Evil Mysteries
Boreas strikes through your serenity trying to breath sensations you had attained your thought a false hypocricy that was worthless, insignificant before under the guard of our proud ancestors Shores and seas of the world in decay unloyal souls, they are only ashes the resin of the race of man dirt and filth no respect nor trust Why is my mind so dead? Why has it drowned in the stream of thoughts I've chained to blood and hopelessness Gates opened towards peace eternal... Immortal pride for that I have thought for Immortal wisdom for that I have learned from your pages and taken to the haven of my soul Our hate grows as the years pass by part of men are left behind right boughs have an honor to stay on the branches of the elitism of ancient times
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Katson avaruuteen ja annan ajatusteni kuivien lehtien pudota/ ruumiini liekehtiessä palaan täydellisimpään hiljaisuuteen/ jonka mustuuden takaa loistaa tuohusten valo/ pudonneen tähden temppelissä syvällä ihmisessä// Takanani monissa muodoissa kuljetut elämät/ edessäni ajattomuuden sanaton, viimein käsitetty mysteerio/ ymmärtäen ruusujen kietoman käännetyn ristin salaisuuden/ olen viimein päättänyt etsintäni, palaten pimeyteen joka oli matkojeni alku// Hengittäen Häntä me palamme fasadimaailman takana/ ikuisina, osallistuen monimuotoiseen leikkiin jota kutsutaan/ valon ja varjon, elämän ja kuoleman, hyvän ja pahan taisteluksi/ kaukana se narrin todellisuus jossa orjiksi syntyneet hallitsevat// Ja katso, luideni varaan pingotettu salaisuuksien pergamentti/ vanhaikäinen liha ja Arkonttien loihtima elimistön outo koneisto/ ovat ainoastaan labyrintti ulkopinta, temppelin esipiha/ ikuisen matkantekijän yllä loistaa Azazelin Tähti//
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Dust of the decades have still not covered the pain we rise again, following the primitive darkness our minds pure, our weapons glistering in the midnights moonlight in the night where a jewish soul is worthless Sour weak souls tremble before the majesty of death we look over all that filth and falseness knowing that the keys of Knowledge and Power are in the hand of Satan our Master, whose wisdom we follow in this path of hate Under the flames the honour of pagan times is rising again fragments of the David's star are shattered on the collapsed ruins triangle of Jehovah turns, its eye weeping blood and the pentagram rises, upwards the horns of the beast Throughout the ages have we journeyed, crushing your dreams towards the black holocaust - your corpses are rotting at the ruins of your sacred temple books of your false doctrines are torn, your "holy" images trampled into the mud of oblivion in the darkness shall be buried your Jewish dream As the colours of the new holiness will rise Winter, Blood and divine Night leaving the disharmonic, observing the occult with the union of wisdom and hate, strength and honour we rise we rise to the throne of our age
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
See in me the evil you have always feared See in me that which you didn't want to understand of the world What world took from you when your will was broken As you rejoiced finding yourself within the weak fools' herd Mistakenly you looked into shadows, saw the eyes of the macrocosm Flaming as the stars of ruby, they reflect secrets of the deep That bliss shall open to resurrection as I travel to more hectic More painful, more true world... incomprehensive to you Mysteries of the darkness which delineate upon the crystal-clear mind Revealing only to him who is ready to sacrifice the whole lie Fresh wounds in the flesh, intiated to the art of the black age Ravished of being part of that which the blind ones call summum malum You see the stars take their journey, leaving behind obscurities That is how I too travel my distant, lofty way Absorbing into the star of ruby, reaching to the furthest Entwining my essence with the marvellous power of Satan
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025