Dodheimsgard - Ion Storm

Am I not your super hero
Am I not your golden chain
War fixation, I won the game
Transmit this remedy
Transmit this gain

Prosperity - I'll came across you between the shades
With superior blessings
That apparently was holding the staff
Of which blindness could foresee

Trouble in the corridor
Drained through the system of foundations,
Dear in cruelty
Simulating the opponent
Well besmeared with toxic phlegm

Let me lick you, frustrated joy
A canyon of courage with soar feet
A paradise in motion,

Born without a scruple
Could I please be left alone now

In my hand I hold the science, of which
Nothing can ever penetrate
In my hand I hold the plague
Where silence will proceed
Wild bindings, an opportunity for great men,
And with or without them in honor, just for fun
I mingle with the fountains of all that I've seen

Substantial is the millenium
And proud is the frog that predicated his amusement
All for benefit of reluctant ideas
Like envy is the falsehood, while the morning after
Is all that is between us
As laughter is planted in mortal void
And unwilling wisdom is abroad

Wandering alone in this shapeless halls of nothing
And watch it increase as the shining becomes stronger
This stranger is a "place" for you to rest

Deathspell Omega - A Chore For The Lost

An exhausted fall into disgrace, famished for peace, for a mere moment of respite in dying eternities, on the verge of being deprived of all humanity: non-sens is the outcome of every possible sense, it is the start of transcendence, the dissolution that spreads without limits and the critical violation; what pleasure of inconceivable purity there is in being an object of abhorrence for the sole being to whom destiny links my life! The rupture is too profound to stand up, nothing remains but a terrified consolation in a laughable renunciation that is not the one of a single man, thou art not dead to the devoration of sin!

Every human being not going to the extreme limit is the servant or the enemy of man and the accomplice of a nameless obscenity.

Let us be a blight on the orchard, on all orchards of this world, even the least of these words will be judged during the times of reckoning, bearing a latent damnation, a feverish seduction exasperated in death, every letter is a code to extreme horror, utter contempt and divine conflict; it is a lethal to speak the language of resistance, every gasp exhales a particle of the remission of Golgotha, as if the blazing Logos demanded the exercise of the fragile power just above the annihilation, the one of a harmony in ruins; it is a task for a man who cannot bear any longer to be, a chore for the lost in the denial of free will: perinde ac cadaver!

Le vent de la Vérité a répondu comme une gifle à la joue tendue de la piété

God of terror, very low dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us...

Benighted In Sodom - Liquid flowing from a slashed wrist

Therefore, unto myself and a thousand stars did I cast a blade, and that blade did expiate with blood and euphoria the eyes that witnessed an aeon of flickering, though there is not enough sacrifice to satisfy the grinning and impious abysses of inevitability.

To what shall I relinquish these secrets of mortal lamentation and cosmic delusion? I can only perish, that I may find my opiate in eternal pain. I can only surrender, for wingless angels will inject heavenly emptiness into my veins.
Dilating black and gray with the sun.

It is so unearthly and beautiful,
I never dreamed of a forever as beautiful as this.
I never imagined that I could suffer this deeply, and yet I find myself painfully awake beneath a hail of razors and screaming skies of intoxicating agony, draining away the despair with a quiet and listless desperation.

Deliver me through the gates and spare not for me a single plague
From my wrists, I will weave rivers and wrap their paths around the heart of my mortality,
smothering the hope that I might save myself from this
I manifest as the affliction that captivates my soul so lovingly
But I wither behind a mirror

Behind my eyes, just the same

Ved Buens Ende - Remembrance Of Things Past

This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us...
We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds...

I have touched winds...
I have touched sorrows...
(I touched the devil once...)

...and I have touched the past...

It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer.
But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived.
It.
I have left now. (Have I not?)

The thorns embraced us,
while resemblance dragged us further down.
It burried our minds.

None shall outlive this rhyme...

Monumentum - On Perspective Of Spiritual Catharsis

The Silence is my PERFECT Partner
I Feel IT, in my daily Actions
I Remove all the Past ILLUSIONS
that GRIP away from my mouth

My Carnal Shape is COMPLETE and Strong
and this is the PURE Human form
the Sounds of Words and Thoughts
are NOTHING but the Uncertainty
of ALL is supposed to be Known

The LIMBO is the Dry Season I BEG for
it Bleed out my dreamy Soul,ALONE and lifeless
Sands cover the last CARESS of Life
no PAIN is concerned to help the REBORN thru my shroud

Hanging in the BALANCE of a perfect Mind
and in the Truth of a NON-SENSE RELIGION
once I fed my HEAD now I BETRAY my Body
it's all I have the LIES carry an entire Existence

The SEPARATION from every New Day
engulfe the Misery of me that still Kill
my SPIRITUAL MOVEMENTS
and the SUPREME desire to be one with the Infinity
have Swallowed not only my PRIDE to live
but the Indifference will rule in my World
THE BLIND MASS CAN'T GET ME

Limbonic Art - Beneath The Burial Surface

The sky is darkening soon the night befall
Righteously angels are weeping for my soul
All childhood dreams are soon to be lost
All innocence to be shattered

I am the fallen, from grace

Water from a thousand tears floats in streams
The feeling from a thousand years flow over me
As I once again return to the cemetery gate
I hear the dismal call from the hollow grave

My face is a river
See my eyes as they drown in black
My sacred doom and nemesis
Beneath the burial surface
To the final act of the immortal sin
I am lead by burial winds

The life I leave to exchange with death
As the charlatan breeds with a dragons breath
Crossing the path to the world below
In a deathlike silence I chamber my soul