Birthwort hecatomb

[Legjion]

Debouching tentacles of millennial suffering
longing to rip the ground of pretension.
Brought forth by painlit falchionstabs
scalding to immaterialize
exhilaration.
Waterless seas become the cradle.
Annihilation flames for structure.
None can hold the reins of stampede.
We, as ours this thrum of time,
drawing cosmogonic zest of slaughter.
Withered, forgotten
all extrinsic existence.
No now for all, feed to never.
Laud of prodigal raids
through wolfish initiation.
Revolving bolsterdoom generator.
In strife, irruption, acid ravenclouds.
Bloodfill irrigator, vengeful vulture, render out.
Mouth stowage symphony.
Shutting gods down.
Ideological penetration, physical involver,
bonded copulation of delicate hatewish.
Essential practice of natural aggression.
Lo, deathcrush circumfuse!
An order of chaotic birth pangs.
Abrupt dogma decay by instinctual lorefalls.
Iconoclastic terraform.
Hostile precipitation
under the banner of hecatomb.
Birthwort the havoc ritual performed.
Ability is a feast of vigour.
Painted warhounds
water indulgence.


19.3.5

[Leila]

painlit
falchionstabs
cosmogonic??

Kam mesuar shume fjale te reja, if anything. Plus! :D

[liliella]

ty sduhet me ti heq syte per 1 sekond se shih ca bohet.... fmi i flliqt , ku msove ti per annihilation e falchionstabs.
ec njehere te te lexoj nje perralle me kesulkuqe e ujk :)

[Henri]

Vetëm nai death metal në sfond i mungon. Ncq ncq ncq... shumë e mbingarkuar si ndjenjë, do na krijojë ndonjë tsunami knej nga bregu tjetër.

[Legjion]

painlit = pan + lit, interpret at will e.g. lit by pain, or lit pain
falchionstab = falchion + stab. falchion is a single-edged sword, used mainly in medieval times 13th-15th cent. because armours had begun being very efficient in stopping most swords up to then. so there came falchion with a chopping power to devastate any adversary, cleaving through any armour. its hit surely scared the shit out of those attending the horror while delivering a sudden death painstrike to the unfortunate, if done properly ;). been used for other stuff too ;)
cosmogonic, cosmogony = cosmos + gonos/genos anc.gr. for world birth, world creation, basically for mythological depicting of world creation as also the act of world creation itself. here used as adjective. - hm, of same method: theogony = creation of gods, origins of gods etc, not widely used as adjectives, but still used.
o sí, metal de la muerte para mi :) pero si no te gusta un tsunami, no vaya al océano :)
saludos a todos y un beso mojado a mi cristal lechoso

[Leila]

I hadn't gone to the other forum in so long, but the way you put the date at the end reminded me.

[Legjion]

A reaction captured by mechanical
death noise,
white underdeveloped
dehydrated shapes of biomorphical drone,
learning to expand
with cadential empty stares,
to nowhere.

Pieces of cold
geared with misplaced moments of
awareness.
when sun and moon ask for teeth,
generating projected energy.

Schemes deployed on temporary wounds.
The mineral hemostats.

Organically driven,
rhymes a winter circle,
sacrificing to its own sanctions,
the demon of old,
while telling the truth under shadows of victimization.

Why does he keep the snakes still crawling?
- still here?
Frozen not?

Primordial expectations while laughing at the wolves.
Where is the armory of will?
My one purpose knives:
the death dynamics in this environment?

This is ancient wisdom I dare call
madness.
Demons in their source
along with snakes.
What tongue do them carvings speak?

Wordless creatures.

I defy your winter and bring my children forth!
Undead will the exception strive
against
obstacles.

The teeth are mine,
the wisdom is yours!
Who will wonder of notions while drowning?

Name the insane animal!

Carve your wisdom upon stone?
- or carve the animal?

There is
this
stir of growing hunger...


13.6.5

[darwin]

I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene
I - to cleanse, to purge, to breath eternity and smother all life
Blind - these mortal men of clay, divine in their harassed form
I - this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure

The pendulum swings semi-attached to the center of all
I drug these minds into ruin and contempt-the acid smoke of burning souls

This is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true?
Not destined for incarceration, I crave my nothingness

The illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail?
I see through the eyes of the of the blind
Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am
The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness-willing it to dust

Re-disintegration. Convulse. A dead universe-Impales this twilight
Fear aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour. Despair
Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have.

A snail along a straight razor-dividing itself through motion
I charge this feeble product of god
Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions
Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation

Solitude in splendor has been rivalled
Shroud stained with tarblack vomit
Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses
The strain of armageddon evolves

Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos
I devour this manure of existence-infertile, barren, whole
Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith

Sacrilige in persona. In truth, fundamentally twisted
A witness to this savage carnage. A frenzy of animosity
The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation
The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread

Conception derived from misconceptions
The dimensionless features of truth
Silence in the core of undoing
Untie its knots and set it loose

The inertia of my existence is clear
Permutations of slaughtered worlds
I alone will behold the dying sky
A servant of eternity

Progress finally, emergence of doom complete
Here only to reverse the flow of life
I

(Tri-fixion, kam ca kohe pa i degjuar..po merrem me vargjet.. ky tipi ketu po e realizon veten si zot..lol, eshte i kurueshem..

..mos u nxeh per copyright-in.. s'kam talent per vargje : P )

[Legjion]

Wounded stones,
Trailed by greyhound clouds
Down leaden vested murals,
Flensing marks,
In thickening air,
With broken lights.

Under reversed skies,
Can you stand the frost,
Unfed?
Can you still hear the water run?
Latent intent.
Throb in fear.
What do you fear?
Here are no wings,
And you shall not sleep.


20.12.5

[ShadowOftheBest]

Freezed blood on boiling ground
immaculate feelings do not compound
Fighting against your gods with fingernails

Its like whispering your anger against
My hurricane