Grim Arts of Melancholy
Last night I dreamt of war they handed me a black sword winged it was, although crippled and its price was pestilence that followed after my rise As I held that sacred blade its wings were forged anew forming a steel garland and candle an enlightening that is to come lord Lucifer unchained by us Through the war and dedication by the iron will and vivéka through my heart and by the gods this is where the old wars end ascended, unmasked Master in us Listen not the fathers' follies gone is the comfort of lies no more tears there are but those which flow for the glory beheld = today I am born This is where the tombs are shattered this is where the sword is turned this is where my self is kindled this is where Satan reigns this is where the old ways end
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
See how the rain falls as blood Now every breath is a suffocation Every step a new breath Torture everlasting, existence Without a place to rest, there is only pain This is the embrace of lord Satan This is our joy of spiritual blazing In this deep hell the world is made real Everything awakens. Wearing the cursed pentagram We have crucified ourselves for eternity Living a never-ending hell of existence In pride and joy immortal. There is no door to afterlife This is my hell There are no tears to comfort There is only death White walking masked the crowded streets.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
This world is only rot Only burning light I feel? I remember falling Somewhere inside the elders sing their discordial poetry I see? here is the promised flesh, tainted Our souls are burning In this baptism of the serpent night In ecstasy of the obscure and perverted Your wings are burning in hell's fire In the primitive hall of Evil With these hands I destroy Those shadows I follow These pathetic humans I hate This body of mine I shall sacrifice Malicious rites Strongly possessed to the Left Hand Path All these live to honour you, Satan You are made of us, I see it clearly now All this disgusting ugliness Only to build a new un-dead ritual Temples of un-equilibrium
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
When time has left behind almost all that which one would need of life That was the beginning of the moments which could be called by the abyss, the comprehensive darkness where to only the most brilliant, the self-learned souls opened their gates The cold hands, leaking as the mind of the weak in this painful distress that someone would name a hell: all this spiritual work for the devil, the self-sacrifice. All this cold time, the prayers and the rites. (cho) This life is fucking painful the destructive hybrid of life the last voyage of the black soul the genocide of the heartless world There is no end to this blatant blasphemy against me this sharp shattering of my perfect ideal forever they follow, forever they breath those clockwork hell-hounds of profane making as the coldness demands my will I am laughing the multitude of flies forms a face of the other absent skin dresses the unworthy that watch and gnaw the searing halo of the mind will surely be my end
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
In deep devotion and respect I kneel before the black-clad altar with grief and glory, love and rage sweet tunes and the Doomsday's hell-clang playing in my dark soul's scenery and beyond the frozen waste divinity presents itself A Satan's servant I am a pupil of forgotten doctrines of nature's grandeur, courage and self true wisdom of my god I choose to serve without he bonds of the prayer-beads without the collar of orthodoxy Apotheosis of my human spark shedding away its reptile skin as the true light embraces these ravines of mortality hell awakens and is conquered = by me my own liege, my lord I am channelling my magic through this human focus In the embrace of the divine flames I walk had I tears, I'd weep for this splendour the unseen temple portals open wide in hilarious blasphemy or a manasir prayer animal masks will betray the godly countenances no dogma for the Satanic order Lucifer's children are free
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
I set off to wander in the night, going somewhere pondering the swamps of my minds, unexplored roads Where seems to be even too much time It is extremely hard to feel anything that would be in this world From emptiness and despair total hate shadows reflecting my crumbled body Satanic supremacy, leading my journey to the distance "Now hard it is to understand how our souls can travel without wounds and when once our travel takes us to some stinging, burning, incomprehensible thorn that tries to break our route to darkness because the emptiness is the beginning and the untimely end of our travel" Your overwhelming presence conquers my heart fascinating spirit of Satan! Melancholic feelings, poisonous thoughts, the enormonous will of emptiness Divine idols trampled to wet stone, burnt in dank rain The divine touch of emptiness, ahh. I have come back to my roots. "I cross my hands and pray a new fire for my soul. I close my wounds and rip them open again, with insurmountable hate. Like the worms burrowing in the burial coffings, I crawl to the darker and more anguishing" Rekindling again the flame of soul, to the great shining, burning like a torch The overwhelming yearning of emptiness on the chasms' walls, the light-oppressing trance of darkness
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
An age wihout fire = An age without meaning No stains in their hands, still guiding to the purpose They turn the wheel of life, new sparks are flying Spinning to distance and nearer to the reality. In the place of our destroyed sacred woods does the new arson lighten the starry night Its flames strike high above, breaking the surface of the self-proclaimed sanctity The crystal globe of sky does crack, greater perfectness beyond... The power of Satan's flame does burn stronger in our hearts With awe and wonder will be remembered this time of re-illumination For all that is done and sacrified only strengthen us. worshippers of the black cult Us, the children of the Goat, before the bare throne Everburning are the flames of hell, which strike the sky. An empty room is full of life and spirit at last In the farthest corner the unholy altar, beginning place of the rituals Fiery altar, fiery cross, a mass of the Serpent has begun It leads my soul towards perfectness and never-dying flame
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
My death, so well we know another and now, as we meet face to face I read from your eyes such a wise, perverted love that the believers of our time can never fathom in the dim light of this old forest we are one My soul journeys the path unseen paces of uncountable brethren before me uncountless stars sparkling around me the night, the depth, the velvet a voyage to the darker than darkness... "My joy and my sorrow, the Abysmal Lord within my heart in the moments of silence do the worlds slide to oneness the dagger of Astaroth, moonsickle slices the sky open" Sinun tulessasi koko ruumiini palaa Ja sieluni laulaa ylistystä sinulle My spirit journeys to the temple of nature the dreary wilderness all around me blazes the divine presence the darkness embraces me and I am one with reality the Jachim and Boaz of the ancient fire hold up the cosmic night above
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025