Anticross
You can't comprehend my unruly words You don't want to understand of message I throw away the paranoia form my mind Which has to extreme visions Two faces is too much for me Pentagram and anticross are engraved in my body I can't cheat myself Kneel by the altar of empty God Jeer from various and wild difference I stand and scream towards the heaven It's time for victory Glory to Satan
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Silent sleeps gently In blissfull stagnation Stack like a statue Of bored devil Under the glass dome of shining stars Flickering of thousand sparks You took my jewel, a gift from god Born from storms and mists A mark of suffers, night games Mutilated by human blood The abyss of our hearts, empty shadows Following every step Dried brown liquid On glass blade Memory is back Carrying the ghost of revenge Strying mind In the shadows of awerness I sink deeply Glass brown blade A bored devil awakened from lethargy He blew the dead silence into oblivion Anticross – my sacrum Anticross – your profanum In the dead church, the altar from bones Tabernakulum is closed My hidden jewel, black steal Forged in hell Delight of all colours, hungry lust Hidden deep in background Simbol of old thruts, wild witches Burning the eternal fire Dried brown liquid On glass blade Memory is back Carrying the ghost of revenge Strying mind In the shadows of awerness I sink deeply Glass brown blade Anticross – my sacrum Anticross – your profanum
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Walking the mist by old overgrown graveyard Seeing moudly gravestones eaten by time I absorb the energy of rotten deathly ancestors Being in nowhere I caress the image of night Created naked land Without sanctities Gates of abyss are opened The nest of my Antichrist In thick silence behold grey autumnal trees I found the track to destiny and wild obsession I feel the power of primeval bloody rituals Waking ancient sleeping demons from lethargy Infinite vale of human agony Borns again the trumph of hell
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Wind carries the stench of fear Frayed banners flutter lazy Fighting horses instinctly feel Anxiety and aura of death Sparks from sharpened swords Fall slowly on sweat soaked ground The dawn has came and overcame darkness The stench of smoke from extinguished bonfires It's time to fasten the armor And make weapon ready for taste of blood The last gulps of sweet wine For reassure before the battle Two armies are ready to fight Commanders speak their fighting speeches Wind covers shiny armors And time for the last command Attack!!!! Roar of crushing steel from everywhere Blood mixed with sweat and dust Screams of pain and fury of battle Swords and axes give the death Death – triumphs over heads Blood – makes unkown picture Ravens – feasting between the bodies Night – covers with the black shroud
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Listening to the old devil Who speaks Slowly About details of life Seeing his signs Gaze Desapir Carved by furrows of time Feeling his ardor Pride Empathy Which comes from far Being so close to him I devour I drink I absorb the ancient wisdom In this dirty world Without rules and thruts I run into the dark To the flame from far In the labyrinth of lies I stray blindfold I run into the dark By the ones, who brings the light In my head I hear Screams Suffering On crying lost souls On the faces I see Tears And scars Plowed yoke for years I feel pain instinctly Burning Bloody Eating all from within I'm in the center of chaos Truly Without defect I found a great gift In this dirty world Without rules and thrust I run into the dark By the ones, who brings the light He is glory He is the law He is a fortress He is the fire He is the wind He is your day He is your night He is the everything He brings the light
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Magic sybols burned in bronze The ancient fire of the devils Brass hinges decorated with gold Fussed with a lithium rock Serpentine latches finally lock The way without return Nine gates by nine rings Closed and hollow Nasty spells protect the abyss Charon has a key-word Steely scroop of opening gate The echo penetrates the deep space Come, do not afraid, I hear the voice Come, kneel by my throne The sing of fallen seraphs Takes high the psalms of penance A boat, which remembers the first track On the bank of river of foamed lava Bloody rain creeps the face Sour stench penetrates the body Come, do not afraid, I hear the voice Come, kneel by my throne The sing of fallen seraphs Takes high the psalms of penance
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
I was born at dark cursed night I was born from will of destiny I was born surrounded hellish fire I was born with sound of thunder My heart is black and beats in rythm of hell's bell In my veins flows the bane of tortured souls My eyes still watch the sweet agony on the cross Three sixies are seal only way without return Welcome to my hell Where life becomes death When I die, all flames will gone When I die, world spit with suplhur When I die, rot feed the cross When I die, blood flow in streams Voice driven by wind defiles all snctities My hands weave careful image of nothingness Lost soul dressed in dark aura Sharp horn sprouts on my forehead Welcome to my hell Where life becomes death
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
The aura of dead and gloomy purple Golden insignia of all the power The throne made from human flesh Incantations written in runic order Kneel down Regnum Satanas Pray aloud Regnum Satanas The pentagram is your symbol The anticross is your destiny The crown from black gold shines Fresh and sticky blood in chalice Heavy vapour flows slowly The voice of prayer sounds ominously Regnum Satanas Regnum Satanas
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025