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A Night That Ends, As All Nights End, When the Sun Rises

We, who built ourselves to paradigm. We, who wore a colossal weight with pride. In a niche of faunus extravagance we ruled a tundra of malice. Providence trades hands with exigence as the wolves chase us in to the thicket. Oh, the weight of it! 

Anamnesis II: A Dry, Sterile Thunder, Without Rain

...And the feeling body shudders and lurches on the edge Quaking with dead inertia- a caged oak suppressed from the instant that seed took root in earth the promised of a monolith. All I see are saplings shackled to stone a genocide of all we've sown. I am wa...

Anarchic I-IV

The frozen earth lays still, dead but every dreaming… Dreams spurred by the morrowind, chilled by snows of yesteryear. Awaken, eyes open, awake to decomposition. Partake of this brumal genocide, for all else has been swallowed! Death, the beast has becom...

Anarchic V-VII

Roots thaw a spread their gnarled fingers and find their way unto the heart of stone. We may amble the earth on nimble toes once more. Breathe, breathe deeply, empty of excess, life is in abundance. Hark! and exhale, the heart beats onwards. The dull...

Blossoms Will Sprout From the Carcass

We walk upon the soaked carcasses of those who once gave us life. Be it rain, wind of the weight of finality, the cadavers fall and fall. Day light is meek, and the night grows long and cold. Fungi lurch forward for a final gulping breath. All is returned to t...

Caliginosity

I behold the world through cold, dead eyes. The womb is barren and infertile. The sun grows shy and the night grows strong. We are all cast down and enslaved by the ripping cold. The field is a frozen corpse, but life seems to linger in the air, a mist both ri...

Orthodox Painted with the Ash of Pine

Here, where the heathen spirit grows; where a murder of crows will join us in lonely suicide; where the elms lull with their heads in the clouds. Orthodox painted with the ash of ash. The serene, fleeing sun paints the forest with a vermilion charm. Here, wher...

Smoldering Embers

Worldeater- swallower of worlds and devourer or the biosphere: my wounds are salted by every lapsing second of thy malevolent subsistence. The earth is darker than conception, and yet the lights never fade. False stars cast forged light across the faces of hol...

The Drums Pound Every Night in a Glorious Celebration of Life

Cast them in to the fire, totems of sacrifice and woe, for the Sun god is here, and he is generous. The drums pound every night in a glorious celebration of life! The earth is bountiful and rich- fertilized and multiplied. The sky gives way to great storms,...