Anguish Sublime Maelstrom Imperium 1. Maelstrom Imperium Feel the ancient pulse, as the heartbeat relentless Still conquers the lights carved amidst the dust Unfolding spectral dynamics, where Cimmerian maelstroms reign Conducting the rites of devourment The primeval imperium robust Shards of chaos widely scattered Across the entropic seas, where infinity lies shattered In silence outstretched beyond the thresholds of perpetual void Arcane sepulchral echoes unwind A funeral dirge in cosmic recurrence ‘Mongst the galactic shrines – endless be the feast! Through demise shall rebirth (for)ever increase. Behold the swirling cradles of universal infancy The reflections of our past permeated through the continuum Like dark Gods bleeding bright Powers that be, unravelled in sight Fatal, yet prodigal their cauldron boils Brewing matter begotten within the havoc-sculpted coils Relentless are the cyclone dancers Thus waltzing in a wild cathartic rage A gobbling black king crowned in every heart To gorge on illaqueated suns ripped apart Dark Gods bleeding bright Powers that be, unravelled in sight Where the dawning of time cast its initial spell Bestowed upon the altars, where the quasars dwell 2. Anguish Sublime Open the mouth of ages, nocturnalized For so long was the silence of Her Bloodtears of unspoken suffering Meander down Her wrinkled cheeks Her woods – are my limbs Her soil – is my flesh Her oceans – my blood Her mountains – my shrines So cold is Her glance And even colder Her touch She bleeds upon us Her gore infected From a thousand wounds She bleeds Even in anguish, She's so sublime For all Her rivers – are my veins Her nucleus – my heart That feels the pain, for She cries Yet, Her wisdom still sublime in my eyes …my watery eyes Her final breath shall erase the vultures I reach through the maelstrom of the chaos prime To summon the twilight of all divinities to come Now behold the colossal stronghold of night The coronation and enthronement of the ancient might Their idols' severed heads shall be Her reward After the last of the angels succumb to Her sword 3. Panthemonium Like carnal wine upon the gilded shrine Of aeons eclipsed and war-hexed empires These words lie cold, swollen with gloom Cast ‘fore the jaws of this ceremonious doom With storm-induced motions, grey visions unwind While carbon tears appear on the guises outworn Yet, still, in the eyes – solely hollow deadlights play As the past regurgitates, our dreams forlorn Fed be the neoteric hunger for golden lies on silver plates As the humanimal fauna, unbridled, trudges into sumptuous graves Hear the death-knell chiming The pandemonium resuscitates us These words lie cold, where frail lights loom In mephitic enthralment, swollen with gloom The colossal throne of emptiness is revealed In the vacuum of sumptuous graves To where all our pathways lead 4. The Next Apocalypse Through a wordless speech held in infinite scars Let the sores pronounce what the mouth could not As the infectious notion of light grows, effete With every single breath, a new inmost apocalypse to greet From an ageless disease Tiny deaths have been born Ever resourceful for their biological dance To feed the self-devouring flames of deception Or to enshroud the splendour that the void might reveal… Through wormholes torn in the fabric of subconscious Let the inmost self navigate your thoughts While reality contorts into an elaborate routine Fuelled with an urge to leave this mental quarantine Do you see degeneration inside the rapture Or enthralment beyond deformity? 5. Mesmerized in Asphyxiated Delight Mesmerized, I bleed in asphyxiated delight Reaching for the fearful luxury of passing With such cold brightness, my eyes do gleam An overture for ending we're all about to dream As the primal equilibrist falls down once again And the architects of the Promised Land lay down their schemes An image of a self-mutilating world unveils before me In the sands of time Where destiny had drawn my mortal self… In such grim existence. Enfold me, black shroud of joyless rapture Bring blindness to my jaded sight Unfurl the maelstrom of night eternal And embalm me with a promise of light's absence Let forgetfulness devour our names And find me down here Below the rotten leaves of autumn Where life's summer lies transfixed 6. Under the Lunar Blaze Like aspirants to the scaffold The solar dancers heave a last sigh As the utmost fear prevails Within the clairvoyant's eye On flaming hearse-wheels The witherspace spirits the past away Sear are the flowers in the mourning's sway By ice-cold winds caressed In dark luxury, where memories rest The dominion of gloom arises By the constancy of death In glowing insomnia I unbosom to the eminent darkness As beneath the unclouded moon-fire The entire nature seems pleased Beneath the waves of dismay These insurgent visions glare As the colours drift apart Through desolation, eaten away Under the lunar blaze ‘Neath the enchanting shepherd of wolves I drown into the symphonies of my non-existent Yet forever lasting disease Through the desert spectral halls Of dreams in line with the dead Where defiant shadows ascend Into a quiescent tyranny I've been led So, I gather my jaded soul into the abyssic dark And I stroll through the eye-hole of eternity itself 7. The Heretic Ascent With manifold deceptions, it has come to be The void with many names, embedded in minds resigned A top-shelf poison poured into the wellspring of sanity For too long have its toxic sermons been guiding the blind Fairytales wrapped in morbid aesthetics Inebriate the herds through the holy abode of lies Bent under the scourge of this pernicious hoax Crawling like maggots before the crucified clown With scorn towards all knowledge Ignorance leads the way Common sense at point-blank execution A gaping mental mass grave revealed Always disposed to reap the fruits Where the sacred plagues are deeply sown In such fertile and well-manured spiritual soil For a greater harvest, their rules are set in stone May wisdom be our torch to set their world ablaze Our fury be relentless as the heathen flames awake The ragged flags of their kingdom are now lowered at half-mast An ecclesiastical ground zero shall hail the dawn of the iconoclast Smell the burnt fantasies and let our matriarch rise From her knees, once again, under skies turned red When to vultures and glowing heretic fires The half-rotten offals of their God are fed 8. A Sigh for the Goblin Goddess 9. Somberdawn Helix Behold the seething nightskies' glazed ornaments alight When the aurean reflections descend into recess From the cobwebony forest fog, neon-eyed shadows transpire To inhale the scent of eclipse at the climax of the solar absence I cast myself into serenity Imbued with such profanity Which the reign of the chaosborn matter holds Blessed with cold nocturnal bliss I let the colors of midnight unfold Harsh pestiferous winds sing glorious rhymes Like a death-written poetry that through the blackness resounds To subdue the baleful torture our quailing spirits bare I shred the horizons force-clad in sacred vestments We shall devour the wretched children of Megiddo Who shackled our souls with outrageous chains And kept us constrained Powered by profanity of dark limbonic sublimity I feed from the very source of their demise From somberness grown predominant The principal substance is on the rise Tremble sanctimonious servants of the fallacious And bow to the dominion christless enthroned! So I rend the sacred veil of time And call the ancient aeons:"Awake!" Long-lost and forgotten ages rise again from the primordial spawn May the substantial shadowrealm accede to a throne! Unfurl thyself sunless dawn Like a fiery helix of thorns! Beneath the seething nightskies' magnificence abstract Through the harmony and order of chaos, I increase their bane As the obscure refulgence of Nihil embraces their hearts To never let their hourglass be inverted again … never again