Never Deny From the Powers of Sorcery
The night air is gently moved by the banshees, their howling is heard between the frost... the fullmoon is shinning with a mesmerizing light she gazes at the sky, her skin is white and soft, she's white as death, her breath carries the frost, it stops life... her soft hand of pale skin touches the ground, she shows a gentle smile in her face, the air is poisoned with disease, the earth gets purified by death, the plague has begun again...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
Devils of the sea, remember! Dwellers of the underworld, remember! Spirits of the depths, remember captives of an unbroken spell, they hear a sudden call from the deep, a glimpse into the endless night, it brings the congregation of ten to the sand of a virgin beach, the stars show the way, sea burial for living disciples on the spring of life, at the funeral pire, tears of dispear are swallen by the sea, fire on the beach! Waves start to rumble, black clouds darken the sky, the storm comes from the northern horizon, now the rain starts to fall down, water into water, the lightning strikes at dawn, the skies and the sea become as one. Solo: Drowning into the dark sea Now the fog involves the violent fire absorving the ashes, spirits of the elder victims appear in a desperate pledge for mercy, but the sea will never stop, remember!
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
The black book is open, it's pages of dried human flesh remain unwritten, virgin of all goodness, the word of Satan is whispered in the left ear of the necromander... her left hand slides the human bone made pen through it's pages in a state of deep trance, the black ink mixed with infants blood and ashes takes it's own form as the writings go on, an ancient rite finally performed, dead but dreaming, the witch's state when the writings reach the end, time extinguished for her, the witch is possessed, dead but dreaming! Spells and invocations to the demons of hell writen beside the keys drawn in seven days, words of evil and the names of terror of the king of hell, incantations so strong that can turn the enchanter into stone...she will keep the seal of this secret by her own life, by the six thousand terrors of hell, the book gets self conscience, it's spells to strongs to be contained under this form, the covers must be closed under seven keys, the words writen beside the symbols, the spells here exposed, the power unleashed by this evil. Here is written the unholy book of evil!
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
By the swing of the scythe a revelation shall be given, to consolidate the realm of terror, breaking down like a hammer all the wear walls of sanity, a disease... the skylike precious stones, protectors of the black soul are attacked by traitors but inside the fires of hate grow bigger and rougher, fed by the desire of revenge, the spell of black omen that left on the surface a small part of the total complexion has been refused...once again the path to the core is widely open and the return of the tyrant shall be sung through ages to reach the armet of knowledge through wich the pandemonic fires shine dirhearting the ones of the right path. Naked hands with no weapons but armed by the fires of rage, fingers of iron opress to strangle until the reaper comes again, couldn't it be that such a powerful poison could be asimilated by the one to die, and the one to die learned from it's killing formula and create from it and even more dreadful one shooting back the secret poisonous arrow to it's coward owner... this is it, such a rotten soul can not be killed by spells of the mortals, in return here it comes, the chaos!
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
For the weapon conceived By evil, for it's blade made Of silver, the one that was Stealed by the witches and Was made to be a holy image, For the sharp weapon of the Devil, for it's hilt made of Bone unburied from a holy Grave from a slave of the Right path, that once was It's right arm! For the blood Thirsty knife of fear, for The blood that's been poured By the sharp edge of terror, And for the bloodbath never To stop. Ready for the KILL! The moon templates with Her icy shine the edge of this Weapon consagrated to the Gods of death and impurity Tempting to it's use, for Feasting on hot blood. A hand Is used by the knife to move Deep inside with a morbid Rush, to feel the flow of Blood, innards exposed to The freezing moon, with her Light, the blood shines black, And a light steam emanates From the still beating heart. SOLO: Ritual Mutilations The knife is pleased to feel The taste of blood, integrated As one with the hand... The Knife comes from within! Under The sign of hate and under The moonshine the blade Shall rise from within! Ritualistic death, or death For revenge, death for Pleasure, death for despite Death for fear, death by the Knife, always by the knife... Ritual mutilation, death for Pleasing the gods of death in Demand for their attention, Always by the knife!
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
From the dawn of ageless Times, for the great evil that Comes from the past, some Lifes will have to end for Satan to rule again, crowds In black move into the Pentagram to worship the Merciless god of hell. Time runs against the sun To recover the eternal night, Let the black star of hell Unshine in the sky, the light Will fade forever! It's not the Thrill of death that will Please the evil one, it's the Cruelty of the act, it's the Ritual! This coven has not And end, it will never end! And so we are dead, but still Walking, into the akelarre!
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
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