[Chaohinon]

The Black Dahlia Murder - The Blackest Incarnation

I awaken -- deep in the grasp of frozen pines
Not a shred of clothing, yet I feel no cold
The woods envelope my soul
Perception multiplies
My senses heighten to extremes

My heart beat ever increasing
The only sound aside from the wailing of the wind through the trees

I know no fear
Boundaries of mortal human flesh have abandoned me as I am renewed
I dreamt of such a mutation for countless winter nights
My essence became that of a beast
I gracefully cut through the forest
Shedding my former husk
Unfettered by the hindrances of past

My purpose manifests, I am void of delusion
I am born into this wolven form in seek of human flesh

Lead by vampiric hunger
I will to feast upon the bones of the meek
The marrow of my enemies

Lusting to be bathed in the blood of a child
To quench my maw with shreds of virgin flesh
To tear apart he who I once was
To rid the world of his feeble lies

For days I travel north, leaving a trail of hollowed bodies in my frigid wake
Finding my way back home to stalk amongst the feeble mortals
In the clothing of a sheep
Envenomed, I am the blackest incarnation
The end of their disease

On my arrival, vengeance swings a heavy hand
Crushing the will of god

For countless winter nights I have dreamt of such a day
I'd watch the humans crawl 'neath a swirling den of pain

The plight of all creation
The fall of their existence
Extinction, the will of humanity
Forsaken by my hand

Oh weep, the angels shall be destroyed
As claws remove their wings
Jaws sodden in the purest blood
In the purest blood I bathe

This blackened hand shall reap
Shall reap insurmountable
Undying, cleaving the sickly hearts of mortals true
Earth falls as heaven shall
Crumbing as god has taken knee and felt his creation's pain
The humans' pain

Our lord has birthed the perfect evil unto this fragile earth
The sands of time now weigh against you
Pounding your weathered backs
Impending dread is cast upon you to swallow whole your faith
The boundaries of your mortality are the only remorse you'll be shown
I arrive unwritten to blacken the work of your lord
Your god so feeble, allowed for this end to be born
Your god so feeble, trampled 'neath my wrath

To die crushed beneath my fist
To fall as heaven shall

My purpose manifests, I am void of delusion
I am born into this wolven form in seek of human flesh

Deathspell Omega - Kenose part II

Therefore, God honors the sword so highly
That He calls it His own ordinance, and will not have men say
Or imagine that they have invented it or instituted it
For the hand that wields this sword and slays with it is then
No more man's hand, but God's, and it is not man,
But God, who hangs, tortures, beheads, slays and fights
All these are His work and His judgments...
Plerosis, answering the strident call of felony,
Filling the void of purity gone instantly...

Instigating manifold quadrants of industrialized death,
An avid Moloch, never satiated, an endless Feast,
Following the principle of reversibility of merits, shattering up the Word
As Pillars of grayish Soulfire spurt out to a bereaved firmament
... I am the son of Man, and this in erring reason's spite, is my pride...
War, be enthroned, a form of divine retribution!
Execution,
Be sacred, agent of divine Providence!

Man, lost somewhere between the restrictive force
Of Cain and the expansive force of Abel,
Falls from his median position between Angel and Beast
Each time he ceases to desire a being superior to himself
Adam's descent into materiality,
May it be questioned...
The separating line between the Saved and the Damned,
May it be questioned...

If there is to be a multiplicity of forms, can one thing be worse
Unless another is better, or one be better unless another is worse...
Those who would eliminate the worse from the universe would eliminate
Providence itself
Interrogate the patterns of the prophetic mode,
Perceive the two faces of the Divine
And shed the just, divine retribution
Quantified, a suppurating cross, alike in blood and scoria

Microcosm,
The details of a burning body, vivid and morbid,
Flaming eyes perceived through a virtuous glance,
A swollen tongue protruding through the nasal apertures, hanging lips bruised,
Teeth overcome with rot, long arms that hang down to the feet and odors foul...
Explicit is the belief that God permits his creatures to be reviled and scorned
And that this is their only means of Salvation

Thesaurus Ecclesiae
The memory of a stagnant and somber vale
Inhabited by ethereal purity,
Violet and blood-red crucifixes,
Sulfurous shrines and red-glowing demonism
Thou shalt bringeth the chalice of divine wrath and final consummation
To thine lips, and drink with confidence...
Tell me, sweet child, why are tears rolling from your eyes?