- 7 Ascetic Cinders, 8 Dowries of gA'nOm
Denial Rites!
Vestigial Visage remains
With 7 Cinders ablaze
Physical forfeiture shall
Beckon the 8 Dowry Way
With 7 cinders ablaze
We Beckon the 8 Dowry Way
- Cabals of Molder
Sons of Onan
Apocryphra Philistines
Heed Thy Exemplars
Inchoate Hives
Lay Down to Molder
Oh naive young disciples of blur
- Maat Mons' Fume
Let the strobing obsidian hole
Invite that escapes within
For inside this magnanimous magma
Lies a dear and close red veil that disorients all men
Thin-skinned traitors amongst our kind
Our gladly lead into these precarious red mines
Ah, yes, this plenum shall swallow up
the deepest, weakest and foulest of us
- Martian Terrors, Limbonic Steps
Celestial fibers rise in the prey of 3rd power night
Endless limbonic steps, tyrannizing man’s flesh
Bestial creed in play on galaxies 4th terror night
Endless limbonic steps, tantalizing a false grip
Giant eye cries hailing fear on 3rd power night
Red hoods run to block inevitable crest
Organic symbiotic rock rolls on to the very far ends
- Opulent Ghouls... Blessed Be Thy End
He who has the 3rd Eye
Sits a-top the hill of might
Billions of ghouls fall to their
Mother fucking plight
Sycophants of guiles and means
Seep to hell, its near!
Time for a red reset
- Subliminal Lock - A Precursor To Vengeance
Seemingly eternal flickering burn
Jesting hypnotic hues of blue
For this fallacious light always remains bright?
I slip in the eternal bloom deep in the womb
The Last Flame writhing in light
Dark morbid Zen
Strobes of trance seduce all in plight
- The 6th Octopul'th Grin
Shades of grey and bending blur cold
Expand the inner walls of dark
Funneling ripples of shine
Alas, spirit consciousness, we Hark!
4th ripples upon the gate of 5
It creaks transient canons
Blowing phantom horn
A true g0lden shape, molden!
- The Apocryphalic Wick
There in hypnotic…
Reckoning hypnotic hues of the womb
When will thou lose its light?
For this fallacious light always remains bright?
Dark Morbid Zen
Be my own friend
Ye, truth of no truth