My Soul for His Glory
World of plagues Nest of disgusting filth To be taken to ruin and damnation All created must be raped Into the night we whisper a prayer A black spell full of hate full of horror and chaos World will perish in flames Piece by piece your world will collapse filling with emptiness Slipping to the end of your poor life Slowly but certainly When the priests rape your children and fathers kill their families We stand behind you in the shadow of our Lord breathing your agony Let the horror and chaos come Let it flow freely through me, like a black rapid stream full of your immense hatred
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Born in Thee, in Thy name In the serpent of the abyss, in the spirit of chaos Cursed before my birth God isn't watching his image in me, he couldn't recognise me as one of his kind In my anger I have closed my heart, and taken the poison of the serpent Through lambs blood in to darkness as a son and a daughter of the Abriman Show me your way, and I'll walk to the end, as his spirit, as his voice.... The serpent of the abyss... My open wounds are bleeding for you, My Lord The chalice of devotion will have a new content And at the altar of the morningstar, I drink deep
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Called to the night in the past Drawn from the depths, from the sea of faceless beings The shadow from the darkest realm Spirit of oblivion Seized the careless man In the deepest pit of the soul feasting and holding its nest Obscure force of evil Inhaling my life like a black aurrole around me aspiring my soul Astral entity,...will not return to the place of darkness whence it came in that night when the moon was so mystical I stare into the mirror and I see you right in front of me You are watching back at me from the demonic fleshtemple through the fiery eyes The unclean spirit of evil...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Oh, our God Satan The blackflight of our lives and the all:seeing eye highest being of the shadow realms hear, and receive my prayer Lucifer! The fallen star of the cosmos Burn away my vanity Make me pure for you, as a golden bowl of your spirit here in the cathedral of the victorious angel In the black vaults of your temple With prayers I light the incense In front of your immense void Give me your flame so I can burn as a torch for your glory for the devotion smouldering in me is great love that will never die The path of dedication... to the infinite emptiness Lucifer! The fallen star of the cosmos Burn away my vanity Make me pure for you, as a golden bowl of your spirit here in the cathedral of the victorious angel In the black vaults of your temple With prayers I light the incense In front of your immense void...
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
I believe in the one clandestine and the unspeakable Lord, and in the star amongst stars, of which black flame we all have been created, and in where we all will return. Secret of secrets, in his name, Lucifer! I believe in the one covenant of the darkness, light, life and death. In the temple of the black star, and in its mysteries. And I believe in the serpent, the poisoner of the lion, in his name, Satan... The hands squeezed in to the prayer of devotion, The wind directed in to the black triangle, The mystery of the matter. With reverence I kneel... my soul for his glory... Oh father of man, bring your bright torch for us, and fill our temple with your infinite wisdom. Guide us to you, into the dark halls of the cosmos Away from life, away from light, under your wings...
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Far from these lands Where gods mercy dosen't reach where the of the jew shepherd have forgotten cremated in the flame of hatred There the love for Adams children ceased to exist and withered away The shadow has build his kingdom and a new black God risen to his glory We are the black arrow poisoned by the snake aimed at holy dove from the bow of the fallen angel The ritual of cursing life we drink the rotten blood, from the skull of gods creation with death of believers of Christ in our minds In the stench of the dead rats Your burning piety cooled Your belief is faltering and once you denial your god... We are the black arrow poisoned by the snake aimed at holy dove from the bow of the fallen angel
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Ave, salus infirmorum, miserere nobis! The wounds of the suffering are open My stigmas bleeding black Wounds from the five blades, of the inverted star The Devils black vomit flowing from the wounds The hammer of Satan has struck me by its brute strength Master! Guide my hands to your deeds terrifying cruelities for I am your spear and I am your born The sacred light of Lucifer Burns my skin in blisters Boil my flesh in your hatred Let your spirit live free in me Black and stabbing chains from the pentagram to my limbs through the wounds of devotion towards the evil destiny
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025