Opus Mortis
Stare into the abyss, and you will become its part The void consumes, it devours, it claims I can see the eternity in the hollow of your eyes Flesh dissolves, thoughts unravel You are the one that swallows the light! Life’s fleeting breath is the death’s hollow sigh A winged shadow spiraling toward the blaze of its dissolution The grave’s cold tongue licks clean the lie Only in the embrace of endings do the ashes bloom A temple of ruin, built on whispers and bones Where time is a carcass gnawed clean by the void The moon hangs like a severed eye in the vault Watching, unblinking, as the void sings its name. The serpent! The Death! The void! The light! In the cradle of thorns, where the serpents lie coiled, A sun hung motionless, its gaze unspoiled. No shadows crept, no winds dared breathe A feast of forever, shattered the bones of the seed Where the river runs black with the silt of a thousand suns, A crown of crows leads the way through the mire.
Submitted by Grave666 — Jul 21, 2026
A savage roar, from the inners of our hearts That for ages have been silenced by the fear of men Furious like a thunder it comes as a fire storm To burn from the face to the entrails of god Come forth, primordial darkness Feed yourself with our devotion Drink the wine of flesh Eat the fruit of life Fear and panic are the fuel of revolution Despair and pain, blood and fire Enjoy the pain, we endure it for ages Now we spread our ecstasy in the womb of god The fruits of Death will born and contaminate the earth We suck the nectar and enjoy beyond eternity Our sacrifice is done in life, to return where we belong I am disciple, I am the child I am a spark of the bonfire of the world Bringer of Death, come to the carnal world Show us your ascension, make us soaked with blood Make the mysteries visible, turn our eyes to see the soul Take my hand, carry me to the netherworld We wait for night to fall So that your light will guide us through the infinite darkness We will get drunk with the primordial waters And will be hallucinated with the truth The serpent will arise from the abyss To spread the venom in all the eager hearts Eat the life to reach the Death Spill the blood to feed the dead Drink the liquor of fire to make combustion And burn the past to cease the illusions Bringer of Death, come to the carnal world Show us your ascension, make us soaked with blood Make the mysteries visible, turn our eyes to see the soul Take my hand, carry me to the netherworld Our sacrifice is done in life, to return where we belong I am disciple, I am the child I am a spark of the bonfire of the world Our sacrifice is live the life, the return is to our tomb I am darkness, beyond the light And the flame is my own soul
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
In the shadow of the first murder I stand as vessel for ancient blood The scythe of the Left-handed One Cuts through veils of cosmic deception Qayin, First Bringer of Death Your insignia burns in my flesh Seven marks of the forbidden cult Illuminate the path of thorns Earth drank the blood of the innocent And from this soil grew the crimson rose I harvest its petals with blackened hands To adorn the altar of the Skeletal Lord The trident rises toward celestial heights The hammer strikes the foundation stone Between these poles flows the current Of death’s transformative essence I am the keeper of your hidden cult The esoteric face behind the folk saint Blood offerings upon the crossroads Where the Left-handed path begins I walk widdershins around the sacred fire Contrary to the cosmic order For in opposition lies the truth That death alone brings illumination I drink from the chalice of mortality Its bitter wine the nectar of insight For only those who embrace the end Can taste the beginning.
Submitted by Grave666 — Jul 21, 2026
Under the silence of a seagull’s cry That lonely creature on the edge of the sky The waves undo their infinite gray Each crest a sentence the wind unsays The tide pulls at the edge of the world A hunger that never learns to stay Grains of sand slip through the hourglass Of a shoreline’s fleeting writing Here the light breaks into a thousand selves Shattered glass, a hoard of broken coins Thrown by some god who ruined himself with the dawn Sucked into the throat of the abyss Shells hold the memory of a million midnights Their spirals whispering maps to nowhere The horizon stretches, a taut blue rope Tying the sky to its own echo I stand where the earth forgets itself Feet sinking into the pulse of the planet The ocean exhales cold, ancient And my shadow dissolves in its breath I am the spark before the fire, The crack in the cathedral’s last prayer All your gods fall here Your tongues dissolve into ashes
Submitted by Grave666 — Jul 21, 2026
The black flame burns high in my soul I open the dark portals with a hellish explosion The vortex is open To the place where the dead pass When I evoke those who breathe fire They echo in nocturnal gnosis Cold, cutting whispers From those who walk among the bones Revelations of obscurity entering secret cities In the valleys of ancient black magicians Guided by death itself Shrouded by those who breathe fire They echo in nocturnal gnosis Cold, cutting whispers From those who walk among the bones Going to the palaces of unconsciousness Guided by the bearer of the lamp To the realm of the dead where the crowned walk… Oh Fleshless Legion, the terrible bone mask Bearers of the scythe and trident Thirsty with haematophagous hunger It does not speak to the living for it breathes fire! To you I offer a soul to be the merciless emissaries of the end Of the most cruel and lethal end You will satisfy his fever for misfortune When I evoke those who breathe fire When those who breathe fire arrive Surrounded by those who breathe fire
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
From each image in decline, a subtle intimation Seven fetters marked his limbs Mapping a bodily destination How vain were our attempts To make an oracle from your wounds To avoid your accurst gaze To read your lapsed steps as a book If every lament announces a new hymn Or an alliance that comes undone Cease now your movements beloved daughter Severed is the tendon of the katechon From еach image in decline, a subtlе intimation Seven fetters marked his limbs Mapping a bodily destination Force it a little further As if this moment of suspension Could siderate her obstinate path Or reverse this unwavering deviation If every lament announces a new hymn Or an alliance that comes undone Cease now your movements Severed is the tendon of the katechon
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
Touch my cold hands, and feel the despair of the flesh disappear A cold body with a burning soul As my flesh dissolves and I return to dust My spirit delights in the freedom of not existing As I walk through the ruins of existence I only fear that they will be rebuilt somewhere in time But I know that everything made of clay can be destroyed and restored But the eternal flame will never be extinguished — And it will burn! May your kiss be as cold as entropy But may it burn me and turn me into dust I will wander through the bloody crossroads To find the paths of Ain Until my blood floods all the rivers and seas And your eyes are the only light seen by the dead or the living
Submitted by Grave666 — Jul 21, 2026