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