Undulating Echoes of Stirring Subconscious

Born defective Disgusted by his own form He carves at the skin not his own To shape one new Hands that wind separate from mind, Eyes that see not self, A voice buzzing, snickering, “this is wrong,” Is what is seen really there? Will I see this with anything but disgust? Will any sculpting satisfy? Will I ever accept this unlike body? Dispiteous perceptions In the black abysses Fingers which reach through the mind Influenced by outside avarice Emptiness, erosion of mind Vision perceives outré form Engulfed by ageless grievance Could he be wrong if told this his whole life? Will I see this with any feeling but disgust? I know no sculpting will satisfy. But will I ever accept this unlike body?

(Mysticis) احرك الفراغ (Vanitas) إله القديم يصحو dog tiodi na dnuor gnilaripS setulf sseldnim niht eht ot gnicnaD A contract to be signed in blood In the house of primordial chaos I know this name to be pure fear Beyond angled space I cannot tread I must end these dreams (Mysticis) حركت الفراغ (Vanitas) احتاج هذا حلم ينتهي (Durantia) أغلق الستار (Aeternis) إله الميت ينام

Rend this filth made flesh, Tear away your woes. Transcend this body of excrement, Become as gold. Return to the earth stained by blood, Receive the pain earned by conquest. Bask in the ecstasy of pain. Λυπη--embodiment of agony, Accept this humblest of sacrifices. Rend this filth made flesh, Tear away your sins. Escape this body of excrement, You can never be gold.

Ache in anguish, Weep and grieve. Let these tears stain the blood-soaked ground. Hear the waves crash upon the shore. The plunge, the churning depths of your ache, The tall crags reaching at ink-blotted clouds. The son beckons, The sun weeps.

All is lost to you! Beckoning is the call beyond, The distant undulation of sweet sorrow, Rising and falling. "The wood rots, worms crawl beneath. The flesh decays, reducing to bone. No sight of light in months, The sun and moon have gone from me."

Я не вижу... это вы? Мои дети? Мои дорогой? Я не понимаю. Где вы? Где я? Я не могу связаться с вами В тумане.

Tongue severed, left impotent, A dream meaningless after you left. A disgusting creature, have I become? For two long years this name has echoed in these walls. Egg of Divine Ruler! Claim your rightful heir! Let us begin the chant of offering. A kingdom paved by millions of dead, Their bodies fertilizing long-dried soil. Many more are needed for your reign, All you need is recite the words, and power will be yours... Vous… Parmi tout les milliers de camarades et des dizienes de milliers d’ennemis, vous, et vous seulement, avez obscurci la vision de mon rête. Je sacrifie. Arm severed, eye gouged out, My love taken before me, a family sacrificed.

Gasp and sputter the acrid air Fingers which twist and pluck at spirit Muscle and sinew, the feast of giants The sum of our labors: a gilded platter Invocation of material gods Earthbound and ephemeral megaliths The right hand: beasts imbued with vile cruelty Sentinels hollowed and preserved by avarice The left hand: the chattering teeth of power Whispered promises which keep their favor Be embraced by the smell of foul smoke