Godless

Past broken dreams

Nothing but blood and memories.

The Godless Judge While the waiting wait And the victims lose their strength Their fight being their survival Their survival being their God Their fear being their salvation

For those afraid stop.

And the godless survive on fear alone. The damned their cattle.

The lost their friends.

Dreams and clouds.

Upon disgrace of lost Suns.

The anointment Of the dance of doom The blessed nataraj Becomes the hand of the greater chaos

Consumption my weapon Hunger my power Fascination

The power given by the gods

Now I'm just as power hungry as them Fear being my hunger Rejoicing in my reception Of the reality of weakness Minutes go by And I can't think of anything else

The godless ones hear your words

your doom is their perception

The dance of doom Consumes my dreams Minutes go by And I can't think of anything else

power is coming to me

And for minutes I can't think of anything else.

Crown of Might

Crown of might.

This place no longer ruins my eyes
The muses cry their ignorance.

Muses seeking answers.
The Demigods spend another day.
Finding the night.

Crown of Might.

Am I awake... Again I wonder (Holy Fire)

Holy fire
The blade sits at the gates of abaadon.
It's fire content.

It's mastery above even the abyss.
This blade of unholyness.
Is my gateway to its surrender.
My lord of oblivion.
Whose name is forsaken.
Whose name sits on top of every level of hell.
Whose choice is whispered in the underworld.

Secrets and mysteries.
These lessons are simply that which speaks.
Above the rhymes of the incomplete.
Those who cannot be forsaken.
For they are dependent.


Once I said whispers defeat the innocence.
But the whispers have not begun.
These puzzle pieces don't fit together.
Before whispers defeat the innocence.
The coldness defeats the ignorance.
Am I awake... Again I wonder.

Throne of Decay.

The throne of decay
Speaks nothing but mysteries.
And then is silent.

Silence upon the lost.
And memories upon the damned.

The silent ones fade away and become the forgotten.
Nothing told nothing lost.
Nothing forsaken, nothing gained.

My damnation traded for the lost.
The lost ones always in my heart.

How many demises till death takes its friends
And it's bait away.

Fisher of men, fisher of blood, death takes its toll
At every door.
The silent ones bide in their time.
Nothing taken, nothing gained.

Throne of Reason, Throne of Decay.

The throne of decay
Speaks nothing
We speak of mysteries
And then are silent.

The silent ones fade away and become the forgotten.
Nothing told nothing lost.

Nothing forsaken nothing gained.
My damnation traded for the lost.
The lost ones always in my heart.

How many demises till death takes its friends
And it's bait away.

Fisher of men fisher of blood, death takes its toll
At every door.
The silent ones bide in their time.
Nothing taken, nothing gained.

Flesh of E'ut

The spirit of flesh

The body of your savior

All the grace

Of water
The Grace of Blood
The moment of Eternal Spite
Surrenders Our Enemies to The Blades
Of Unholy ness

The eternity of the shadows

crucifies

speaks to me

This time is the time of purpose
This time is the Time of E'ut.

Egyptian Pride in the Eternal Cat

Crowns and ravens
Given to digestion
Of the holy bones
War with Skeletons over their rivers of fires
As much as you want
Hex my bones are cleaner then your sins


Vultures take the throne
Over their eternal partners
The criminals of rome

Hark the herald of the power
Of The Great Void
It will consume your flesh
for your blood
No longer
TAstes GOod
Forever

Eu't
Reigns Supreme
Over the hearts
Of the Aztect Lords

For the Eternal Cat
Mother of Time
Has an insatiable appetite
For the flesh of the deceased

Devils Gamble.

Serpent fire...
Los Serpentes and the lost.

Worship the fire and become
The lost ones.

Upon angels are given Devils.
To rest in fire.

Devil fire

The warm salvation

Of the abyss

Saving the soul

Of the mighty

Able to ignore the human vice

Of ignorance.

Wherever the Angels will be.
The Devils prowl their enemies.
And feed on the corpses of the Angels victims.

To the fate of the weaponless
Is given the venom of dusk.

Poison of righteousness

Venom of life
Evil is not just the enemies.
Neither is spite.

Demon spite.

Not everyone deserves

Niceness

I prefer the niceness

Of a knife

Over the dullness that has overtaken

The meek

Meek to our maker

Fire to the takers of the essence

Of our life

Being a double edged sword

Cutting me clean

Death and life

Devil bones and vice

You can take my time

But you'll never take my life

Safe my soul

Devil fire has entered me

And burns your selfish eyes

The only way to have your soul

Is to give it away to the power greater than yourself
The fire of the abyss.

The Devils Gamble
Is the greatest risk
And the greatest reward
The coldness of the inferno.
And the heaven of spite.

Hunger... Too Warm to Care

Hunger too warm to care

Follow me to my grave

In your eyes

A familiar surprise

Wordless death

The seat of the soul

Soul's remorse 

Romeo and Juliet?

But everything changes

Transitory this is all now hunger

And I exalt it before your idols

Not your gods

Rather your civilizations assumptions

Underneath all of this

False idols beget enemies

Faith in hunger

Saves lives

Enemies of the faithful

Find themselves surrounded 

By the inferno on one side

And the abyss on the other

Pick your poison

Fate being a venom

If we meet again

In hell

I'll be too warm to care

About your want of suicide

If you can't be honest to yourself

You aren't fit to rule anything

But will fall into the many fires 

and waiting knives

So go and don't worship the justice of naraka 

This hunger being the bones of honesty

The only thing keeping eternity safe

Is a superior force

That force above the struggle of animal competition

And even worse

Human competition

Because it separates itself from its animal nature

And finds its comfort in illusions and delusions

An ignorance of the blood on your hands

Because we are guilty not of the crimes we have committed

We are guilty of the crimes we would commit

If so and so occurred

So you may think you are safe

Because you never had the opportunity

To be an adulterer

But you are guilty if you ever would

This trap fouls so many

Sexual this imperfection comes from 

A lack of faithfulness

Faith in God?

faith in your soulmate

Is the only thing that will save you

Because you are trapped in sex

And your soulmate is the only way out

A saint is made when this is realized

Not known but realized 

As never backing down from what you know to be righteous 

The realization that makes you a god

Follows this simple role

Warrior saint rather than delusions of

Crucifixion 

All of these stories have a hidden meaning

That is nothing like these modern idols

So go and drink of hope and faith

To keep you safe

Devils knives martial arts eternal destruction

Catches the mighty

And if they don't back down

Salvation reigns supreme ahimsa

Protecting all

Beneath a reign of hunger

Consuming our fear

The consumption of all things

Being beyond all of the stories

We've heard

Ashes of War

Ashes and passions coat my skin and I breathe fear of suffocation away into the great abyss

For the abyss has taken me in as I created its story

I take in the abyss

It swallows my enemies

And I am forever warm

Doubt a word I say

And be doubted by that which protects and ensnares souls

Cross the great emptiness then attempt an opinion

As grace will not allow you to even perceive 

Ashes and passions

Without either you are reborn a slave

A slave to your own destiny 

Believe me not...

What could ever separate the all powerful jealousy which holds all of this together

Our togetherness

The mind is contained by passion

Jealousy being the all powerful

Desire of worlds

Desire of the lost

The lost desire

Finding time

Finding the frost of war

In their hearts

For war was every moment

Completely felt

With enough passion

To clean the sky

Of its enemies

Consciousness our test

Freedom to the air

Of our pure suffering

The jealousy doesn't forgive

Those traitors

Who took advantage

Of our love

It burns and takes what belongs to it

Knowing that the only protection love has

Is a greater force

Than its enemies

This is the eternal war

The Jealousy

Love versus the flames of arrogance

Burning arrows of negativity

Until all has understood it

And rests in final paradise

In our togetherness

Not the egocentricity

Ashes of war

Versus the pestilence

The death and decay

Of the irrational mind

Finding nothing but the false self

The true power overlooked

Divine passion and the true self

Daggers tell Stories

Oh hush our

warring tongues

All the consciousness' of all the ages

Sing in our ears

This dust was dust forever

Until it became angel's flowers

Angel given a melody

To put in your eyes as the stars of reconciliation eat away our injuries 

How such little things can end our relationships to each other not with burning bridges but rather with drowning hearts 

Angels my heart

Devils my soul

Give me a second

To hear the echo

Stalking its prey

Like a pretty

Shining 

Weapon

Reminding us

Of the fallen

The echoes of time

Echoes of the ages

Echoes of angels

Daggers tell stories

Everything a fire...

The sharpness in listening

The heat in sharing.

Bound to the boundless 

Mystery to the calm

Daggers tell stories

History coming together

Rapture of Doves

Rapture of doves 

Cloud of grace

Dance of prophets 

Destructions game 

Surrendering completely to the angel of vengeance

Wants disappear 

Christluck 

Christlike

Christ of death

Christ of war

So many Christs

But not enough doves