Dispatching the Curse of Uncreation - Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Quiesence, so precious, well-nigh forgotten

Echoes through the wooden baronial hall

Smouldering ornaments, marvelous shimmering

Beyond human entities, incinerating the throne

In a semblance of triangular madness

The worlds ash bursts the urn, breathe, breathe

The decay, the ruin, death.

Suffuse the spirit with

The deepest of all abysms, thrust sanity

Down into crimson depths

The worlds ash bursts the urn

Breathe, breathe the decay, the ruin, death

Shatter the Self at times rising predawn, negate

All hope, confidence, existence.

Withdraw

Vigour from the will, the will from vigour

Unfold within the entirety of nonentity

Renew tides slackening cycle.

Stride on

Into thereafter, the before, the here and now

Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts, drown

In the murky hole of reeking degeneration

Dispatch the curse of divine uncreation

Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts

Drown in the murky hole of reeking degeneration