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First Vision:

Threw the tormented labyrinth the Pessimistic Marshall went…


« The Ultimate shaman has passed,
Riding the eight legs wind.
Ansur spoke and turn the eyes
Toward an inner cosmos.
Ignorance and Paranoia
In the soul of undead,
A pure magmatic fluid…
Falling in a deep abyss : Labyrinth »

Intuition made him fall in this endless labyrinth,
Gazing himself in the mirror ground.
There is no more hidding places for lies... LIES!

Years of ride on this endless path,
Falling with Kenas the Destructor
ô Labyrinth!
And walking with Kenas the Creator.
ô Paranoďa!

Accompany by his image and the Anvil.
He forged an armour… too thick
For penetration of other’s eyes… as his own ones,
Losing mark and casting a mad glow.

Hurricane of bloody and bright colours raised around him.
His armour became smoke.
While his eyes adapted their vision to the fog,
Gazing and choosing amongst the 1000 doors.
To leave the labyrinth of Paranoia!
Ansur!

Nnourcsum's March

A new vision has been born. The Pessimistic Marshall joined the sick legion of Nnourcsum to lead them to victory against Civilis.


A shapeless tongue,
Sparkling as sulphur from the soil,
Drows the vast landscapes by its reviving aura.

Holy wine of stinking divinity
Pour from this ineffable mass.
Of blood and pus, the world is overflowed with…
Of an organic cream, the plan is flooded.

Percussions of an insane and degenerated Nature
Rhythm of the vile becoming atmosphere.
Animals sing the almost (eternal) agony
Of a Pessimist Marshall.
Trees are losing their leaves,
As crystal tears.

Deserts and marshes of high flesh
Follow Nnourcsum’s Legions.
The Rhythm of the humanoid flesh is moving irregularly,
Wandering random paths,
And worshiping a Mountain of putrid secretions.

Ephemeral Hulktabakt’s cult is at the height.
Frustration, parasite, life leech of an ancient time
Fall as vomit on those cubic dweller’s towns.

As infernal cicada’s complains…
Sun is dying, heat is getting colder;
Frost moon cast her curse on the ruins.
Landscape turned to melancholic ochre.
Shadows are falling on morbid carnival.

Smell of epidemic winds blow threw the streets.
Fetid corpses, rotten by moist air.
Sick insect's symphony amongst the brown fields,
As infernal cicadas' complains.

Here is the Twilight of Immortality
Here is the Dawn of Hopelessness!

Human weeps introduce the nearly life leech.
Waves of hungry bird of prey dancing on the meat ground.
Life Leech...

Nnourcsum's Carnival

An ephemereal celebration of the victory in Nnourcsum.


Nnourcsum Reich's blaze
Is rising back in the firmament.
Derrickt spreads his laughs up to within,
Waking our undead roots.
In the old people-home,
The candle light has felt into madness.
Creepy drew in squalid.
Inanimated drown into motion.

Cymbals rise in this cemetery.
Time of Ceremony.

Evil grimace has been awaken on the sick faces.
No need costumes.
No need wears.
Only emotions reign.

Marshall Pessimistic leading at front.
The infernal legions follow
With the succubus majorette
And the plague-stricken drummers.
Decrepit dismembereds shaking on bone trucks.

Down's syndromed disables dancing on the meat carpet
Transsexual beauties rise

Dance of the dwarfs and fats' stomachs
Spreads their harmony.
Vermin will sing the grey euphoria,
In the brown streets.

The orgy of evilness is near,
Don't fear the monstrous carnival,
Enjoy the rotten fest!

The Crimson Marsh

And so after celebrating the victory, the plagued nation of Nnourcsum fell under the sign of Destiny. The Pessimistic Marshall erred threw a devasted world : crimson lands as his own hands. He waled threw the endless marshed before falling in unconsciousness…


Black haze hanging in scarlet pipes,
Climbing to the pandemonium.
Beverage flask half empty.
Perfect gaze in an infinitesimal world.

Awaken threw this eternal lethargy,
Brightness pierces my armour of thousand needles,
Magnetizing to the abyss of bitterness.
I am praying in a leaden sea my exhumation.

Petrified in a frost cocoon,
Tortured screams, hollow drums surround,
Acid and rotten odours haunt the coffin.

Sticky tentacles caress my restless skin
I feel my long agony,
Deep inside this endless swirling slide.

Indifferent vertigo pulls my eyes off,
My boiling stomac emerges, but the lips are soldered.
My brain is falling down.
I give up to madness.

Morbid hole... chaotic nightmare... in a cubic egg.
Lost. Drawn.
Unleashed.
It will be over...
But when?

Crystal Tear of Melancholy

Finally lost among the Crimson Marsh, the Pessimistic Marshall fell into unconsciousness...