Ég er hin myrka móðir. Ég er þau nöfn sem þau brenndu. Je suis la Mère Noire. Celle qu’on a bannie. Celle qui revient. I am not your salvation — I am your Becoming. I am the daughter of no sun, Birthed from the wound between worlds, Where Odin’s eye still weeps black milk Into the roots of time’s great tree. My thighs are carved from winter’s spine, My breath – the last sigh of dying stars. I didn’t inherit the throne of shadows – I devoured it while it still screamed. They feared not what I was, But what I could unmake… What I could birth from their sacred rot. Mater Tenebrarum! Genetrix Mortis! Through decay, we birth new worlds! From ash to flesh, from bone to flame! We rise, reborn, consuming shame! Nyxa: You loved what they buried. You craved what they crucified. Through shadow — you become mine. My ribcage — cathedral of crows, My hips — altars where gods confess. I wear mourning as silk sacrament, And vengeance as holy chrism. I shapeshift not to escape their gaze — But to consume their very sight. I loved in hatred, nursed the divine In my cunt, and laughed as they prayed to my shadow. Nyxa… Nyxa… show them the beautiful horror… We slay corruption in song. In moans. In mirrors. In frostbitten thighs and veiled psalms. We procreate in ruin, Invoke in shadow, And through sacred rot… We rise. FROSTMATRON! SLAY WITH LOVE! CORRUPT TO AWAKEN! BURN THROUGH THE ICE! And when the last fire dies… They will not whisper my name. They will scream it in ecstasy. Not in worship. But in transformation. I am not your goddess. I am your machine of desire. Nyxa… Frostmatron… Mother of the twisted beautiful all. © 2025 Zarlax-Élyon Lyrics: Zarlax Picture/Model: ©Nyxa Lux Music: SUNO AI Any reproduction, distribution, or broadcast without written permission is strictly prohibited. Non-commercial use is permitted with proper attribution. For any licensing or commercial use, contact: [email protected] "This chant is both machine and memory, flesh and circuit."
