A scream in the night, leads the lurker astray, I rejoice and delight in the continuous loss of purity Whether lost or found, they’re one and the same, my morbid fascination, with their dragged-out decay Visions once obscure, become clearer and clearer, an inhumane excellence, I’m terrified and I hate what I see All of my weaknesses, make me easy prey, on the night the screaming stops, I am ripe to possess I feel a presence here It dissolves time and space Too much to bear its face Its form I can’t explain I watch as they all shine, within the gleam in the dunes, it strangely illuminates and malforms their appearance Their sounds permeate, I’m sinking whilst loathing, suffering my obsessions, I’ll materialise as an abomination I feel a presence here It dissolves time and space Too much to bear its face Its form I can’t explain A psychic invasion, inside of the lie, fighting the inevitable, whispering their scathing attacks Detach from nature, and abandon the soul, feed into my revenge, and renounce the material It’s just my ecstasy, to relinquish my love, it’s not easy to miss, something which has never been There is nothing left, all the lights have gone out, my memory’s fading, but I’ll imprint my misery on you forever I feel a presence here It dissolves time and space Too much to bear its face Its form I can’t explain I hear the sirens They’re calling my name A stench of death Exudes in here I reap the curse The one that I sow Chewed to pieces By the mouth of madness So, remember the one The omnipotent Grim Tormentor… Grim Tormentor… Grim Tormentor… Grim Tormentor… I am the virus I complete disorder With endless corruption These souls worth nothing They gather around The silver throne I perceive an endless might, consumed by my extraction Ergotism feeds my thrall, adopted to a strange extinction An unknowable language makes me retch, it feeds my confusion Words I’ll never understand, lead me to the black moon They speak of some sort of love, I’m disallowed to indulge Malady of the chosen ones, I observe their convulsions Grim Tormentor… Grim Tormentor… Grim Tormentor… Grim Tormentor… How will they pay? Hate The familiar problem, flesh Painful regurgitation, scorns Complacent druggist, dreams I see a great rift haunted by a malignant ghost, an echo of an ominous voice frantically chattering about a vortex that should have never been opened, as its torment slowly…. chimes I wait for their scars to open and for the evil to emerge from the ground The greatest play of our lives Lost and absorbed in our lies Preparing for the atrocity that will fuel the storm of an endless disconnect, an arduous process that concludes the continuous perpetuum in the disarray A sign of calamity, waking the nameless, a consistent excursion, I’m dying and there is no escape Seething in pain, enduring their torture, I’ll drown in the fumes, my torment here is my greatest pleasure A disturbing shape, infests my appearance, a fleshy creation, attempting to escape from it is futile The lawless universe, and the evil of nature, my organs they rot, along with a thousand dreams of my delight I feel a presence here It dissolves time and space Too much to bear its face Its form I can’t explain A charted illusion, traps me in my fears, I’m chanting their names, without light in here their voices chew me This whitened space, its emptiness taunts me, my divine isolation, a dismal descent from the ageless I feel a presence here It dissolves time and space Too much to bear its face Its form I can’t explain

Serene disarray, sedition of a thousand chances, leads forth my dismay A conundrum, it is in here I think that I died, my soul ripped apart but I’m still breathing Grand punishment, my wrongs are all that I can call my own, now I’m the one who’ll fucking pay A constant despair, it might just eat what’s left of my mind, another journey to the reprise A long hopeless search, a severed piece of cosmic strangeness, leads me to desolation I am the constant, a speech of a strange method grieving, chronicling the coming rapture The psychographer, whose scribblings desecrate these walls, in the hearts of all wraiths In search of the void, basking in the heights beyond every wrath, the lurker of the barathrum The thirst which holds all the keys Absorbed in an endless denial Disgust for my bestial flesh The sacred disgorge my remains I watch as the skies turn to red, they’ll take me far from this moon The darkness constitutes for an endless and immeasurable return These scars here only represent, the friends who left me behind My limbs are only a farce, my eyes are what holds the true terror The scopeless inferno below Its opulent materials sedate I drink from the lake of blood and fire Its entrails expose me as a liar These dissidents ploy against me, in an attempt to caress me A consistent descent of the damned, we pray to the newfound flesh Thrashing inside the rotting womb, drowning in a pool of vomit Opaque signs from the ghost of decay, what could it make of my screams The abyss in the distance gives its mysterious commands, it fails me, with this wound I indulge the celestial matter with lustrous content, my form, it disgusts A tool of corruption meets the needs that I desire, anguish, undignified The doppelgänger breeds toxicity to combat its torment, spreading, their malady Burning from within they express their discontent, swarming, with the locust The aimless wanderer is maliciously misled, exploiting, their gloom I leave the field, abandoning my search and I leave behind, all my superficial desires On the dawn of my expulsion, I undergo a strange surgery A carnival of unknown origin with its face burned into me A baffling problem of this so-called utopia, blasted from below the earth The demolished zone littered with unearthed masks, an anomaly for the stars A bloodless body of the celestial depicting only its most gruesome grimace Rebirthing its lively nature, engulfed by my own condemnation No more will I dream My passions they fade here Ruled by my creation My own abomination I carry this demon It sits here on my back I hear its voice in me It tells me what to think It clears my mind for me All its thoughts are mine It made me its psychograph Why won’t it fucking die!

This formidable exigency A neon glow which infests and burns my skin, it incapacitates me Choking on my own saliva, entombed within my thrall, a fool A thousand pale monoliths, binding their grand monuments, in bloom Lightning echoes in the past they’re welcomed to the surface, all these worms Larvae crawl inside my brain, and lead me to their ruin, aghast Everything in here has died, except for my charred body and disdain Clusters of calamities This desolation’s malformed Divisions of celestial matter Ignite the benighted ones Egregious moon, it changes colour and shape My precious spleen, protects me from their scorn and hate This senseless perusal, leads only to sorrow and pain but I’m not the one, engulfed by the grip of winter A maelstrom, washes away the present moment The enemy, lets me run free in my prison Aimlessly moving, I question if I even exist Within my thrall, my soul becomes a foreign body Nothing interesting ever happens here, it all just endlessly repeats itself I am lost in the nonsense of this tomb, but I can’t leave as I need to be controlled The keys to the whole prison are in here, but I see only what I want to see My speech’s stilted from the lack of air; my plight so trivial, it no longer hurts An uneventful dwindling awaits me, and I’m just drifting from one cell to the next In my chains I’m protected from the cold, no rhyme or reason to my comfort, I am free A magnified contention absorbs me, it’s the only flame left that burns in here These walls here are all which will remain of me, and I colour them with my despondency I implode without any second chances I detach from all here that surrounds me The Devil contorts those left in my mind’s eye My memories ripped out along with my intestines Lurker Devil Worship my Thrall Mourning The lost faces A ghost in my window stares at me, but I’m too blind to realise it’s just me The storm, which I’m protected from in here, flawless by design in its lifelessness Returning to the den of constant sighs, with time they fade, but still echo in here sometimes These illusions let me lose myself, no one to blame, it has always been my choice The barathrum blooms, takes me away from here It pulls me deeper within, it marks me with its branding iron

A divine liquid, I sing for all the faces of calamity, and I yell out for mercilessness as an overwhelming facetiousness absorbs me. My essence was stolen from me, hidden inside streaks of yellow bile and an oath for electric blood, to reignite the old flame of the somnambulist who died in these arms. They ingested ergot just to survive, clinging desperately to the last thread of enlightenment. You’re the same as I am, traversing across this caliginous tomb. A profound fear of abandonment in the maladaptive glossolalia permeating within these psychography stained walls which are mine, you’ll extract only the most luxurious materials of that which was left by the wise, and the only purpose of my begetting was just to obscure the immaterial which floats below my fabled regression into the land. I have borne witness to the immeasurable light and sound. I have watched as time and space collapsed in on itself, merely saved by the comfort of the bearer of light, and with their unfathomable face, I am reborn. An uncorrupted dark unfurling related to its messianic climax, catapulted only by the most luxurious demands The unassuming nomad preaching only the dismal word of their shackling in freedom, feeding off the torment of all those who bore witness to their face A gradual recovery of the necessary mutilations which appeased their past misgivings, the good song they thought they sang was only one of jealousy In opposition to their instincts, they fell further down the barathrum, offering their possessions to buy salvation from their rule To hypnotise those once extinct, a dire soul which always looms, the beast in death of demons, they put salt inside their wounds An obfuscation which sees no change but serves only to obsess, those now lost hope it’ll bring back life, but it only brings more pain Overwhelmed by hatred for the faceless ones who brought me here, they stick their hooks inside my spine and celebrate my agony Hundreds of rats under my skin, chew aimlessly into my humours, I am their saviour and with me they’ll crawl inside the sarcophagus Mesmerised By my reflection It repulses me but this only draws me nearer I am king So where is my throne? I know only pain So where is my reward? My profound loneliness Protects me from evil I reached a plateau In my self-loathing These thoughtless nights Only make me shiver The locust laughs and it only makes me quiver Another gasp Interrupts my breathing I breed calamity It reminds me of needing I’m lost observing These contorting faces Their tragedies here Are to fulfil my wishes Those deafening screams Are my absolution Staring down the cliff Bowing to the worm’s head A clandestine cult Speaks of grand machinations Even these atrocities I can’t call my own The putrescent sun penetrates those once blackened eyes of the harvester, a magnetism from the sky, gives way unto further impiety No justice for these misdeeds, but only an exacerbation of humiliation, a congregation of the miscreants, a sorrowful charade A descendant of the nuclear winter watches over those forlorn ruins, still reaping these unending consequences in a stifled form of grief I anticipate my journey into the abyss, and the emptiness it brings, when the fucking sun has risen, that’s when I’ll take my leave The gates are open and I’m in my grave Even in death I cannot escape The fruits of my labour I see myself in the vines My carnivorous decline In the not-too-distant past The dystopian treatise Drives me towards the non-future I’m enamoured by its flame The ruins of its shadow burn The decadence of power and the confines of the carnal Ending their inquisitions They’re blown to smithereens I sit here trapped in my demise, it is cold in here My soul too deformed to recognise, I broke from the continuum I stand for thee to magnetise To satisfy me they’ll materialise I am calmed and freed by its magnitude, this is my opium To stare within the macrocosm, I drown beneath the jewels The mystery of my survival, I am a snake within the shadows My saviour lies in control, the outside world can’t hurt me here With their dismal sanguine dreams They perpetuate my melancholy The torment in these histrionics A torture chamber in my body A maladapted greed pulls me through this wicked paradox These instantaneous moments serve only as the toil for our gathering I am the wound, a never-ending vacuum I am the wound, a glaring permanence I am the wound, the syndrome of our grieving I am the wound, I mark their insipid petulance Blinded by the one and only night on which I felt like a whole I was only placed as a reminder of their veiled impotence I am the wound, a never-ending vacuum I am the wound, a glaring permanence I am the wound, the syndrome of our grieving I am the wound, I mark their insipid petulance I am the wound, a never-ending vacuum I am the wound, a glaring permanence I am the wound, the syndrome of our grieving I am the wound, I mark their insipid petulance To divulge the poison’s greatness, would only be a sign of great incompetence The shallow breathing in these waters drowns out the noise of kindred spirits I am the wound, a never-ending vacuum I am the wound, a glaring permanence I am the wound, the syndrome of our grieving I am the wound, I mark their insipid petulance I am the wound…... Tainted by my own proclivity to dream, washed ashore I dwell on my embarrassment Nausea, the ink has forever left its stain, as I enter this strange and noxious house To leave a hole I drown in my own vomit, a paradise in my benign anaesthesia A spasm puts an end to this masquerade, a rebirth brings me another reinforcement Green Sinking Into the blue The offering I traverse Bloodless Mars Untouched on the steppe, I am inhaling soot, as a ghost of the dismal winter To gnash at the sight of glee and scour, pray for the miracle back in time I’m on the lam, where I could have been born Attempt to forget, and try to avoid My blood on the ice, they sever the plains I’ll restart the world, as the destroyer of time And with their twisted minds, they become possessed by their celestial tormentors, robust exterminators and purveyors of deafening fear These distorting eyes lead me to the inferno riddled with ergot and not even the humidity can drag me across the macadam The atmosphere in the thespian city engulfed by fire A parallax which begets only more and more out of all past atrocities A disastrous drought pulls me through the nocturnal meridian I’m dancing to and fro during these never-ending nights and for a time, the nuclear winter was only a figment of my nightmares since then, it has become so cold, only my ergotism keeps me warm Disturbed by the spiritual aggressor perpetuating war, greed and disease, whilst sailing the seas of radiation and riding on their triumph over life An incipit materialisation of the underground eye of fatalism, imprinting a simulacrum over these wretched, decaying skies, which are only known by the unknown

A great evil lies dormant in these walls Its rage exponentially exacerbates in me As I slowly manifest in my cocoon I seethe as I anticipate the switch My disgrace is what they orchestrate An existence tainted by hauntology It strikes me only with its meaningless roars Like an abandoned child born without a face My body stricken by anaemia I try to figure out the aetiology In the shade I wither with exuberance Everything is possible, yet nothing is Malign shapes reflected on the field I observe these shadows precariously The perilous position I find them in The phantom of erosion carries my grief Another failure in atoning for my sins I execrate for they interrupt my feast These fictitious remarks will rearrange These curses are realigned with my despair My extraction reaping from their wont The barathrum emerging from the black My crucifix cannot protect me here I check my name and its already on the list I can’t escape from that which I forfeit I check my vitals and the results are mixed Looking for the broken piece, I took the bait With this callow naivety, I’ll self-destruct I sold my soul for the lies they told me here They gather as the majesty here falls The joy it brings when they fall into despair They talk of piety when they hear of my duress And still, I find myself full of belief The anguish that they bring is hyacinthine These conversations only leave me seeing red I can’t help but lift my decrepit fist in vain Take me somewhere where the birds sing I no longer want to dwell here Trapped in this vociferous cult A concrete jungle in which I’m drowning I declare war on my surroundings To exercise my despotism I find my most intimate friends Only in my most brutal visions Stuck in a play without an ending Like all the things I took for certain They’re disappearing right before me They vanish here without a trace My skull is cracked and my brain’s leaking The accidental joy of my trepanning I find with it my one true calling Inside my manual of terror The requiem of an appalling desultory, it whispers beneath me In awe of the last jaded beast, it lost its strength without veneer I exclaim my statement of contempt, a failure of these dystopian times An edifice which seems to reaffirm the plagues, with indolence it burns out I desire to put out the flame of violence, I know I hold the fire in me This posturing can’t hide my fear of evil, without love I’ll never see tomorrow I see only pain In the nuclear house I hear only screams In my victorious plight And I have no objections Trapped in my asylum Which I know I can’t leave So, humiliate me some more These asylum tourists I am their inferno their atrocious exhibit their divine comedy As I embrace the feeling of submission, they force open my eyes I drift and embrace their prayers, and the crowns as they are trembling They almost always remind me, of the most glowing of plains They live in my memories, along with the promises that they made The insight from the wilderness, by dawn of my inmost soul My paradise escapes me, like the gods of the deep The shadow of the abyss, exposes me as a fool It is all rather auspicious, so why shan’t I delight I slither around in the dirt; will it wash away all my pain Of everything that brings me shame, this prospect scares me the most An abstract pattern A ghost of these structures I am cursed to remember What it may have looked like It was as if time and space Folded in on themselves Extinction of man Extinction in me

A born meddler, drowning in silence Clamorous sorrows, drive me home This bed of sickness, is anathema to me I dash into the woods, in a state of blind horror I lay bare these questions, henceforth they’ll take my soul The meaning in the stars, when will the black moon vanish? Exiguous myrmidons, on the hollow sounding steps A sight of infinite pain, its serenity no longer obscures So, witness my duality, during these egregious nights To fester in my paroxysms, I walk to where the sun has set A meaningless and endless trail, but I know of nothing else It is here I aimlessly walk forever, waiting for it all to end I long for their piety, and I will pray for a better way The endless chattering of their futures, which sounds like gibberish to me A victim of credulity, I gaze upon the heavens An insoluble mystery, I am marred by these inscriptions and my skin is marked by this ugly lichen growth Extinction pointing downwards, just as I had seen it on the rock All the rivers here will dry, I saw it written amongst the stones but my will still hasn’t died, I remembered it before I died To cut the grain of this separation, the awful words of the consecration Endless moans grow louder here, their sound glowing and indescribable In darkness I fly away, I form these shapes to my impression Lurking with a faint glimmer of hope, travelling down this bottomless pit I wish to dream of a way, I hope to find it when I’m lucid I’ll escape to the astral, you won’t have to walk me up there The inferno after dark I long for it with a great pity This hysteria is my reality Exposed for the whole world to see Thrashing to and fro with all these changes I am frail from this contemplation Content and happy, they watch me weeping Merriment sparks in their eyes, they know I’m needing To keep me safe in the barathrum, my brain fog leads me astray They’ve magnified my disease, to protect me from my own self and why should I sit here and wait, when I could be someone else So, keep me away from the fuel, or I’ll set the whole world ablaze In the pond of recollection There is not much left of my reflection In the forest, my congregation I connect to the weeds in question Spellbound without much trepidation I oblige with a little perturbation I feel the torment of a thousand ages I hear their voices, but I can’t see their faces A solitude which crowns me, as the emperor of this empty hole and my only choice is to dig, one day I’ll emerge on the other side A muffled silence fills my cocoon, and I embrace the darkness round me Year after year I remain, like static, but I’ve run out of offerings An immaculate lack of dignity, I have become the words I speak, disgusting and unquestionable In the corner of this poised corruption, I carry the toil of all evil doers, a great work of ages A most terrible discovery, the atrocious deception of the holy, the utmost forbidden of all sights This muffled and constant cacophony, a frightful yet exceptional mistake, its sound makes me retch The old star is still gleaming, it blazes through the empty skies, their wake indolent A cold whisper, the crash which destroys the day and its stark quintessence, with these pathetic divinations An imperfect congruence, the lost faces of calamity now stalk me here, as I live in constant fear Infinity is all which I see, I exhibit only the most loathsome caresses, it’s just I against I and the house still burns, I sing with all the ghosts inside the fire, with them I am accepted The joy of ergot keeps me still, I will escape the thrall of my desires, on the night the screaming stops