A breach beyond the cloak of midnight A solitary sun A chaos in a halo A void consuming light and dark A mind enraptured in the solitude A memory of pain Fading into entropy Awash upon the shores like rain The swirling heart of memory Is an open wound And I beneath the stars Here in my open tomb remain The flowers wilt And scatter over my grave As the sun of midnight fades away again My petition calls the world forth to the dawn I cut away the bandage and the cloth In a memory beholden to the clots A witness to the end Awakened sleep Yet still I dream Awakened sleep Yet still I breath What lies beyond What lifts our strength to the sun Recollect What lies beyond What brings us up from the mud Recollect

The solar avarice, the fallen god To stoke the fire pits, to face the Lord My soul is sick of it, the death of words This be a chrysalis, this be a scourge Lightless fall through a pit of swords The fire inside a burning forge The severed chains, the tolling bell A throne to seat the lord of Hell Transformation into force Forests burned and iron scorched

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A spear of light to span the break A searing edge, serrated, the lightest touch draws blood A notch in time Liminal, and void beyond My holy scaffold Inscriptions in the flesh of sky I reach beyond the pattern Falling deep Inscriptions in the icy dark I reach beyond my vision Inscriptions in the welts of time I build a thousand bridges to the sun Peripheral shadows at the breach I invoke the trenchant solitude The limit impressed upon my eyes Nightmare, madness, laughter at the glare This transformation Soul deforms and shatters bone Forbidden pleasures I subsume the far beyond

Tenebrous bleak form The shadows of the mind Inveterate as chaos storm Illumined threads unwined A bleak feast of bones and dust The serpent's tail consumed An open door, a window shut A house of broken looms The empty spaces call the eyes The phosphenes thick within like flies

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Rabid the faithless elect, chosen of God, heart of the flame Soldiers of emptiness flee from the light, enter the blaze Empty of thought, empty of promise, empty of name Empty of knowledge, formless and shapeless, offering praise An offering of flesh to a worthless god Savage and rapt, ravaging teeth Knowledge for blood, severed unclean An idol under Aaron's rod Gathering up, clamoring down Crosses erect, dissidents drowned Propagation, this flight of severed wings Veneration of whom the angels sing Devastation; this blight to them we bring (Your temple below calls the soul into splendor) Nucleation; renew the final things (Your venomous heart bleeds a poison horrendous) Flesh is the weapon, soul is the spark Tenebrous trembling, bestial mark Flesh is the holy, soul is the lame Venomous worship, truth is disclaimed Twelve black hearts in the temple of God Gathering up with centripetal force Twelve black lanterns hung in the morgue Never to hallow always to mourn The dust a last remnant of the holy places within our minds and hearts, we rebuild, towering scaffolds hung with skulls and viscera, their shadows sprawl in perverse shapes, grotesque and pungent, trembling at the peal of the bells, ringing to the depths, calling the world to evil. Rest assured that you yet remain of some worth to them. Put your back into it and bend your knees for the copper. And when the last light is finally gone, we tread on ice towards God, hoping to revive what's lost.