Opvs Contra Natvram
O libertine! Thy will be done Shed the bondage ov vulvic slavery Grind down the walls Which veil the sun Conquer today, my brethren, fearlessly Hoc signo fertote lvx And so the sun rose in the west Only for it’s blinding light to grow weary in the east With passions subduing all speech in awe We worship the devil, we hail the beast!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025
Let all bibles preach the sermon ov vengeance Let the hallowed verses call for war Behold as seraphs fall from ebonising skies Let’s stab the world and halt the cosmic lie Spare no one Show them no pity Tooth for a tooth Eye for an eye Hostibvs hvmani natvrae Begone, all ye fucking cowards Myself, I am a foe to all your piety Anointed by the radiance ov warring mars Submerged, I am into oceans ov enmity I’ll find no peace in there until I ram the luminous stars Spare no one Show them no pity Tooth for a tooth Eye for an eye Hostibvs hvmani natvrae Annihilate (the) crux ov the untruth O death… Thou art so quiet that it hurts Pale, proud and so immaculate Beyond all contemplation Beyond perception Come forth Eradicate We shall trample all over thee Spreading exhortations mightier than the sword Each world revolts against god-fearing helotry Restoring the hegemony ov primordial law
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025
No god reigns over me I am heathen below Hear the drums ov war Ov coming Abaddon No god reigns over me Mine is the sanctity below Hear the drums ov war I am the clenched fist ov Spartacvs I forge ahead Like a meteor adrift in cold decay Thou must heed the call Ordo ab vniverso I hail the freedom the gods abhor To feel greater To strive higher To be more Burn Troy burn Savor ashes ov Zion scorched ΠΥΡΌΣ ΚΑΊ ΘΕΊΟΥ Burn Troy burn To rubble tear it down Cherubs forlorn "Unholy" they mourn I forge ahead A lost Sisyphus in cosmic fatum I travail to and from ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΑΥΤΟΝ I worship the knowledge that gods abhor To feel greater To strive higher To be more Burn Roma burn Savor ashes ov Zion torched Ave sanctvs ignis Burn Roma burn To rubble tear it down Hannibal ad portas Seraphim thrown aground No god may cast its shadow upon us We, the proud and the few I am Spartacvs And so are you
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025
Tantrum, from which the new man shall be formed The orphaned blue blood ov the celestial Who shuns the burdens ov them sainted whores Shall manifest it’s splendors from barren soil Behold his arrival, the Arcadian stray Reeking refuse ov your tender age That marches forth And inseminates thy ophidian conclave What is liberty - But when the gods grow sick ov us? Then what is mutiny If not breaking off the shackles ov the gods? ΧΑΙΡΕ ΕΣΠΕΡΕ ΧΑΙΡΕ ΦΩΣΦΟΡΕ Contemplating millennia past I wandered through wastelands astray In company ov that, larger than the gods With animus that just won’t wither away What is liberty - But when the gods grow sick ov us? Then what is mutiny If not breaking off the shackles ov the gods? ΧΑΙΡΕ ΕΣΠΕΡΕ ΧΑΙΡΕ ΦΩΣΦΟΡΕ Inquisition in the name ov freedom Decimation in the name ov democracy Hidden daggers and poisoned wine All in the name ov fraternity
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025
I’ll ascend As the sun into the night I’ll appear On a pale horse alight Skyward, I climb alone Yet bound forever to this earth Quench my unholy thirst To will is to dissent I’ll ascend As the sun into the night I’ll appear On a pale horse alight Go forth and conquer In thy own name, for thy own flesh Forsake shame, forsake guilt Do what thou wilt Onwards, driven by doubt Carving my beastly ways Never will I submit To will is to disobey Hail empower thyself Strive forever to more Make heel the universe So the last will be the first Onwards, driven yet calm Carving malevolent ways Never will I submit To will is to disobey Go forth and conquer Forsake shame Forsake thy fucking guilt For love is the law Love under will
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
He, who is from another light He is the bellow ov a shooting star He who impels frenzied storms to cease Behold Qasidah for our lord Iblis I’ve sworn to be a channeler ov thy rays I have succumbed like a moth to the flame For my legions demur to submit I am thy devotee, o lord in the abysmal pit Sever the tongue ov Cicero Gauge out Copernicus’ eyes Stone Shakespeare for the heresy ov his scrawl Undo the surge, mar the tide Wingless, with feet upon the horizon Let’s rise at morn, herald the Sun Render unto Caesar, the things that are Caesar’s Deliver man all spoils ov the divine Glorificamvs te, Versvs Christvs Tibi deo satanae Confuse we shall living tongues Devitalize the populist mandates O demagogues ov miserable worth Not seed will bloom upon mother Earth No grain will blossom in the daylight The sun shall perish, turning cold And when the desert typhoon smother final gospel Rise up, thou wicked, and blow the doomsday horn Wingless, with feet upon the horizon Let’s rise at morning to herald the Sun Gebt dem Kaiser, was des Kaisers ist Deliver man all spoils ov the divine Magnificamvs te, Versvs Christvs Regnamvs tibi lvcem ferre Tibi deo avrorae He, once banished, forever shall return He, once fallen shall rise again And at the hour ov our death The infinite he shall remain
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025