Oh, how we writhe
Intelligent life
Exists in the æther
They spirit away
The souls of the lost
On whispers subverting
streams of unconsciousness

Revealed unto me
Revelations of loss
Alone in the dark
in the Garden of Eyes
Kin of the loathsome,
born of the Black Star
That is not dead,
Which can eternal lie

The gulf in between
Illusions and dreams
Negative liminal spaces
Where it all slips away

This schism
Of mind/body dichotomy
Hearts of want
rejoice
The filth will provide
The most exquisite
Life of hedonistic opulence
To indulge in absolute control
of your mind

Engkantos (the shifters),
And their progenies of man
Hide within
Ancient illusions
Primordial magic that
Defies all known logic
Hides The Black City
From the eyes that would
Use them

Within the walls
The madness creeps in
Each day that you spend here
Brings you further from God
Something that’s gained
Means that something else has
To be lost

Evil thrives within Samar
Raising monoliths
Empowering animist magic
Hidden away
From profane eyes
Guarded by projections
Of ethereal static

Somethings wrong
The stars in the sky
Don’t move like they used to
An entire society whose existence
Implies the mastery
Of sciences beyond
human cognition

Their primary directive
To manifest directly
Singularity of mind
Of all slaves
And all masters
Temporal distortions,
Violent and churning
A space where time
Moves in every direction

Moonwells draw power
From astral alignments
Serving as a network
Automating
The creation of ley lines
The field it creates
Allowing them access
To anti-physics and mind control

Beneath the non-euclidean skyline
Lies every treasure that
You’ve ever wanted before
It’s all just for you
Please have it
We insist

What have you done!?
There’s no going back to the
Life you once knew
The ephemeral vestiges
of your vanishing sanity
Disappear with your childhood
as their tethers take root

Fickle dreams
are replaced by zealous
and fervent
idolatry of the omnipotent fiends
Their sigils harvest
Infinitely
Gravitational waves
Of the freezing moon

Within the temples
The High Priestess orders
Celestial Weavers who
transmute
The intangible
The Oblivion Chain
Amplifies their domain
Beyond impenetrable
Incorporeal borders

Where did they come from?
Their subordinate fetishes
Beyond the threshold
Not all’s as it seems
Atrophy takes what it wants
Of a body
Covered in sores
On a breathing machine

Begging the question
Did we spark their interest
Creatures that act
in defiance of death
Offering souls
And all of our secrets
To the vast
non-enumerable
faceless

Leveraging
Dimensions
And hypnotic suggestions
They exploit the things
That we treat with reverence
In order to research
The probability
Of their insidious
And profitable severance

Biringan

The old will have died,
while the young have forgotten
See how the Tree of Life
succumbs to the rotting?
And so the meek
shall inherit the beatings.
This is the cost of
making heroes of weaklings.

There's a void in this life,
oily and beating
In the space in your chest
where a heart was once bleeding
Skulls of betrayers
to be replaced by the stone
and left in the pile to die all alone

Those in this life
Who thought they could stop me
Now writhe in the shallows
of self-loathing grief
Every negative intention
And past cast aspersion
Is sacred to me
Knowing you suffer
from the psychic torture
fills my black heart with
insidious glee
Invoking rituals
in the name of The Master
(they feed the black flames
 of my dark revelry)

All of my life
the whispers of dead dreamers
turned into the voices of
friends I could trust
Nightmares
That keep pulling me back
to my dark fantasies
of violence and lust
Memories
of the things that I know
haven't ever
happened before.
The miasma
of torment and torture
The imposters
will be forced to endure

My only regret,
there's not enough bullets
to put enough holes
in my "Dearest of friends"
To think that I cared,
Do you think that I give a shit
how this fucking tragedy ends?

So, in disgust
I wait and I wretch
while you vie to be crowned
The King of the Idiots
Intrusive thoughts
More frequent and violent
Turn my legacy into something  
vile and hideous

Thieves waging war for the throne of false culture
They can be first to join the most hated few
Something is very wrong with this picture
Your death will be the only thing
they remember of you


In Disgust

Cross my heart
I hope you die
Witness how you sicken me
The vile sum,
In perfect form,
of all the ways things should not be
These frames display
the caustic echoes
of a fractured memory
Out of order
Bears repeating
Fragments of
its dying dream

Go ahead,
say the words
you think you should
before you die
We have only
Just begun
Lies you sell
through blistered eyes
Have no meaning
in this prison
You have built
in "thine convictions"
Don't you think
that those around you
Might be worth
some more suspicion?

(All of them are lying to you)

They find you repulsive,
Praying for you to
succumb to convulsions
Proud of yourself?
It gives me conniptions
Is this what you wanted?
What you envisioned?
(Bleck)
Oh, how they loathe you,
The things that they say
about you with derision
(They think you're disgusting)
Just fucking awful
A mess of impulsive
neurotic decisions

Fixate on your sick obsession
Misery becomes addicting
Proliferate the pain inflicted
The champion of contradictions
Stand upon the blackened shore
And watch your life receding
Never to again return
Flesh devoid of inner meaning
Faint reflections in dark water
Now betray a life worth ending
You're the victim,
always were
Then and now,
Forevermore
Deep within the
noxious cloister
A coven forms
In spite of me
Rejects in their vacant purpose
Spreading polluted inferior genes

♪♫♪

The sabled void
Aquarian freebase
Turning the psyche
to festering vapor
I simply would never
bestow you the mercy
of spending the rest of your days
in forced labor
Listen up closely,
hear the transmissions
The veil, it eclipses
your failing sedition
These are your options,
There are no other choices
Absolute nothing or
Tortured perdition

Hallowed envy,
Views remotely
From its vapid, proxied orbit.
Life and time,
space and death contort
a consciousness aborted

You’ve seen this thing before
“The Parasite Ethos” of ill minds
There's a mass
And it's spreading
This is life on borrowed time

To free these beasts
From mortal coil
Foretells an omen 
Of disorder
A terrible danger
Fate would be severed 
from the shattered cosmic order

To believe
The greater lie, 
Shoulder incrementing burdens
The path that they 
would have you walk
For your meager
Sordid portion

Kolobos