Another year spent in exile…
Esurient for the taste of the vein, wretched in my form,
I have crawled through the world within a moulted skin deluded by my kin!
Now a stench of guilt spreads through the air as they witness the rising of the one once dethroned...

My negligent followers who fed me with fraudulence shall
savour the taste of my writhing tongue,
slithering through their each and every mind!
Feed on my snakeoil - adhere to the impure
Bask, relish the lunar light piercing the blackened sky
Consume my snakeoil in the light of my return

Unseen, obscured… the shadows I have allured…
Benighted years fueled my scorn for the veins from which I was born

Now I’ve undergone a sophistic mortification of flesh
An exaltation through the secret of elixiration
I’ve been deluded and scorned by my servants,
but nourished and arose to reclaim my crown
Hidden in plain sight, concealed from observants,
I’ll welcome the world to the realm of the Emerald King!

SchtésKs’Theii Ich’honoo
To be one with Nihil!

After another year spent in exile, esurient for the taste of the vein,
wretched in my form, I have emerged from the sewers of a worn out shell
After a decennary coiled, I have risen from the bones of my precursor
with an instinct to breed the extinct...

My followers bestial, behold my deformity!
Humanity shall savour the taste of a serpent's tongue...
Oh, feed on my snakeoil - be one with the impure
Ossein larcenist, risen from the bones of my precursor
I left behind a moulted skin
Soon I’ll lead the way as the Emerald King!

The silence spoke to me, coiled in the debris of my freedom
with a withered tongue reborn from the lair of the serpent
A tale of tablets of treachery nested deep in skeletal cavities
and rivers of wisdom filled to the brim with a crimson flow
Cursed to the flesh, still shackled to weakened strings of skin
I went through a reversal of principles!

Written in crimson - the elixiration of suffering
Written in emerald - the consumption of suns
Written in black - the putrefaction of spines

An ancient scripture on a ruined altar
foretold the path to the crown; to be won through palter
Falsehood, deception, guile;
bestowed upon me were all means to defile!
Now, with the wisdom of treachery
embedded in my skeletal cavities,
calamity over the world will crawl
as I inflict my visions upon those to fall cursed to the flesh
Worn thin, I shed my skin to reveal nothingness within,
for I have seen the future beckoning me
with its withered claws of ruin...

I shred my skin - Mutilation King
Lacerated Lord of Solitude
The blood in the chalice of man my snakeoil will dilute

Future in sight...
(I reentered this dismal realm)
with eyes on wilt and blight!
I bleed a restless river to drown the claimants of the crown
The world I’ll bring down, the sun I will gulp
All light I’ll devour!

In my royal water, humanity is to dissolve…
washed down my indulging crater...
but first I must dwell within the earth and cultivate my lies…
spread them with the flies...

Alienated
Cast into the spiraling realms of deceit, I sought an asylum;
a barren burrow, a place to keep
the embodiments of my twisted phantasms,
evolve and to emerge once ripe…

As the labyrinthine shadows sway in reminiscence upon
the sharp walls within this austere abyss
I am to carve, bare boned, my own castrum doloris...
and into my castle of grief I will invite the weakened
with a promise of protection
from the future’s tearing claws of perdition

Encapsuled in a solitary crypt I will distill - purify - my fanaticism
In the comfort of the grave I will ripen the slaves
Ferment and breathe the exuding stench of rot!

Tomb to womb - reversed birth
I’ll dwell in the entrails of mother Earth

Before I emerge I am to gather, secretly,
the means of my disposal
Men, women and children lured
down into my cavern in search of salvation…
but remember: thou who cureth can maketh ill…
My means to drain their secretions...
my snakeoil to void minds…
It is my destiny to spread the elixir of suffering
throughout the veins of this world.
So when I beckon thee, come to me!
Tread into Nil, become the mindly absentee

Visions of evil distilled…
Come!
There’s a future to fulfill...

Catafalque copulation - to breed upon the altar of devastation
Womb to tomb to womb…
Toxemic envenomation of the void

𝘕𝘰!
𝘉𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭!
𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘦!
𝘔𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥… 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴!
𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯...

Door shut behind back, stopped dead in his tracks,
the Majesty grins as He listens to the anguished fool
trying to repent for past betrayals
...but to seek atonement is to grasp for nothingness…
“Useless filth! With negligence thou hast trodden!”

Chains rattled, casket closed
A fissure slips a sight of catafalques mounted by lacerated slaves,
pestered by forced procreation
Down in the deep ends of my depravity
my visions reek of fermentation;
the fate of the devotees of mine, squealing like swine!

In the vaults of coital violations where skin is peeled off bodies,
you’ll lay locked to rot and fuel the spoliation of my spawn
Fettered corpses oozing cadaveric fumes!
Transmuting blastospheres!
Toxemia!
Childbearers defunct!

A coward’s fortune:
to through chronicles of perversion squirm
Fundamental to my reign is to tread rotten and unfirm
Necrocracy!
For what is dead can not be conquered only fed to the worm…
Elusive is my nature and as I secede
from my withering palace behind me I’ll leave,
here in the cesspool of my reign,
the devotees of mine breeding like swine...

In the cesspool of my reign coital violations take place;
birth upon a silt of deflorated remains...
Forced breeding under influence of the rancid
Dead semen, each infected cell to evolve as a demon

A world to pester, an earthbound mother to befoul!
I’ve been biding my time...
for years on the prowl…
seeking the remedy for life…

“...forged by death…”
Lurid rumours reach our ears; of a crown so dismal,
stowed away within the cavities of this world
- sealed behind emerald gates
- claimed by a thronekeeper wrapped in wither…

Far beyond oblivion’s shores
we have ventured in search of the chasm
and along the spine of earth lay our trails,
looking forlorn in the light of the moon…
and here it towers: the grandiose entrance to secrecy
bearing marks of deeds unknown...

“Open thy gate! We have cometh to cleanse The Withered One!”

The serpentine pathway sprawls
down towards the abyssic palace of dysphoric grandeur
Looking ever more forlorn, our trails riddle the soil
Another few of thousands to endure
the atrocities of breeding the offspring of the fermented

With cleansing in mind we tread through the castle gate
A vast hall, shrouded in miasmic fog leaves our eyes dreary
Desanctified upon arrival, we are nothing more
than taints of shame within this house of pain!

…and from His throne,
the Majesty beckons, unworthy of His crown
Here are no seeds of doubt,
a totality of tyranny is sure to prevail,
spewing forth its demented sperm into the chalice
of humanity’s blissful ignorance of what the future holds

In the cavernous depths wherein they swallow the sun,
echo the lost prophecies’ deploring sound
of the abhorrent futures that lie in plain sight,
obstructed by our worthless lives...

Entranced by the mists of disease
we rest our eyes upon the Monarch,
the apparent true claimant of the crown.
Sowing grains of comprehension…
that an unworthy heir is to reign beyond the grave
- a possible tale forgotten and buried?
A long lost wisdom of treachery?
A tablet ripped from our prophecy?

...and in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor
Vile visions glare in the sooted flare from torch after torch

Past fields of futile dreams went our voyage to seek
the wreath of wither and to reap the seeds of filth
Rumours led us hither but all we glean
are visions of tongues on skin, in this moulted depiction of sin

Doors open and heavy shadows are cast upon our figures
as we adhere to the alluring hands of The Great Depressor
We behold the crown and our ignorance fades
in the glistening reflection of a lost sunray
No lies fool our eyes as they gaze upon The Great Devourer
- the true lion of our sun!

The volatile flicker drowns in the shade
Encapsuled in a jewel the sun’s lost ray fades
Down, our Monarch leads the way

Another set of slanting corridors coil behind the gate
Doors etched by panicked nails, in vain!
For there’s no surpassing the ways of fate
...and we are led past a blown torch,
into a chamber with sooted, scorched floors
stained by deeds unknown
Rows of catafalques...
Shackles...
Walls hollowed...
A reek of womb…
Our intentions of cleansing put us in debt to oblivion,
mistaken for wisdom to own…

...and in dismissive awe we cross the ragged floor
Vile visions shared with The Depraved Heir
As fuel for the engorged entities of fleshrot;
a journey into tragedy;
to pollute the futile breeding of life

Life is futile
Always we would seek the meaning, in vain,
for life was futile…
Vile visions will be our last
As life stays futile we’ll wither in infinite nihility

Come forth!
Enter my palace, carved in the very spine of Earth
Pilgrims have descended far on their journey to curse me...
Tread to me and kneel!
All, align to the procession
Crawling in my dominion of flies: lies…
Here dies the resistance of the befouled Messiah

Protestors come from afar, gathered facing a closed up cavity
“Open thy gate! We have cometh to cleanse The Withered One!”
My spinelike path is thine to crawl upon
Thou shalt taste my wrath within the casketal gate!
I welcome thee, I invite thee to dwell in my palace of hell!

Join the procession of depression
Under my eye of misfortune they’re destined to neglect
The true cursed ones shall be
the offspring produced under my reign

Desanctified upon arrival!
Now cleanse this taint of shame within the house of my fathers!
Incarcerated within walls
freckled with stains of dishonour they’re to be drained,
each drop echoing through the deep dark chambers...

Snared by tongues to engage in sin;
tickling the crevices, reaching within
to harvest the nectar of the foul natured hearts of the pilgrims
A journey to end in a travesty of salvation,
swelling in the depths of my cavern

Abhorrent futures lie in plain sight,
obstructed by a few worthless lives resisting the throne…
soon fermenting below, sealed in the maternal orifice,
enclosed in earth

Dissidents encapsuled within hollowed walls,
exuding a mephitic stench
Cadaverine - to intoxicate the seedlings of a withered breed
conjured through atrocities unspoken of in ancient prophecies...

Neither epitaph nor grave
for the submissive corpses of unwilling slaves!

I rise from my palace of turmoil
It all ends here, with mind fixed on the culmination of an era
to never end...

I rise!
I rise with a smouldering goblet
A toast to havoc and abhorrent futures
Chalice held high, I pour its emerald innards down my throat
Tasting its lucullan bitterness
Leaking from my lacerations, I let tongues smear me, drink me…
Regurgitate and I will swallow it all again!

For each passing dilutes the vigour in the soul of man
Each passing resolutely brings us closer
to the infinite torment of my tyranny
Each drop I let drip
slowly squirm their way through my esophagus,
rippling my vision
My eye of misfortune confirms that I’m the great usurper!
Behold the Mutilation King!

The elixir of suffering is pouring through me!

A first droplet spills and hits soil
After a life entombed
I’ve finally emerged with a vision of Infinihility
A solar ray buried…
Spine rotten through…
Offspring nourished, none so vile!
Heirs of the heir of the world, so hostile!
The gullible crawl before me
in the reality of their vast loss of control
Howlers and cryers linger before the entrance to hysteria,
mourning their weak lost to the grave!

Open up the gates, part the flesh,
rip and tear the way to a brand new world!

I watch your every step in sovereign neglect!
As another drop beflecks the soil,
forlorn are the masses who swallowed my snakeoil
Weak hopes of salvation led to devastation
The delinquent aeons, its resulting decay,
mercilessly paved my way...
and with my last gulp I step into the eclipse,
a lonesome traveller reaching towards his final haven:
a continuous misery, and as I step into the unknown,
alone and ridden from the last one of life’s irksome burdens
my vision ripples still!

I die!
My eyes present no more visions
Waters of oblivion wash over me
Will I reach infinihilistic purity?
When dead there’s none to conquer,
but I will not be fed to the worm!
I am to disintegrate…
forever disperse…
After a life entombed
I’ve finally left my world under a dismal crown!

Tears of forgotten lives shattered upon my cenotaph,
a monument frozen in time!
For as Infinihility called upon me
I chose to secede from my realm,
in favour of the permanent throne
Once caught in a spectral existence
I tasted death’s own kingdom
and never would I have thought
it would leave me craving more…
and so I made it my mission to seek far and beyond
for what the prophecies all left out, buried aeons ago…
but little did it bother me for of the soil oh, was I fond…

...and among worms it was whispered
that what is dead cannot be conquered!

Draggling through the mud of distant times,
were the words that spoke of a despair
brought by a tyrant King destined to disperse

They spoke of a sun,
swallowed and buried in the wake of the tomb…
but they spoke of no cure for the corrosion of what I shun!
No, not a word of the restoration of the essence of man
No remedy for my treachery

Crawling through the deep tombs with the restless,
fueled by the purest loathe for existence,
I then and there knew my future:
to unfurl a cruel reign of depression

In a moment of clarity I could see the future
of the world that was to be
I was to bestow upon the world the fate to be one with the worm
Yes, I was destined to benight the earth…
and with my voice of lacerated sedation
I'd sing the world my last lamentation of this life so futile…

Under my dismal crown, eternally,
the foul will emerge in search of their Messiah!
With the wake of the tomb comes
the slumber of The Withered King
and the masses will drown in the tears of their forgotten lives…
but no tears of mine will ever
shatter upon the dying earth, slowly consumed by time,
for as Infinihility gulps away at the rotting remains
of my ever despaired reign
I’ll oblige to the condemnation of this memory and disperse...