to another space, another plane. Sightless, ash spitter. An absolution through the fire of transformation, Shehavaa. I’m burning down, down the whole. I rejoice in pain. Oh, mote it be!! I awake once again. Sightless — ash spitter, sightless — blood spiller. Lifeless — ash spitter, restless — blood spiller… Angel bound…

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026

I am Darkness around the Sun, Gloriam Resurgentis, Aberrant Spawn, rise from below, Dismal Chrysalid, Stygian Scorn. Black silk eruption, my life suspended. I surround you, I roar, a seditious hurricane. Hear me, you crowned martyred souls. Fear does not shield you from decrepitude. I am Darkness 'round the Sun, Gloriam Resurgentis, Aberrant Spawn, rise from below, Dismal Chrysalid, Stygian Scorn. I am Darkness 'round the Sun, a Stygian Scorn. I am Darkness 'round the Sun, Ex Inferis, Stygian Chrysalid, Gloriam Resurgentis, Aberrant Spawn, born anew, Dismal Chrysalid, Glory to the Reborn Stygian Scorn.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026

We call forth the lord of Shades, the king of kings in Edom’s land. He who is prince of the world of man, for Belial is guide to the soul of the chosen Witchkin. I am the assertion you will not suppress. I will live despite plagues, as the vulture above the Heavens, a cold black Sun. I am the shadow of darkness. I see, eyeless, beyond the black fracture. Listen to my chant of nothingness. Purify the spirit of the universe in my construction. I am the voice of voices, feel the silence deep inside, vibrating within the spirit of a radiant dreamer’s tide. In the ruins of your temples, I carve my name with no mercy or shame. Beneath the weight of hollow prayers, I rise silent and endless, where your spirit dies. There, above the “Almighty”, I do not celebrate the pillars of flattery, but the honesty of a forgotten day. Infected reaction! In the darkness, He is the tarred light, and you will sing his blasphemy. And you saw him coming a thousand… times. I will break the chains of the dead words you speak. A flame in the ashes, as Belial rules supreme. The Heavens are burnt, blind to the force I possess. I am the assertion you cannot and will not suppress. The clock shatters, the Heavens bow in shame. I am the truth that defies all your names. And you will sing my blasphemy, and you’ll see me coming a thousand... times. In Nomine Belialis. Amen!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026