The Fleshly Tomb
All ye blessed dead that ye alive in mortal agony you've dwelled gaining salvation from yer afflictions by a baneful death robed in shrouds drenched with your virgin blood so red Do you dare to dream of absolution by divine torture imprisoned in that noble dungeon submissively serving your mistress' deviant proclivity with bloodless complexion and ripped veins How sweet did yer blood taste as shed bite out your flesh did you squall in pain as the whip tickled your pale skin has yer will to live been scourged by the faint of anguish as your limbs got penetrated by glowing pins Erzébet If kosher blood would give yer skin that sepulchral glamor ye summoner of dehumanization would drink all the blood of the world excruciating those hollow bodies with pervalicious passion and tearing apart their stillborn souls An unendingly craving has taken possession of the wicked spirit as squirting blood of the tortured touched thy royal skin so tasteful and rejuvenating, thou hath moaning yearned for more acting out thy murkiest passion sexually in mortal sin Unearthly low are thy values for the aesthetics of human life beauty, how effortlessly you're stick to the dociled a ferocious mind embodied in an angel's shape feasting on the timeless elegance of the corpses defiled If corpses could mourn, they'd mourn themselves torn minds delivered from the regime of the whip the whore of Satan doomed to watch her life fading in the golden mirror immured forever in her stony crypt
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Nailed on a cursed stake besmeared with dust and sweat and blood may all behold him crucified in misery there suffers perishing the son of god With a single kiss the saviour's death was sealed Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt that immaculate heart hath known, the guilt hath in Judas' lips been found ”I, Longinus, have done the deed! My spear thy sacred flesh has torn my sins have caused thee, Nazarene, to bleed pointed the nails and fixed the thorns.” The burden for me to sustain oh Jesus Lord, was my treason on thee to redeem me, thou have born my pain to bless me, thou set my penitent soul free Inside the all devouring hell's pharnyx torn and forsook of all, I dwell now thou have sprung into the jaws of death from death to save their helpless souls Through Jerusalems streets, engulfed by that taunting mob to carry thy wooden cross to Golgotha up on the hill and thy pain with no softest pity of them joined forecasting the coming end of all As thy sacred blood stained the holy cross repentance roses, how to pay the mighty debt I owe? And those that trample on thy blood in laughter ceaseless to all thy altruistic show Now that thy tormented soul has found its quietude I repent, disgusted of what I did to thee let all thy anguish and all thy grief graven on my heart forever be I cannot bear thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs I, Iskarioth, betrayed the Jewking's crest till loose from flesh and earth I rise in eternal perdition my soul to find its rest Into the dust 30 pieces of silver fell the price for mankind's treachery and entrance to living hell sickened by betrayal to the one who's love he did waste into hands of dehumanization, the virginity of death to taste
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Gathered underneath the glittering stars Under the grim ruler of the nightrealm Horrible and powerful screams Of the nighthordes Praising the fiery majesty Storms of fire are torturing The nocturnal horizon With flames being heralds of a decadent hierarchy The burning desire To shine brighter than God's fallen stars on the sky A superior race upraising To oppress all slaves of the light Graveless souls, dwelling under a sepulchral moon Heretic minds living free of the lie And by the goatlord's arrival Golden dust is falling from the divided sky Endlessly, eternally, immortal Worshippers of the grim sepulchral moon Knowing secrets never unfold Keeping words never told Holding the scepters of thunder in almighty claws Until the surrender of the light A ruthless prayer to the grim moon An answer suffocating in global silence A helpless yell to the lord of the night But just quietude that strangles mortal hearts United by hatred, an almighty force Neverending is the stream of the graveless rotten souls While God is weeping by that heroic picture Unable to poison their will any longer
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
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