An Altar to the Nameless Entity
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An altar made of thorns spawning fire in the black woods Smoke and shadows over our heads hurling the darkness that grows The steps increase their quiet rumble as the gathering goes on And fingers point into the blaze, the pyre, the form of these nameless... Visions of the unknown Shapes that surround this travel Into the nethermost Drowning from pits of flesh and nerves Our blood is mud An altar made of thorns The blaze that boils the mud Unseen shapes that call us back Our blood is dark Visions of the unknown Into the nethermost The night is gone Our blood still is mud
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 21, 2026
They hold their hands with death Deformed since birth they were In the blink of the eyes above Aeons of torment are gone In the sense of the ones who care So much suffering is offered To this race of horror unseen This breed. unknown Strangling the air we breath Sulphuric scent stench In every night and dawn The threat of massacre They fornicate with the witch Elevate the flesh of the dead They crawled into the caverns And carved the graveyard stones They sensed the fear itself So much suffering was surrounding This race of horror unseen This breed unknown Strangling the air we breath Sulphuric scent stench In every night and dawn The threat of massacre Scraping the life we've grown Odds and ends of endless long In every day and black sky gown The threat of massacre, the threat Massacre done Reborn
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 21, 2026
Alone in the vast consciense Embraced by nothingness Understood depth of the being Sculpted by darkness we hail Undercover and under the furrows Calmly growing in this labyrinth Cast and moulded around these dense gloom To last throughout the demise of ten thousand moons As the root gets stronger in the core Of what lingers in the lifespam of time and it's death Sculpted Undercover and under the furrows Calmly growing in this labyrinth Cast and moulded around these dense gloom To last throughout the demise of ten thousand deaths Sculpted Sculpted by darkness we stand In the midst of this torment of blood What you worship we disdain As our limbs remain While you walk inside obscurity We survive absorbing purity Hearing prayers fading away As the baleful dawn of every day Morbid cloak: the shelter we share As you erode in the wind of despair Sculpted by darkness we hail Sculpted
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 21, 2026