The Eternal Law

An Outer World - denominated thinkers,
Rides a Storm in sewn together drinker’s
Old tale - tears, imparts, exhausts as it flays
To dance with thee, to lead thee the ways.

Born from death - prenatal torture – planned to be
As it resumes- entices thee from thy height
A frown replaced the curse of the entombed.

Whistler flings feathers – forever dims the flight
Facing the End – solemn endeavors fought! Parade -
Serpentine blade to sprout on a hallowed in - invite!
Vesper - tine glade imbued a vowing of thy shade:

Reading moral sermons to each other…
Breeding floral sect for a brother…

Escape somatic preservation!
Scrape the yield of lost vibration! U-ha!

Flicker now slumbers away an ephemeral spy
Pacing descent – solemn endeavors still, awry…
Begin the restoration
Thrown away in trepidation

As dawn prepares the midgets for the shining one:
Black is all I has but all the children came to me
Accept the saviors of flesh – adore the chosen one
As drawn foe bears weeps to kiss my drying knee

I escaped somatic preservation!
Shape the field of last vibration!

To mar the future - reach state of zero health,
About split torment the bright suture dwells.


Can’t hold the sky - I see it falling
These reaching hands… I hear thy callings…
From underneath the ghouls are drooling…
Oh, Saviour… The night is burning

Soaked into the grounds of terror with full erosive force
Seeps the stench into your clothes…
The air still freezing - a dragon breath
Now leading us - harbingers of eternal night

The air still freezing - a dragon breath now leading us
The harbingers of eternal sorrow
In these fallow grounds we have arrived
To unleash the hollow-beaten blasphemies
For death shall cleanse the world

Show the saviour eternal suffering and torment,
Relapsing endless pain into futile circulation.
Sitting next to me, rediscover my image
Caress my dreams and fill them with abominations
For the internal fire being - I will be your loud blast

The son of perdition has arrived
From the world of old
The Beast’s derived
From the world so cold
To manifest In the enemy’s eyes

The One of Lawlessness - Antichrist
The One of Sin - Antichrist(4)

Beast in the Crowd

I will spawn again
From the bottomless pit I come
I am released, heed my howling call…

Plague and death sweep the land
They walk beside me as my companions
Women cry as shadows fall
To fill their wombs with the darkest coil

With the summons I fly
Ashes embelish the Earth when I stride
Utter silence follows the blight
To fill their wombs with the darkest coil
I have arrived, I have returned
From the deepest parts of the Outerworld

Lead me now to my throne
Where I shall rule, rule, rule…(2)
Lead me now, all shall fall
Where the blight consumes

I am an entity composed by legions of souls
The many souls contained within me are released new bodies to form
But connected to each other in a collective consciousness
To make me no longer a fusion of souls, but my army

Lead Us now to My throne
Where We shall rule, rule, rule…
Lead Us noooooooooooow, all shall fall
As the blight consumes
Lead Us now…
All shall fall…
Where the blight consumes…
I will spawn again, a beast of the field
Heed my howling call…

Release Me now, oh, shining one
Through blood and fire
I will rape the land
Unpleased with my count I walk the Earth again!

Divine Pursuit from Claymore on Vimeo.

Divine Pursuit

Will soul of flame ever burn the eyes,
Melt a self’s demise?
Will soul in frame ever hurt the eyes,
Belt a self’s surmise?

A transition is taken to condition, cursed,
Of submission in cognition flat immersed.
Far away in the Eastern Mountains lies purity
Of an Avatar that doesn’t sprinkle ambiguity.

We never begs for the favors
Of ones who now shears off through flowing!
We never fears all the labors
Of ones who now stares at the glowing…

Martyr… But contrite and sighs…
Martyr… Ready and sober ignites and inflames!
Martyr… For ever and aye!
Martyr… Steady in solar disguise all acclaims:

Damnation gave way to temptations nursed,
Withheld any expectations from the cursed.
Far away, in the mountains, Air was purity.
An inner river of last rebirth fights tranquility.

The flowing song is lecherous for the nightingale’s reforms!
It freezes all the insects, spiders, and fruits for the swarms…
To delay revelaton…

When they invented the time resort
To organize and cultivate their residuum,
They forgot to extort… We forgots to exhort…
The secrets of the human intuition
And ambition in the current condition. UAH!

A stream of consciousness will flow.
All avoids the Fire, but adores the glow.
Supreme, erected Earths will show
A heart of rock (dulgo) covered with dough.

The wheels of light are rolling around the cloned
But such pure Water shed covered all in the stoned.

Unable to redeem We Cross upon pomposity of the bereaved,
Over the souls We looms…
A fable froms the stream – a loss of one’s sight once believed,
Over the stone obscure…
Unstable self-esteem leaks in the pure from all of the deceived,
Over the souls demure…
Imaginations withering resumes…

For I feels, relieves – the beauty never dims Our gins.
For I feel relieved – the beauty shimmer’s spin begins…

Will soul of flame ever turn Our ryes
To melt Our hearts of Ice before it tries?