Nine Sins
When the day fades, starts the time of black ravens of the night Pale shine of the moon wakes demons from their daily sleep Shine of black candles heralds succeeding ritual of holy blood Figures in hoods are focused in prayer, they whisper silent following The priest in purple gives the sign by drawing symbols The altar decorated in black drawns in fumes of suplphur The golden chalice filled to the brim with wine mixed with blood The naked victim mentally ready for the return of hellish ghosts Incantation, sorcery, demons Power over the astral Blood, sorcery, ritual The gates of hell are open Let our flesh intertwine in dance Let our flesh feel the hellish heat Let our flesh writhe in sin Let our souls follow the path of demons Snaky dagger shines with silver and drips with sticky blood The tribute given to the four elements from the four sides of the world Arduous anthem carried by the wind still sound in our minds Burning symbols, insignia of enemies, the first sin is commited Incantation, sorcery, demons Power over the astral Blood, sorcery, ritual The gates of hell are open
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025
I know, I can kill slowly You know, you may be the next one Now I see, do not expect forgiveness You can feel it, you will not find mercy Homicide It gives bliss, but not relief Homicide The sweet fruit of my revenge There is no way back You know, you have touched my holiness Now I see, a knife stained with blood You can feel, how your life escapes Blood has flowded You will never touch me You will never come closer You will even never look at me Satan is in my soul
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 09, 2025
Give your hand to the Devil He will clean up your concerns Dump the bonds of pain and fear Give a vent to your wild desires And taste the blood of enemies It's a nectar for your soul Don't block unconsciously The craving of sin Inside of my soul I can hear the whispers The wild impulses Are guiding me I don't fight with the instinct I give my body I have no influence On the frenzy of aggression Aggression It's passion and bliss Aggression It's strenght and power Passion embraced my body A craving of destruction My muscles are tensed Ready to fight I am like the battering ram I crush the obstacles I give the blissfull relief For my hungry soul Give your hand to the Devil He will clean up your concerns Dump the bonds of pain and fear Give a vent to your wild desires
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 09, 2025
My mind was born in dark abysses From destructive rebellion inside of me I see the world in colours of traitorous death I can feel a brotherly hand of the devil I've thrown off the shackles, shackles rounded by the thorn I've killed the weakness, weakness designated to commoners The covenant signed in children ignorance Broken as a fruit from paradise garden I've entered the palace of free hellish elites Living behind a grey, wormy nest I've cut the umbilical cord, an umbilical cord filled with venom I've thrown away my memories, cursing all the past
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 09, 2025
Burning crosses give pleasure Broken dogmas give relief The stench of human meat The crash of broken bones Derisive laugh of inquisitor Carry echoes of the past Sweet vengeance, there will be blood again Righteous vengeance, it's time to send the messages For the witches on pyres Christian crosses will burn For the years of oppression The crown of thorns will fall It's not a time for forgiveness There is no mercy It's not a time for another cheek It's time to die Sweet vengeance, there will be blood again Righteous vengeance, it's time to send the messages
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 18, 2026
The old crosses on the crossroads Decayed and bitten by the time Symbols of eternal ignorance Which is blind to the free world Lie the relics of the past Written in different dimension Spit with venom of hypocrisy And cast a dark shadow Let's stand at the crossroads And wake our wrath Let it burn the crosses We will burn the rests of ignorance Let you take the possession of wrath Pure wrath in its essence Let the wrath be your guide And cut the embarrassing ties Gazing at the cross You can see the pain Your hands are tied Without the line of defense Like a sheep in the herd You have a shepherd in cassock And at the end of the way You have nothing Let's stand on the crossroads And excite our wrath Let it burn the crosses Symbols of pride and yoke Let's throw away our fear And let grow our new strength Rise up our new banners Banners with the image of the Devil
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 09, 2025
Nights and days You build hellish kingdom Night and days You look for gloomy souls Fire and sword That's what your enemies feel Fire and sword In gloomy hands The bloody moon is rising In the destination's nights The rides are coming On the black horses You are standing In the chariot of fire And we are Apocalyptic army of hell Pure soul Is sacrifice for Satan Let them burn Christian churches So feel Mighty of Satan Let be Darkness Evil and hatred It's destiny of your life Evil and hatred It's your power Fall and pain Is waiting for Christian god Fall and pain Angels deserve for death Time for revenge Sacrifice for Satan Hell's master Hail Satan
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 17, 2026
Lash in my hand whips sharply It pulls a raw meat I crown the usurper with thorns Blood flows like tears This is the last martyr's path And I am your dark shepherd We stagger to the towards Golgotha Where the culprits die I am the blasphemer, I am the sower of thruts I am the blasphemer, I am the devil's lash My hammer hits strongly The dull rusty nail Iron slowly tearing the tendon Combining wasted body with cross Blood flowing from wounds Gives me a pleasant shiver It's time to push the tip into the heart And leave the body to be feed I rise the wrought iron gate And hear the whisper of beast's satisfaction The stripped from hope are one the arena Believers of Christian lies Look to the eyes of my wild lions Before their sharp fangs will drown in you It's time to satisfy my suffering hunger And leave the bodies to be feed I am the blasphemer, I am the sower of thruts I am the blasphemer, I am the sign of Satan
Submitted by The Void — Apr 18, 2026
No, I will not rise my hands up No, I will not fall on my knees No, you will not find a humility in me No, I will not bow my eyes before you I look on your face with scorn And body full of furrows and wounds inflicted by sin This pity image in golden icons Is not worth of divine insignia No, I will not sing psalms No, you will not hear my prayers No, I will not make the sign of the cross No, I will not make any tribute You do not deserve to sublime altars Which are posed to your face How pity is your mercy In the world full of sin Yes, I refuse all means of grace Yes, I liberate my instincts Yes, I am believer in freedom Yes, I follow the shiny pentagram
Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025