Voidthrone
Kur
Journey took place o’er the course of a year
A perilous venture funded by fear
(Yet we have found it!)

The glory of parchment, a scripture divine
A gateway to Heaven, this wondrous rhyme
(But what must I... feed to the fire?)

I’ll burn years of my work
A sacrifice rightly deserved
Those stories never got traction…
ECH

A calf or a goat-
Those surely must serve
Covenant worthy of Yahweh’s reaction
ECH

The ice shelves, so pure, unblinking, unmarred
Except for the altars that leave the plain scarred
(The site recedes behind us!)

Instantly lauded as heroes of nation
Given the freedom to study scroll aberration
(We need a gift)

I must give it my blood!
To serve as the key to the entrance
I see wife losing composure…
ECH

Oh, I will show that foul cunt:
I will throw my young son to the embers
And wait for the holy exposure
ECH

Ah, paradise
Stare at its unblinking eyes
Reality conforming to my rebirthed and enlightened self

Stars and Aeons...
Aeons far above
Universe is braying with the ecstasy of human race

Холод, последний холод
Бесдушный космос
Мертвый; превращаетса в Ад
Бесдумный, бестрастный, безплодный
Етот мороз

I wander, dreaming, in bleak scenery
Aching with terror, my body in ruin
Vision filled with shadows- intruders from beyond
Thirst for silence, they still whisper now

Oh, Sweet flesh
Wounds a gaping portal
Vessel
Subhuman door

Your mission falters. Our vile seeds are planted
This shell of bone- the vehicle of carnal sins
Erased the deeds of all your dark transgressions
Our madness needs entwine with your sub-thought

(I awaken)

Absolved
From this guilt
But still I see
His flesh melting

As these visions fade, I come back to my goals
Establishing an empire founded on enriching souls

We own you
Firm grasp on your mind
No matter what you do!

Murmurs swell to howls
The voices take control
Memories leak, boundless
These foes will meet their goal

Cryptic
Catacombs
Spread
In my consciousness
Madness!

Losing all the things I used to hold so close
Last entry I write, before it stops its doze

Incessant is the howling, wicked shrieks fill wide cosmos