Occam's Razor

Flesh remembers but time forgets For the last survivors Are the first for whom they came What use is flesh without a skin to shed? What good is time absent a dream to die? As God made them As sin marred them Glory rejects them On the Eighth Day The LORD created suffering If you seek the devils to till the earth You need only look around you Rome. Byzantium. Carthage Into the rubble Again, the survivors guilt Is the Taboric Light How might we hide from The cauldron of fire? The holy birth of violence Each age must pay a price for indifference You needn‘t look any further The universe is wrought with their works The Somme. Donbas. Stalingrad A Wagnerian echo Again, survivor‘s guilt Is the Taboric Light How might we hide from The cauldron of fire; Mankind‘s natural sickness We‘ll heed no din for a battle The blood beats cold in the blink of an eye Feign consent to thrust upon the governed Across the broad side of Occam‘s Razor Et in Arcadia ego A false refuge is the tempest to come Final is the call to dominate the other Until we breathe the sound of Occam‘s Fucking Razor As God made them As sin marred them Glory rejects them

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 31, 2026

Alas, our fates are not unlike the dead themselves Devoid of form, shape or depth And there is nothing left but The taste for mindless violence Shells of men Gorged in flesh Jaws of Hell Hear them roar Alas, our fates are not unlike the dead themselves A distortion field through us and them And there is always another circle In the inferno Terror belli, sown by the seeds of war Terror Belli, for the vast Terra Damnata Terror Belli, in shredded guts and gore Terror Belli, all hope abandon Terror belli, bound to a faithful whore Terror belli, for the vast Terra Damnata Terror belli, in the ashes of our ruin Terror belli, God's mercy on you swine Wind, water, fire and earth Are the destroying angels Concealed in the hands of savage men Reformed in a state of nothingness Here the gods will divide the sun When Even the Ground is Hostile Terror belli, sown by the seeds of war Terror Belli, for the vast Terra Damnata Terror Belli, shredded in guts and gore Terror Belli, all hope abandon Terror belli, bound to a faithful whore Terror belli, for the vast Terra Damnata Terror belli, in the ashes of our ruin Terror belli, God's mercy on ye Hammer, nails, coffin and cross In the sleep of reason No one transcends the circle of death This world is beyond all reckoning For the wounded, the dying and the dead No soul save ye. No soul save ye No soul save ye. No soul save ye When Even the Ground is Hostile Defile the final sickening hole When Even the Ground is Hostile God's mercy on you swine When Even the Ground is Hostile There is no past. There is no present There is no future No matter the scourge of life No matter the faithful whore No matter the ashes of our ruin Such is time: No world for the newly blind No world for the newly blind No world for the newly blind

Submitted by The Void — Jul 21, 2026