abandon or progress dependent upon reckoning corrosion and excess solidifying emptiness while we look away in deceiving comfort turning off feel never alone always all connection lost the welcoming glow of projected light in servitude relieves restless minds 

CLOSER TO MACHINE (2011)

Standing tall 
and crushing on
through the biting and bitter cold...
these are the only coals that still burn,
the undying tinder of
defiant survival,

that glow with a primal strength 
steadily in a cyclic 
rhythm of determination
overwhelming the bloody 
gates of opposition.

hurtling through the night
like a stone that won't stop
thrashing into dawn 
with a searing ferver
time wanes, eyes red
in search of alleviation
tearing the will 
for a gleam of solace

To the horizon
all sights affixed, ablaze
beset by scavengers 
dancing with a reeling hunger
but they inspire no fear
or hatred
only pitied laughter thrown at
their feeble posturing. 

And the wind of solemn anguish,
once a gnawing pain lashed upon
what was left 
exposed
to feel it's kiss
now a welcome breeze 
beckoning 
like a frozen mistress

To the horizon
all sights affixed, ablaze
beset by scavengers 
dancing with a reeling hunger
but they inspire no fear
or hatred
only left standing tall and
holding on to these cherished embers
carried all the way to the funeral pyre
in calloused palms, and calloused minds
the sustenance that will not tire
blizzards seek no forgiveness
and whip without cruelty
facing the storms would be a lot easier
completely numb 
although, it's nice to be warm


All Sights Affixed, Ablaze

eerie twilight brings the dank
and musty comfort of nostaglic decay
the shearing dissonant, exciting fear
in the terrible purity of a nascent nightmare

chaotic geometry that was revealed
left shimmering under strains of isolation
an annihilating force of exhileration
the nocturnal bliss of a gravitating terror

the unity of death envoking 
the darkest signature of scribbled perfection
within the rabid pit of doggerel tribulation
evolving with rapid progression

in rejection of the false radiance 
that abacinates
captivated by the culmination of 1 through 36
seeking truth or something bearing semblance
to sever the self from preordained servility
with a steady fretting hand, compelled to 
venture into these hostile realms of 
crepuscular grimness... 
its daunting beautiful allure that shatters
the disharmonic abject unison
of the monolithic cult's breeching tendrils
that feed upon the dreams of the living dead...
under the late-winter's crescent moon,
the stars will kneel before the vulture


Morningstar

onward to dethrone 
every king of every realm
behold I am the savage
thrusting the rusted pike
into your fatty gullet

one by one 
I'll watch your houses burn
and witness your bemused
astonishment 
taste your sour fear 
and bitter regret
as the fabric of everything
unravels

storming with spite through 
darkness into the open
heart of bloated greed
tonight we vanquish 
all that remains to crush
the crooked crown

on the unrelenting wind,
into the unknown
burning all which blocks
our path to glory

Vanquish

In the tepid torrent of mundanity,
and embracing hollow grace of humanity's shadow,
lays the dogged impetus in waiting
watching the world from a shallow grave
amongst the scabbed that fester in burlap sacks,
and the rattling of hallowed shackles,
lays the dogged impetus in waiting
beneath silouettes of concrete, it begins

ripping through the dry and weathered husks
of atrophy and crusted loss
washing over these desolate mental fields
crushing illusions of motionlessness

everything is moving in constant rescension

turning around to face death's altar 
as uncertainty collides with 
triumphant burning jubilation
becoming a vortex
forcing the hand of fate
upon the table 
lifting the veil the shrouds
the path ahead
to gaze beyond the empty stare
of a concrete edifice
peeling away the ambiance of
swollen flies
come to me! in the acid rain
of vindication 
come to me in the halls 
of exalted flesh
where bodies writhe against
the noise the stiffles
I will be harkening to the 
reprise of the empty wells
that bleed again, with 
no denial of form or potency
come to me! with all the weight
of the great lakes!
come now to me and wipe away
the insulated drought!


Circle Of Vortices

Desperations lead the waking life
paranoid and sleep deprived
awaiting further visitations
for in the distance rings the
echo of it's calling once again

as this lituus carves into the
flesh of the stars,
feel my senses devoured by the
auspice of sordid revelation

It Demands

It Militates

Across the heavens
a final stone was cast
spitting molten grief
that ignited the opulent
as cities fell beneath 
the seas that heaved
upon the scabs
in rapturous mockery,
the reaping scythe 
showed no favour

Earth quakes in penultimate
volcanic fits as
Venom seeps from vulgar mouths
that tear at their masters
Chaos reigns as the Sun sets upon
their fetid dynasty

the great sepulchre of mother earth's
sprawling ruination opens before
the burned clutching hollow idols

weight courting the bruise 
and torture of grace that cowers 
through shoulders and spines 
thirst flowers toward the glow of a tear 
that dissolves the cement

was it the end? the last breath of the carbon ones
across the fold 
consuming their young on the barren altar
of a tainted celestial womb 
leaving behind nothing but ashes and bones 
picked clean by buzzards!
is it the end? the final yawn of sentience 
or another dawn of red tears 
and fresh suffering

It Tyrannizes

Carrion

A heavy darkness from the North.
Debut full-length album, 
'All Sights Affixed, Ablaze' (1st pressing) available at 
http://www.idoloffear.com  

IDOL OF FEAR

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