Pandemonic Incantations
Dominus sathanas Pandemonium Capricornus Dominus
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025
One eyed old man I am Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages An unborn child I am Though I have existed for billion years The invisible army I am Though the won battle still to come The father of ambitious and disappointed I am Brother in sin and abasement One eyed old man I am Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages An unborn child I am Though I have existed for a billion years The invisible army I am Though the won battle still to come The father of ambitious and disappointed I am Brother in sin and abasement In abusing the numerous pieces of sanctity I was Judas in your dream Who worshipped money above all I was the roman warrior Who wounded you and drank the divine blood I was Pilate on your trial Who spat in your pale face Each thorn was a sinful spell Each nail the fulfilment of the revenge For which I have been waiting for so many years Hatred for thousand holy heads And also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mystical daemons Triumphant in their blasphemy Hatred for thousand holy heads And also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mystical daemons Triumphant in their blasphemy I am Gordon, my name is annihilation Extermination I am the thousand plagues and afflictions
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025
For ages travelled by the holy fire Today free, free and triumphant To no avail for the dungeons and chains of the inquisition Poor and lonely are my adversaries Who serving the beast for million years With the whip and crown of thorns Shall be remunerated today Wanderer, perpetual and restless Master, equally hideous and beautiful Loved and adored... How simple it is... For many years my semen hath envenomed the races Abomination to the earthly, to everything that is simple And obscure at the same time Therefore let us celebrate the antithesis of the Eucharist With the sacerdotal gesture you welcome us I am your dazing threshold Let us commence! We are void of our bodies... The night, that we are honoured to celebrate Perhaps the last during which I satisfy my desire Wanderer, perpetual and restless Master, equally hideous and beautiful The real world or the imaginary vision Still perceptible to my chaotic thoughts Nothing shall taste the same again... I am waiting for you to stab the world in its heart
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025
Father! Art thou blind and deaf? Old man! Decrepit and hideous Hidden in the woods of madness and anxiety I am the beast, thou - the refugium of love Whereas your love as a cockroach Under my iron boot I am the gehenna of humanity, whereas thou art the mercy And what shalt thou need it for If the world shall fall asleep under my wings anyway I am the blood from thy limbs, thou art the wisdom Is it a great one, yes, vain fools do believe in it They still go up in flames in anyway Father! Art thou blind and deaf? Old man! Devils tongue is the tongue of fire Yes, the same that burneth thine houses Consumeth light and thy sheep... damned! And even their wool is shady, and the meat poisonous Not for the hungry dogs at my table I shall destroy everything, or not... I shalt throw it to vultures to devour, let them feast! Let them feast! Devils tongue is the tongue of the night Whenever thou delight in this beauty Thou pour in thyself the wine of the underworld And whenever thou crave for bearing it There are only the whispers of trees thou can hear Hungry of thy love, I am anticipating my time... Father! Art thou blind and deaf? Old man! Devils tongue is the tongue of my father The one, who with universe constituteth an entity Father who shall not sell thou out for any flirt For love - affairs, kisses of humanity Therefore give me his darkness Power, might, hope and fulfillment Give me his light It is the time for the feast of hell...
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025
Sister of sin Lover of my unwedden night In blasphemy we bathe our unclean bodies We find adoration in the filthy procreation His will is our devotion Giving in to the knight of the remote star Falling in love with the darkest tormentor The basic instinct, the obscurity of my soul We hide our secrets damnedly deep And these are the key to the sempiternal glory To the harmony of body and soul Immortality, spiritual ecstasy and diableria Sister of sin When rich and when poor On my way to the throne Lay bare on your gems The nest of filth (and licentiousness) Of am I drinking your sweetest juices The poison in the wine of asceticism Down am I sitting on the father's right side We hide our secrets damnedly deep And these are the key to the sempiternal glory To the harmony of body and soul Immortality, spiritual ecstasy and diableria The poison in the wine of asceticism Down am I sitting on the father's right side And with his benediction I am opening the Pandora's box
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025
Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows Something that recalls the grave Hides in the hellish depths and awaits When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet (And) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out" But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body No matter it poisons and causes death The past is like an eternal funeral Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contemplations Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land And its taste and coldness I remember Bare-foot digging my own pit I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged But was the sand to become my salvation Or worms the people on the court of light The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehovah I killed mercy, spitting on the laws of god I celebrated the birth of power I fell in love with freedom and the beast And I spat out the Antichrist from my morbid womb In order to give life to divine grain And concentrate the birth of human tragedy and destruction I envisaged myself as a great magician Although they called Armageddon the whore Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world I am elder than the world The past only sometimes is like the sand That the grave-digger throws in your eyes
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025
Freedom - said I And then the sun set and the dusk Fell on my life Transformations and metamorphoses It was what I experienced there, on the south of heaven I was striking with my fists at the heavens ceilings Too low I fell, I did not reach the step-father's neck Although his visage seemed so close With bony fingers I desired to clench the crown of thorns In vain, I have trampled the paradisiacal flower of love And I trample its rights here, on the earth Each sin - my soldier A daemon of the several thousand strong cavalry Not god's son I am, but the child of a million stars While each of them symbolises different human frailty And I shall not serve him as no power is greater than mine I am the wisdom and the perfection of the universe Freedom - said I And then the sun set and the dusk Fell on my life Transformations and metamorphoses It was what I experienced there, on the south of heaven
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025
How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majesty How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth And livid skies over Wittenberg And the empty streets and pavements of the town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves for charlatantry Mephisto you are born inside me again But will you speak my names in the ancient tongues? Among thousands flames of profigacy Naked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreams I strip myself of my sacred virtues The picture of male domination (and treat in blood) And blood and pride old and clotted already But I can still see its drops on my bot face And pain and candles everywhere and incense And your dream which I wish to wake up in every day Everything so ephemental and equally unreal And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till today Mephistopheles, thousands times I saw in sleep The essence of the eternal life but have I found it? If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human race with the spell of inferno I shall go deeper down the Dante did And tame the snakes of mine Phallic signs and symbols, the seed of truth And belief in eternal life...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025
Hail! Tysiąc lat, tysiąc pierdolonych lat, dziesięć ciemnych wieków, dlaczego!? Gnuśnieliśmy w wilczych norach, a naszą świętość czas pogrzebał i krzyż wielki, drewniany, wciąż rzuca krwawy cień na waszą przeszłość! Co potrzebujecie będzie wam dane, czy ta zdradziecka bestia wciąż żyje? I nikt, nikt nie zapomni, nikt! Że już czas prócz tego powolnego, który taki zgarbiony, niedołężny, ślepy na tronie Watykanu To my jesteśmy morzem Apokalipsy, ostatnią nadzieją odradzającej się istoty, waszym piekłem, naszym ukojeniem I nie topory, lecz wspomnienia będą piły krew Waszą tam, na Armagedeńskich polach Dziś my karcimy waszego, ścinamy głowę Watykanu Którą wyślemy zanim przyjdzie tam, gdzie wasza wiara rozpostarła swe brudne skrzydła Dzisiaj... ścinamy głowę Watykanu, w koronie Ludzie, ludzie się od śmierci ociągają Nienawiść... lecz tego miejsca już nie ma! Pomścimy! Pomścimy, tak! Wojna!
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025
Dominus sathanas Pandemonium Capricornus Dominus
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025
One eyed old man I am Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages An unborn child I am Though I have existed for billion years The invisible army I am Though the won battle still to come The father of ambitious and disappointed I am Brother in sin and abasement One eyed old man I am Yet I possess the knowledge of a thousand sages An unborn child I am Though I have existed for a billion years The invisible army I am Though the won battle still to come The father of ambitious and disappointed I am Brother in sin and abasement In abusing the numerous pieces of sanctity I was Judas in your dream Who worshipped money above all I was the roman warrior Who wounded you and drank the divine blood I was Pilate on your trial Who spat in your pale face Each thorn was a sinful spell Each nail the fulfilment of the revenge For which I have been waiting for so many years Hatred for thousand holy heads And also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mystical daemons Triumphant in their blasphemy Hatred for thousand holy heads And also that many daggers pointed at their visages The fallen angels, mystical daemons Triumphant in their blasphemy I am Gordon, my name is annihilation Extermination I am the thousand plagues and afflictions
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025
For ages travelled by the holy fire Today free, free and triumphant To no avail for the dungeons and chains of the inquisition Poor and lonely are my adversaries Who serving the beast for million years With the whip and crown of thorns Shall be remunerated today Wanderer, perpetual and restless Master, equally hideous and beautiful Loved and adored... How simple it is... For many years my semen hath envenomed the races Abomination to the earthly, to everything that is simple And obscure at the same time Therefore let us celebrate the antithesis of the Eucharist With the sacerdotal gesture you welcome us I am your dazing threshold Let us commence! We are void of our bodies... The night, that we are honoured to celebrate Perhaps the last during which I satisfy my desire Wanderer, perpetual and restless Master, equally hideous and beautiful The real world or the imaginary vision Still perceptible to my chaotic thoughts Nothing shall taste the same again... I am waiting for you to stab the world in its heart
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025
From the land which hasn’t enter yet Into the history From the depths of swamps we are bringing Proudly our name At night, kissing the moonlight - - rebel children living in twilight Like wolves... ...some named us so... Union with people from the sign Of the half-moon To crush the golden walls of Earthly heaven, To strangle the pestilence... To the lands of the mighty Empire Others even think about with fear We invaded a state with sword In our hands Roma means nothing In the land of Slavs ! Today forests sing about the legend, Long forgotten spirits Whose names nobody remembers now Waiting their day to reborn Their visions of the past Are torturing our souls Whispering in the dark... ...they will come here again To reign supreme Believe my words... From unremembrance From Fire and Water From the sacred woods Ancient Wolves gather From the burnt Arkona ...From the Pagan Vastlands! Black horse rides across the sky With a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidzą Chrystusa!!! Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidzą boga-krzyża!!!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025
Sister of sin Lover of my unwedden night In blasphemy we bathe our unclean bodies We find adoration in the filthy procreation His will is our devotion Giving in to the knight of the remote star Falling in love with the darkest tormentor The basic instinct, the obscurity of my soul We hide our secrets damnedly deep And these are the key to the sempiternal glory To the harmony of body and soul Immortality, spiritual ecstasy and diableria Sister of sin When rich and when poor On my way to the throne Lay bare on your gems The nest of filth (and licentiousness) Of am I drinking your sweetest juices The poison in the wine of asceticism Down am I sitting on the father's right side We hide our secrets damnedly deep And these are the key to the sempiternal glory To the harmony of body and soul Immortality, spiritual ecstasy and diableria The poison in the wine of asceticism Down am I sitting on the father's right side And with his benediction I am opening the Pandora's box
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025