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dpobeda Devoid of Charity (Hanker for Blood)
Альбом · Black Metal Kingdom Of Evil And Might · 2026 · Метал
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Shards of a dying halo fall like glass rain
Across the cathedral of unspoken names
Where fevered angels writhe in reverse
Reciting creation as an obscene curse
Unbound from marrow-lit scripture
Carve psalms into the ribs of night
Each word a larva of blasphemy
Each breath an eclipse taking bite
Velvet-throated specters hum in dissonance
Tongues forked in liturgical decay
They crown the void with insect diadems
And bid the sun to kneel and flay
No silence—only the scraping of wings
On the rusted gates of dawn undone
A procession of veiled catastrophes
Orbiting the carcass of a blackened sun
Did you hear it?
The choir beneath the soil
They sing in teeth, in soil, in recoil
They sing of you
Veins unravel into thorned equations
Blood spells fractal invocations
A labyrinth sewn from unborn screams
Spirals inward through shattered dreams
Crescendo of shrieking violins of bone
Plucked by fingers not their own
The tempo breaks—convulses—drowns
In arrhythmic, convulsive crowns
I am the echo that devoured its source
A parasite enthroned in remorse
No symmetry, no sacred design
Just the collapse of the serpentine spine
Ashen brides in mourning veils
Dance where gravity itself derails
Their steps inscribe forbidden lore
In circles that were lines before
And time
Time fractures into feral shards
Gnawing through its own memoirs
A self-consuming ouroboros hymn
Where endings rot and beginnings dim
Sudden rupture
Claws of harpsichord lightning strike
Through the ribcage of the sky
Every note a necrotic spike
Where constellations go to die
I drink from chalices of storming graves
Where drowned prayers ferment as waves
No refrain to tether me
Only spirals—endlessly
Fall inward… inward… inward
A final disintegration of sense and form
Language peels from meaning’s bone
Syntax writhes, dethroned, alone
Vowels bleed into sharpened cries
Consonants fracture—multiply
Ia
No
Threnody—entropy
Sever the throat of continuity
I become
Un-become
The sum of none
And in the last collapsing tone
A silence
So loud
It claws