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Neverwards

by In Corpore Mortis

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1.
Enter the hunger of the unknown Merge the tides of darkness within and without Obsidian pillars sway as reality vacillates The wordless choirs of madness rise likes fumes from yawning pits Witness remnants strewn on surrendered ground Limbs ashudder, ashen lineaments Black-swamped irises riveted by horror Interrogate the distance for a morn that never came Where you stand is not here This flickering moment is not now The howling dread beyond the cracking walls Creeps like bitumen down the arteries of your mind Dragged down the maelstrom by existential discrepancy The last glimmers of clarity inexorably wane In the screaming nexus of constant transiency Only vanity is never in vain Failing senses, swirling abyss, flaming coldness, ravished sanity Misty veils dissolved, worn out masks face the beyond Melting shadows, drowning echoes, smarting glimpses, harsh finality No way to deny, no chance to abscond All you've ever known, conceptions firm as stone Fade like plumes of smoke against the churning sky And nothing soothes the guilt where the roots of time wilt And the ghost of reason lies down to die Sense the bulwarks begin to tear Substance and spirit surrender at long last Feel the spasms of your soul in agony Corroded from inside, assimilated to the void of voids The roaring gateways loom ever open wide The pealing din still quakes the maze of aberration Not even tattered memories comfort your faltering stride Down aisles of steel-cold stares - is this salvation?
2.
Rusted thorns penetrate throbbing limbs The derelict progeny dragged through bloody mud Gleaming swords intone victorious hymns Over fallen bodies flecked with scarlet buds A blissful sight for all by pride inspired Far beyond their pestilential ways A sombre trophy for those who conspired Lurking 'mong the loathed ones with hearts with rage ablaze Now the predator's shadow darkens their land Blades forged in secrecy are exultantly raised Honorless sheep face their first and last stand Misanthropic ruse, let vengeance be praised Marching over the trembling heath We emerge like ghosts through the wisps of mist And as each sword is drawn from its sheath Terror grips their breath with an icy fist The ashen dawn uncovers a gruesome sight In horror and pain revenge is being served Their bleating pleas fuel our boiling spite A swift final blow the only mercy they deserve Cracked skulls, sliced throats Countless shapes of agony adorn our ascent Arms twitch, flesh bloats A slush of tears and ashes smothers every lament They witness their children thrown to the flames Their ashes flood their lungs and choke their wretched cries The sickening spasms of their blackening remains The final picture to stab their melting eyes A pungent pall looms over the view/scene Fed by the pyres of the vanquished swine By iron and fire the ground's been swept clean Death sealed the triumph of our wrathful design The smoking ruins of their brittle towers Are all that's left of their conceited dream We have taken back what's ours When man is wolf to man, let us reign as beasts supreme
3.
Howling sacrilege like an acid torrent Risen to show the rats the path they must stray from Once more hungry nails bite through flesh and wood A joyful noise of rattling breaths gives praise to tragedy Fist of the tyrant Cannibal christ thriving on his own herd Fist of the tyrant Maim your own soul with faith undeterred O come all ye faithful, spawn of filth and feces Let his gospel mute your will and rend your mind to pieces With eyes unveiled and abraded knees Embrace the abhorrence that fills your vacuous being A feast of miracles, a rite of bread and thorns To shape the world through words of broken glass Can you taste his splendor in the fistfuls of cold dirt Falling on your face in the grave you dug yourself? He is the flaming portal He is your sole redeemer He is odium immortal He is the grand blasphemer Fist of the tyrant A choir of slit throats will sing a new psalm Fist of the tyrant The blood from your wounds is his spiritual balm Fist of the tyrant Let the pain grow, salvation awaits Fist of the tyrant Your grief is the key to his ebony gates
4.
For years I've wandered this world I abhor Still my mission has just begun With anger stronger than ever before I crush human lives one by one As years pass by, my hate only grows deeper Like a black tumor inside me it swelled I incarnate the ravenous reaper My lust for death can never be quelled I've found myself through lost control Your precious suffering will make me whole I slay your children before your helpless eyes No time to mourn, you're next in line to die Downfall, you weep and crawl Your flesh and soul I desecrate Steel against skin, feel it sink in Taste my purest hate Your pain is my pleasure, your torment I treasure All sanity refrains A primitive urge, succumb to the scourge Of murder in my veins Prey upon prey, closer to the goal I sentence those guilty of having been born Let the blood flow, let the heads roll For the glorious task to which I am sworn The coronation of the spawn of Cain So far beyond what you call insane I'll leave the world you shaped bleeding at my feet What you hold dear to me is just useless fucking meat Scream it all out as you thrash about A strident cacophony of fear Your trial has begun, there's nowhere to run The bringer of torture is here The tears that blur your sight I greet with grave-cold spite Hopelessness tightens its chains It's your turn to provide for the might I hold inside Murder in my veins Death is an artform and life is its canvas Be the artist or perish by the last stroke of the brush One more down to add to the mound My masterplan has taken its course Onwards will I strive to feel this alive Unknown to doubt or remorse My craving I fulfill with each of you I kill Till only completeness remains Your fates I entomb, four words spell your doom: Murder in my veins
5.
La mia esistenza è una bestemmia contro la vita L'emanazione del perenne ottenebramento La mia parola è incisa in ogni ferita Vermiglia sorgente, l'emblema rovente di un odio mai spento Sono il tizzone nel seno di un'alba mai nata Scintilla suicida in un gorgo di ombre malfide Sarò le vestigia di un'epoca dimenticata Sommersa dall'insensatezza del vuoto che uccide Anni screziati di scintillante furore Latrano incessanti nel buio della mente Mortifera danza sul filo di rabbia e dolore A un passo dall'abisso - la volontà del niente E chi può dirmi dove giunge a morire il vento Che ha assaporato ogni mio vibrante sospiro? Ma restano muti gli anni di fronte al tormento E all'ira che sfregia queste aurore di acciaio e zaffiro E ancora mi sferza da urlanti profondità insonni L'eco incessante, la selva di cicatrici Fantasmi di un tempo sepolto e profanato Che più non tornerà, no
6.
The winds fell still as if the sky was choking in its sleep The wan light diminished to a dense leaden radiance From swirling heights to vertiginous depths the aching instant shivered Through the seam of horizons white shadows spilt in waves It fell onto my gaze like salt in a tainted sore Raking my spine with claws of frozen screams I wandered fields that felt so hollow beneath my gait To where meager tress stretch their wordless pleas towards the skulllike moon The soft sigh of the circling night filled the stone ravines But not a sound escaped these chapped lips sealed by eons of nothingness Neverwards - black light - blooming deathseed Endless conclusions of birthless beginnings Ripple the pulse of my being, flowing through my core I am all, I am none, altered soul, no return My words slid like briny beads down the cracks in the mirror My silence doused the flames before they died away Rid the world of living eyes, drown their spires in darkness Shatter the sandglass, sink into the embracing clouds Would you dare to hold my withered hand While we drift down the deranged currents of time Even as reality fails know that this is real My name shall bring forth the end of days

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released January 1, 2013

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