Malice of Antiquity
From the wells of distant night Through unbroken, shrouded lines Elder knowledge was upheld Unforgotten were the shrines Where the spirits of the timeworn dwelled Silent still Now the world of man remains Ignorant in peace until They emerge from their domains Mountainous leviathan is rising from the past Black miasmas slowly spread Devastating revelator, grim iconoclast Feed until this world is dead Called from out the pit below He will reach the earthly shore Once again mankind will know Forgotten horrors when he goes to war Viciously As once more the sky invites Malice of antiquity Rising from the olden sites Mountainous leviathan is rising from the past Black miasmas slowly spread Devastating revelator, grim iconoclast Feed until this world is dead Purging the world of thoughts without worth Clerics of falsehoods thrown on the pyres Smoke of catharsis covers the earth Scriptures of fallacies, burnt with the liars Come, drink your fill For the blood of man remains Unbeset by fear until You emerge from your domains Mountainous leviathan is rising from the past Black miasmas slowly spread Devastating revelator, grim iconoclast Feed until this world is dead Fire of catharsis, torch the world
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
A spirit damned to bleak descent Unhinged by pain without release Begot one final monument Of black and gruesome agonies Fingers digging deep into A carcass’ sallow flesh and bone The torso gives as teeth bite through He gorges to protect his throne Strange and masterful creation Wonder, rendered out of sight A soul condemned to ruination By the daughters of the night In a torrent of dark that was never to cease He wrought horrors upon the walls In the smothering silence of torturous peace He heard the abyssal calls Towering upon the hill A god from out the ancient days Has gathered them to speak his will And teach them the forgotten ways Strange and masterful creation Wonder rendered out of sight A soul condemned to ruination By the daughters of the night In the shadowy crypt under lightless skies Was a phantasmagoria of fates By the flickering flames and the unmoving eyes He was opening up the gates In a torrent of dark that was never to cease He wrought horrors upon the walls In the smothering silence of torturous peace He heard the abyssal calls In seclusion and furor he answered back With a madness rendered in paint A masterpiece out of sickness and black Without sanity’s constraint
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Inhuman shapes of flesh contort In pangs of agony The throes of endless pain distort Their last humanity A glow of pallid fire looms By their discordant shrills A chasmal gaping mouth consumes Their bodies and their wills Their crying, a work of choral art Undying, yet always torn apart Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends Where blighted souls in woe forever will abide A dream where grief and mutilation never ends Cascading torsos sailing through The heavens’ black opaque From fountains streaming flesh into A scarlet, screaming lake Beside, a field where limbs ablaze Half-buried wildly twist Cadavers burn for endless days But pain and life persist Their crying, a work of choral art Undying, yet always torn apart Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends Where blighted souls in woe forever will abide A dream where grief and mutilation never ends A garden made material by His fantasies of blight Where things that dwell beyond the sky Can revel in delight A place of astral marvels where The souls of men are drowned In lakes of blood and tears and their Abyssal knowledge found Unworldly beings sing and shout As they observe the scenes The dream-world’s captives burn without A grasp of what it means Their crying, a work of choral art Undying, yet always torn apart Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends Where blighted souls in woe forever will abide A dream where grief and mutilation never ends
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Marching from beyond the horizon Beneath a glowing sky, pale as a wraith Herded by an unseen force into The final abattoir for flesh and faith They all will be devoured and transcend And now, their hollow sermons end Within a cavernous mouth a cryptic portal lies It opens up for them, a gulf like nightly skies Row after row after row after row Shivering vermin are walking aghast Into the bellowing pit down below Into a misery, ageless and vast Writhing in a void without horizon Beneath a staring sky, black as coal Anguish and dread without solace And grief grows into each eternal soul The bleakest rapture’s taken them beyond Into a place their myths did not portend Where boundless forms of suffering are spawned In an existence that will have no end He lets the tortured, twisting beings fill His blind, ecstatic and perpetual gaze And without end, within his palace will Their ageless souls forever be ablaze As aeons pass, their memories Of their humanity will pale They will become his diocese Who live and suffer to regale The bleakest rapture’s here for them at last They all will be devoured and transcend The vile, abundant liars are amassed And now, their hollow sermons end
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At night when all was still, it called With promises of unknown lands I heard a tune and was enthralled By words no human mind withstands Through the night to darker skies Out in the vast and unknowable nothingness Under the gleam of unknown constellations Rules of reality wielded no power and Bodiless worshippers sang adorations Then as the vista was opened before me I stood in awe of his sickly creations And then I saw it all commence An orrery of thrashing forms A scene of worship without sense Like furious and living storms At night when all was still, it called From dreams of blood and unknown lands I heard a tune and was enthralled By words no human understands Dread filled my mind to its brim as he conjured those Horrors to life with his versification I was a mortal, unraveling witness to Mystical rites of a grand coronation For I have seen how all will end An unknown moon shed ashen light Upon the vision I was shown I crumbled at the monstrous sight And wished it had remained unknown When nightmares wake and they have crossed In endless numbers to extend His kingdom here, then we are lost I fear the things my dreams portend
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Deep where the darkness embraces The emptiest gulfs of frost In the unknown, mystic places They wait where all trace of light is lost In silence still as death they lie, cold and never breathing As countless aeons, slowly, upon countless aeons creep Then, as another wellspring of emerging life starts seething They stir and they awake from their ominous sleep To smother the spark of ascension To see apotheosis die With a ceaseless malignant intention The relentless wolves of the sky Wolves of never-ending scourging Their timeless claws the bane of men Existing only for the purging To hear the carillons of funeral chime again In silence still as death they lie, cold and never breathing As countless aeons, slowly, upon countless aeons creep Then, as another wellspring of emerging life starts seething They stir and they awake from their ominous sleep A thunderous urge, like a scream Their ancient minds begin to gleam To smother the spark of ascension To see apotheosis die With a ceaseless malignant intention The relentless wolves of the sky
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Again they met where men still fear to tread In the woods where paths have never led Priests and elders burning to enact Ceremonies of an arcane pact Nightfall set and so their rite began Summoning with hymns preceding man With the beating drums euphoria spread As the night set in, their hunger raged and so they fed Feasting upon human flesh, they fed Fed to the screams of their meat And danced with their deity’s spawn Entranced till the red of the dawn They fed to the screams of their meat To an unknown god they sang their praise Remnant of long unremembered days Then as nighttime’s deepest blackness neared Other things from far beyond appeared They fed. Feasting upon human flesh, they fed Fed to the screams of their meat And danced with their deity’s spawn Entranced till the red of the dawn They fed to the screams of their meat With ravening elation With reverence and dread They welcomed that abomination And so, together, they fed Feasting upon human flesh, they fed There in the shrine that was built by hands That long since have turned into dust They worshipped with creatures from unearthly lands And gave in to their blood-soaking lust In the night they fed to the screams of their meat And danced with their deity’s spawn Entranced till the red of the dawn They fed to the screams of their meat Human flesh
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Stamp out their creed Dreams of an agonized, torturous end to their fate Bolster the flame of a vigorous, nourishing hate Ravage and maul Castrate them all Sharpen your iron with eager and masterful hands Bask in the image of reddened and desolate lands The coming of the night The arbiter of all Bring them nihility Their slaughter is your right Extinction is your call Living hostility Debase them, efface them, annihilate Their screaming, redeeming your glowing hate Cherish their grief Quash their belief Useless compassion has withered to obsolete dust All that is left is malevolence, blood-thirst, disgust The coming of the night The arbiter of all Bring them nihility Their slaughter is your right Extinction is your call Living hostility Debase them, efface them, annihilate Their screaming, redeeming your glowing hate Know that the war of your blood-soaked catharsis is just As you release the restraints on your murderous lust Debase them, efface them, annihilate Their screaming, redeeming your glowing hate Stamp out their vulgar creed
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
The winter sunset’s gloom expels the light The solstice comes, inviting the old rite Upon the hill, a temple stands alone Where strange, devoted, vile, inhuman things Have sacrificed upon the mystic stone Since long before the first Etruscan kings Now the path is walked once more Up to the crumbling ritual site To call the one that men abhor Out of the deepest voids of night Before the shrine, the gathered halt They see the winding, strange motifs Depicting what they will exalt In friezes and in carved reliefs The portico resounds with verse 'Til now unsung by human choirs The light on the old tablet’s curse Is the same stars and new-lit fires The idol of the one they call Is brought before the waiting crowd And as one horrid voice from all They chant the curse’s words aloud O, omnipresent emperor of night Monstrum dormiens Awaken and consume this living heart Sacrificium Rise up in all your everlasting might Expergiscere And rip this hypocritic world apart Pater noctis As darkness takes its firmest stranglehold They pay the solemn ferryman with blood To carry back the majesty of old Who reigned unfettered long before the flood The wine from the libation bowl Will immolate the chosen soul The haruspex eviscerates The bloodless victim and consults The entrails, seeing what awaits He takes the liver and exults He holds it high up in the air For all to see it shining black And by its form he can declare The ancient god is coming back O, omnipresent emperor of night Monstrum dormiens Awaken and consume this living heart Sacrificíum Rise up in all your everlasting might Expergiscere And rip this hypocritic world apart Pater noctis Your night-black wings will spread above once more Tenebras totas Materialize and hear our pleading call Invocamus Return us to the nothingess of yore Interfice Besiege this rotting realm and slaughter all Extingue omnes
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026