Force Fed Enlightenment
Awaken They shall be faceless wraiths Untainted demons They shall breed nightmare They shall be apostles of the night The Knightbreed Demon seed They shall be archangels of Apocalypse Awake! Demons They shall take the form of snakes Untainted wraiths They shall take the form of snakes And crawl into the night Think and they shall be Speak and they shall breathe
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Feed them the dawning tale of meaning This operation shall awaken the decent Fake relish their pieces Embellish the reason Set talons to bleed them And damage the seasoning Feed them the yawning ale Disease now means nothing to them Fake polish their faces Hateful adoration Abolish the layers of taste built beneath their shit Favorite flavours Oh, if the enemy could taste its wings Savouring flavours Until the enemy dissolves Soulless hordes Contorted forms They gorge Oh, misery Would they sing to be saved? Consuming life They have tried to feed the void But failed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
They perform flux osmosis intravenous They're pitiful Do they celebrate reincarnation? They want to seep through the body with a... Give us your soul (3x) They perform flux osmosis intravenous They're pitiful Do they celebrate reincarnation? They want to seep through the body with a knife
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
The secret is to see the ornaments that fall and rise again Demons crawl between these bloodstained walls Agents of automation; reaping their dreams Ceaseless in fornication But their sacred sun could never see behind black eyes Thank volition Sleepless Like leeches they feed Murdering Djinn as they speak Ageless Archangels beware They always exist on the edge of something Of anything This is the body patrolled Vestibule entrant persuasion Destitute border control Soul immigration of Satan Insolent order reborn Evident headless invasion This is the body reformed To breathe through the water Lest ye be burned The secret is to see the ornaments that rise and fall again Reasons fall beneath these dead stale halls of night Flight monition Destitute border revolt Contamination of Satan This is the body betrothed Satan!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
I have wrestled with the best May heaven be tested A million angels laid to rest But I am mourning My hastiness too late to be erased A million dead birds My hastiness too late to be erased A million dead birds laughing For I am nothing Without my nemesis
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Take heed They call They take to the brain like ants They feed They crawl They nest in the head The sleep above the shores of neverness With the keeper of the horde in heavenly seats Elevated to see surrendered antenna of freedom Still they creep upon the pores of reverence Where the sequence of their calls can never be seen Salivation misleads Mandibles wait Separation and wavelength Fixed position Hold transmission till informed Relinquished of this penetrating torment They play upon a tone set to beacon beasts Saint mastication are the destined to be taken to his teeth Electro magnetic pulse elevate their being So the enemy can lament his feed...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
They assume a different shape as they become aware of the cancer that eats at their flesh a revelation of death and life becomes more than just the pieces of dreams that it was in the beginning of this faceless creation An anemone breathing A cancerous wound Tasteless in form yet faithful to all that it tastes it remains Though it remains insatiable wasting its form on the flavourless aura of hatred Born and bred in the incessant cesspool of neverness It never preyed before it preyed on them And though it hates them It will remember them
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Why fight the branch that brings life? Are you too weak to feed? Old Maple Taste of the trees Their fucking leaves are falling The seeds are forming Bloodsores on their knees When will your punnets reveal the secrets of salvation? Witch fruits baring bitterness and wine
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Who said it would take so many heathens to make a candle? Just so they could see the flame make it way down a severed spine Swine Be terror with a razor implanted sideways in that split Terror wrist And just wait until you see the darkness under the diamond Invent an island and see whether it sinks or floats on a bed of fire Isolate the waves and be remade into anothers saviour Death is impenetrable poison sewn onto the inside of the eyeball Now that's incentive I've always been excited at why so many humans can be contaminated by another's nightmare Is that still providence or is the bitch just industry Bleet bleet The sheep sleep peacefully in their character corrective pasture, solemnly blamed but still honoured with and without my knowledge Now wasn't that a simple symbolic gesture of sanity? They're all innocent and lame But when they summon the snake all their heads will be taken Fiends Exiled by violence The aliens reanimate their kings
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Listen to the pulse of the microscopic generation History is repulsed as they commenmorate incarceration They'll get blisters on their knees when contamination breeds Let them preach what they eat as they speak through malevolent teeth Await the leech To be freed from the dreaming deep Evidently neverness lake's leaking Listen to the bold as they coordinate initiation Vestibular assault on the macrocosmic instigation An elevation of the war wit heviscerated form Let them fall with their swords as they taunt with malevolent force
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Have they surrendered their feet? Have they surrendered their thinking? Have they surrendered their speech? Have they surrendered their being to me? Have they surrendered everything to me? Have they surrendered to weakness?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Bleed for the maggot inside them He is their lie He is breathless bestial enchantment They are the walking prison of angels Shall they continue to seek passage to a modern life? Shall they continue to speak until one of us lacerates their wings? We are the indigo beast An anamorphic calibration of black magick Light ingested, night desensitized He is sentimental waste In the middle of a wasted century He is the sentimental wasteland Obsolete foundation His invasion will awaken To release their sacred secret light Dream to dismember his lies So they can seek Heaven The sacred seat of never Shall they continue to seek passage to a modern life?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
She parts with a finger-licked lesion Breaking the sheathing with ease Demanding the semen of legions Take rest in the recess beneath Fertilization of demons Ornamentative rape An ovulation preceding to pain The wasted become her waist A celebration of leeches They lay blessed as she came On a blanket of heathens, masturbating Vicoden eyes Spawned from the desolate trench of the uterus line Lysogent raping pathogen child Heartless face adorned Darkness laced with open sores Bastard race befall Dark, embrace the never born Her pain forever feeds the deep whenever she breeds Her seed shall leave disease wherever they bleed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026