A sea of doom and dreariness
It seems as if nothing exists a dreams distress

Yet the silent waves ripples
As the great void fills the sails
And takes me towards nothing

Time goes away
Disappears are replaced
Thus within the boundaries of a mind
No stark truths are faced

Then to the Blackness one is blind

But a slender flame still burns
With its glow it has scorched my skin
And will take me towards nothing

The light

A part of the darkness as it shines
I see now that nothing is holy
Since everything is in an opposition

Therefore in joy lives grief
And in benevolence dwells
The most atrocious evil

So take me towards nothing

The face of death is a mask
That will not get of
Its empty eye sockets
Are windows to eternity

And its mouth is a black hole
Where everything except
For the Stenches will perish

Twisted limbs and muscles
Atrophies in a storm of blood
The spine slowly rises
As the rocks of an islet

The black flesh is exposed

Life is fluid
Death thirsts

Stricken by the fever of putrefaction
Burning in the cavity of the body
Collapsing in a cascade of gas
And seething fluid

The face of death
Is a mask that will not get off

Twisted limbs and muscles
Atrophies in a storm of blood
The spine slowly rises
As the rocks of an islet

Stare into these eyes!

The face of death

In an age where everything is relative
Where all the consistents are gone
Is the end all that still is real

The only thing that is left
To make for granted is to die

The fear of the unknown tends to create fear for the Death
So take a step back from the Darkness and look at your flesh

And behold

We are all here on borrowed time
And by dawn we are old

If there is something we could and should know
It's that we do not know anything at all
Except for the fact that everything is relative

But Death

The meaning of life of the roan
Lies in the fact that it must end
Just as a fire when time has it quenched

The fear and the horror tends to create phantoms of Death
So take a deep breath and pierce through the darkness and flesh

And behold

To the phantasms of deadness and fright
Your sense you have sold

Ghosts

On the brink of time I am washed ashore

As I drag myself through the mud
I appear to stand alone

I will taste my blood
Derive strength from the utter horizon
And break through

Breathe the Breath of the Rottenness
Accept the gift of decay
See that everything will rot
And embrace

When the sun glares in my eyes
I delve in the shadows it casts
In the shades light is uncovered
In the opposite truth is unveiled

Live with death
Feel the stench of its breath
See that everything will rot and embrace

Then you will never be a slave
To the power of death

Death

The language no one dares to speak
The tongue of the meaning to die
In this putrescence, in the nothingness
No one will come to try

Taste your blood
Derive strength from the utter horizon
And break through

Breathe the Breath of the Rottenness
Accept the gift of decay
See that everything will rot
And embrace

Burn

In this putrescence, in the nothingness
The fumes of the burned out fires remain

The stench

Descend through the gray-scale domains
See, fear and wonder
With time as companion
And as only enemy

The monstrous darkness
Intrusive and threatening
But the light is too bright
It blinds you, detests you

Now go, descend

Where the trail gets narrower is Death
Her gaze follows your steps

In silence
Observes and abides

Light a fire alongside the ditch
And let it never go out
Spread it to new places
And put the world in conflagration

Encounters of wills, thoughts and passions
As the hours they come and go
Acquire the sharpest of sights
And meet their eyes

In darkness
Burn and arise

Diverse from the path
Surrender yourself to the horrors
Stand face to face with fear
Where the road is wide but narrow

In search for the fire you know nothing for sure
Except for where it ends

The hills are crimson in the swelling landscape of death
A hollow world undermined by thousands of worms
Where existence loudly sinks away

The days of putrefaction are arrived
When time has spoken they will reign
And everything will perish in their name

Brooks of blood trickle through the valleys
Meets a still chaos and devastation
And gather along the black shores of Death

Soon everything is gone
And only the Stench will remain
Like an ominous remembrance
Everything will perish in its name

A penetrating odour
To remind of the silent march of times
That then and now is all entwined

On the road to the Crimson Hills

The days of putrefaction are arrived
When time has spoken they will reign
And everything will perish

In their name

No one wants to see but everybody knows
All things comes apart to fall back to its source
And the sands of time will retain its course

Unbound

Withershins are none to be found

As repression repels the repugnance
Darkens the mind, drenched in the Light

Death lives concealed in our eyes
Oh the foul smell of demise
That is where it dwells and will grow
As it rises the Blackness will devour your soul

A half life is
To not hear the silence
To only see the white in a cloud

As repression repels the repugnance
Darkens the mind, drenched in the light

Time grinds our bodies
As if the sand of the desert
Until only the bones remain

To our flesh we are forever bound

We lead ourselves astray
Obstinately fighting
The battle against time

No one wants to hear
But everybody knows

That escaping death is to deny life

Next to your head
Leads the trail of the walking dead
The strife in a stream of unconsciousness
Of a promise of life they are led

They have stopped to rot
Stayed in a state of putrefaction
And the mighty awe of death has taken their eyes

I am decayed
Life is but the question asked
For the ones who rot

Their greatest dread
Compels them to submission
The mortal fear always eats from inside
Until the hollowness gives away

Stop, move no further
Stand still and resist flow
Be born again in Morbidity
Rise, now with death by your side

I am decayed
Life is but the question asked
For the ones who rot

Amongst the walking dead I was a slave
Now reborn and willing to rot,
I am free as I enter my grave

Only in death I can be alive
In a world forever

In putrescence