I - Limbo The Grim Tormentor watches my decay To whom I must surrender and accept my fate Anathematic paranoia of unknown and forbidden realms Perplexed by the disfigured ninth eye of the omnipotent Tormentor The mockery of thine search To find the truth I hath opened the vortex And the rats will fester in my denial If these walls could speak They’d tell the morbid story Of the limbo I wander aimlessly A failure of endless monotony The Grim Tormentor points me to the gate of the realm in which lie the most horrific of abominations His commands I must obey as his feats are unexplainable, even by modern science I bear only the scars of the earth as the Tormentor proclaims me as a host, to rectify the curse of mankind I can see behind his eyes that he is… dead but dreaming II - Inferno The illuminating shadow of the Black Spheres, resurrection of hopelessness Hellish, never-ending landscapes of atrocities in those, who wish they didn’t have to live again Tormented souls reborn to destroy and be destroyed for an eternity, over and over, again and again Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. An endless constellation of suffering is all which awaits Oneiric misery within the bizarre oeuvre of the inferno, comforts only those who remain an inch within oblivion Strange ones without beliefs but only wearisome obsessions, suffer each moment in sempiternity Infernal surrealism of superstitious malice in external circumspection Sempiternal resurrection of thine arrogance sees thee deteriorate Conspiracy of the Tormentor, Grim, tracking every step I take Benighted devil of the other realms, in the story of the ninth eye Everything in here fits just right The Lord hates all his fucking creations A perturbated mire of humanoid sacrifice, in the archangel of annihilation The tormented souls seek retaliation, and wish to see the spread of infection I was created to repulse all thee I was not born in his image Fallible mortal forms must be destroyed, the dead dreamers of malignancy The rectory of hatred which awaits, to cleanse me of mine carnal desires Caliginous, sesquicentennial, astral imperfect corpse like form, mocks me To draw the final curtain, thine endless inconsequential plight Inconsistent totality Catatonia Discordant silence Commiseration of muffled sunlight Hell, overwhelms me Falling to the bottom of the barathrum Of all the things I could have gambled, why did I choose my life? Great monument In the torture of the malign discourse An anthropoid Being and outer shell, but nothing of the sort inside My extraction Commendable malefaction The Black Spheres brood Over anthropocentric domain Usurper, evil Lizard Joins me, in the detachment of impending cataclysm Wandering being of misery All the humours in me, have dried out Celestial omen The full moon foretells my future Timeless spectre In which I am the uninvited guest Somnambulist disaggregation breathers the song of the puppets circle Anathema, the obelisk of the righteous mystic now reborn as a worm Galvanize destruction mocking those once omnipotent veneer Maleficium of devastation is my only joyful remembrance The gyration of my pestilence is a relief to my narcosis Morbid solid mass of the black aether numbs all those who are near III – The Mortification The futile orchestra Plays the music of the Black Spheres It weeps its sound pitifully It drowns me in fear My baneful torment is my only offering to the strange and unappeasable, ungodly others My fucking trembling and bloodied hands serve as a testament to my unfathomable witness I must wear the cursed likeness of my inhuman yet familiar, humanoid cystic mass I can feel within my melting skin that I am... dead but dreaming Divine right omniscience denies the fusion of saint and burden alike, in the hypothetical past The horrors hidden in perfect constructs from unknown celestial spheres, disavowed by thee, once thou hath seen I needn’t any longer deny my own desire, as the abomination of the disfigured ninth eye has set me free I can sense it within my heart and soul that I am still… dead but dreaming A state of malign fear (DEATH, COLLAPSE, INSURRECTION) Of what cannot be conceived (DESPONDENCY, WRATH, ANTICHRIST) Betwixt my inglorious surrender (CONSPIRACY, HATRED, LIES) Lies the dream that could not be (BRUTALITY, MISERY, DECIMATION) No justice or meaning In the anomalous utterings Of the pandemonium My descent to the top Is the contrived verdict I hath conceived The final missteps near (INVASION, CONQUEST, MESSIAH) To end one’s preposterous veneer (CONGREGATION, DENIAL, DEATH) Atonement in thine deformation (WRATH, MALADAPTION, EXTINCTION) A being from the unknown Kadath (MALEFACTION, SUBMISSION, EXPURGATION) The coming wrath Suicidal populicide No imperative to survive The oncoming onslaught The future is black The ruler in bile The wraith escaping out of heaven An existence reduced to ashes Nauseating aether descending farther Black bile tainted vomit in eighteen chalices In my degrading malady (MOON, EVOKE, DAMNATION) Addiction of another kind (CRAWL, SPIRITLESS, REPENT) Malice smitten by a faulty bind (PALE, BLIGHTED, ILLUSORY) Joyful melody of the blind (DREAD, GENESIS, INFECTION) And I fucking crawl! IV – The Metamorphosis Outside the celestial Black Spheres I dream of thee In my cocoon Reluctantly unbecoming Hypnogogic consciousness Existing in a paradox Comparative parallax Of tranquillity unknown Lack of desideration My will dissipated Deathlike narcosis For a thousand years Denial of light Engulfed in liquid And the calming breeze Strange, considering there is no atmosphere Structural Anomalies obsessing me Conviction Expansion of primeval ruin Absconded In my interference Curdling My blood and black bile The scream Singing from my own grave The sphere Stalking judgement of effervescence Autopsy Of my astral delusion A promise Of apocalypse within catatonic revenge A pathetic masquerade Of sanguine unrest My catatonia In my unknown realm The coming desolation In which I’ll suffer too The wretched stench Is becoming unbearable Nauseating It’s about time I leave V – My New Flesh Prison From my sleep I awake, lucid torture Pain in every orifice of my new flesh prison The abomination of man’s bestial hubris The only joy is I can ruin, everything that I touch I crave isolation, crushing the soul My footprints are forever drenched in blood The constellations show me the meaning Subliminal signals from the Grim Tormentor My foggy eyes, don’t give me much reason My dismal mission, from which there is no return Amethyst living dead which walk among us in instinctual chains, they who worship the sky to fuel their delusions of control The king of misery holds me from my own decay for a semblance of meaning, I have no other intentions but to feed his confusion Blood seems to spill out of all that which I set my eyes on The outbreak of denial is my new torment The wrath that has been before was just the final warning Schizophrenic Alcoholic, just a pathetic outburst VI – Dystopia I will rectify the curse of mankind I will purify the curse of mankind I will pulverize the curse of mankind Carnivorous manipulation Mystifies all those still dreaming Artificial sentience Maladapts to them still breathing Melancholic dissipation Only serves them who are livid Misshapen fatalism Only punishes those who are needing Cybernetic mortification Only hurts those who are feeling Technological determinism Crushes those who dare reason Fixed perpetuation Rewards those who won’t question Corrupt regeneration Drowns those who will not treason Fiery sunrise for the lies in the hour of death, soon we’ll ride to hell Repulsion of revenge by infliction of due glory, as insects we fly away Abominable creatures born through malignant technology, anthropoids of dehumanized evolution Hidden beings from the unseen world appear to me clear as day, oblivion in the graveyard of ontology Divine right Swallowed pride Subliminal signs Belial Back from hell On this earth Massacre In my eyes Misery Aborted dreams Fading light Vision of death Grim Tormentor The ninth eye Broadcast signal Suicide Tormented souls Of my home Call for me To end my life I can see Burning bright Immunity A curse of mine My destiny To roam this place Aimlessly Once I’m done No future No meaning No presence Only endless existence The source of pollution where the answer must lie, boundless in my corruption Harness the torment of all those around my allusion, behavioural sink of my endless illusion Originators of the machines deny all their wrongdoing, momentary guilt before their laughter Archaic meaning was that which shaped those once abandoned, precipitate begotten extinction Divine right Swallowed pride Subliminal signs Belial Back from hell On this earth Massacre In my eyes Misery Aborted dreams Fading light Vision of doom Grim Tormentor The ninth eye Broadcast signal Suicide Tormented souls Of my home Advise me To end my life I can see Burning bright Immunity A curse of mine My destiny To roam this place Aimlessly Once I’m done No future No meaning No presence Only endless existence VII – The Imposter Deceive those who hath deceived Bring them all further from God I hide as a false messiah The great malefactor of the human race I hate all the living As I cannot be one of them Misfortune comforts me And destruction is just who I am The shrine of thee that they worship Serves only to increase their confusion I have seen it once before I was born The timeless storm dubbed as progress Tolling the boundless charade An army of parasites by my side Invisible fiends from the celestial spheres Sycophants internalising my disease Something in me is missing I have no more reasons I can see the shifting In malicious treason VIII – The Necrotic Summons Saturnine? I wonder where it was, I was leering Life? Leaning towards a state of black drunkenness Nothingness Isn’t that one’s only salvation? Congregate Once more before the untimely event Thoughts? Only as bitter as my own tears Earth? A place where nothing can be solved Sleep? The equivalent of forgotten hope Vortex A mouth which rids this hell of pollution Summoning The Grim Tormentor on this wretched earth His likeness Too much for any feeble human mind to bear Spreading Evil in every place I tread Seething For all that which is in existence As I finish the necrotic summons I’ll entertain myself and watch the decay This will be my final construct As after this day I will be complete I shield myself from the ethereal light As the gleam would burn away my deficient skin This happened before and it will happen again Eternal reoccurrence is the pact imposed upon me Dejection from the master of elements Sons of decimation within the timeless nameless Spread of toxicity as cold as ice Funerary in its appearance as phosphoric blood An agent of retribution in my daze Acidic leering’s are just a part of my gaze Fading memories of my celestial past I hope this mortal form is only a dream The bars They can’t keep out what’s never been real Deterioration Corrupt throne of the usurper decaying in its own contradiction The horrific ninth eye of the Tormentor Soon will be seen all over the earth The sins of mankind carved into my skin The path to dispossession in suicidal repetition Hatred Thine malevolence fuels my persistence Cytoplasm My desideration by mind tricks in virtual battles Master of dreary misery absolute The portal hath been opened The Grim Tormentor rises on earth So, let the atrocity begin The void Swiftly shattering their dreams of Arcadia Forbidden books Militant passages of blasphemy in unknown definitions Nights Drenched in possession and self-annihilation Decadence Together we’ll perform this pathetic dance in the singing pile of flesh The compression of my mutilation I can observe it clearly now My abominable desolation The maleficium of centuries gone IX – The Uninvited Guest The hubris in my lies Burns down the heavens Drown within the love Of understanding eyes The mysterious bile stained trail Leads me in constant circles First thought of Armageddon Manipulates the dead It is with a trembling hand I watch them as they tread Within the forgotten river I see nothing but red Idle in that which cannot change Was it ever really there? The gates of hell are opened Somewhere, I won’t be welcomed back The prophesized return Prodigal in its presence Entry of the parable The conquest is in death Those that once were with me I loathe them as they dread Terror from the Black Spheres Is all that can be bred Sulphuric acid rains Down on all those enlightened The ancient thunder Has been haunting me for days Within my sentience I am imprisoned I cannot belong And I cannot create I can only destroy X – Nuclear Holocaust The plan is in motion And the degradation Has officially begun His horrific likeness Broadcast all over the world Clear for all to see Lives ruined Minds deformed The vision of the ninth eye Drove all on which it dawned insane And after the deluge I wonder, what will be left of my existence? The dissent into my perdition by which I will not find salvation The aim is extinction There will be no remorse Those already exposed Ones already destroyed Will all take care of themselves Hell on earth and inside their minds which all have been torn The tormented souls Will eternally rejoice mass suicide 2349, the year which saw the bitter end of man And oh, how I wish I could have been among them, but no I must endure some more In their confusion They hath neglected The atomic piles And those still living Will all go up in flames Within seconds All life had been wiped Ending the planet Just like it began But I am not so fortunate Nuclear fallout Radiation And vile chemicals Burning my flesh Right before my fucking eyes One with the nuclear fallout, I violently mutate Into something that should not be, along with all that is around me XI – Aimless Wanderer Now I inhabit this earth As a scorched atrocity Unfathomable misery All I have left now are memories Slithering pile of goo No eyes or limbs My brain still intact My soul it cries out I slither all around these ruins A limbo which I wander aimlessly At least I think so As I cannot feel All my senses Hath been wiped out The Tormentor in his omnipotence Has outcast me in this wasteland Although it was once prophesized I still cannot accept my fate The Lord didn’t help me Or did he save you In fact, I think He is quite amused Oneiric dread in my sensory deprivation And no matter how much I try; I cannot make it stop This a part of me Evil sentience There is nothing but pain Why did I survive? My friend, I am still here. Living, slithering… I feel nothing except my existence I remain trapped in my consciousness, I cannot create, nor can I belong. I can’t even destroy, for I can only be, thinking, wondering and wandering pointlessly