Horoskopus

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Seance for serpentine, these are the days. The living dead, living the dream, with a god's eye. Winter forever no solstice in sight, the sun will die. Blackout forever the end of light., the sun will die. The sun will die. The sun will die. The death of the sun. The death of the sun amounts to chaos you reap what you sow. Tend the garden where nothing can grow. Fire for humanity, if humans they be. Blood sucking sacks of human waste. With a god's hand. Winter forever no solstice in sight, the sun will die. Blackout forever the end of light., the sun will die. The sun will die. The sun will die. The death of the sun. The death of the sun amounts to chaos you reap what you sow. Tend the garden where nothing can grow. Dissect the sun, drink its blood.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

In the age of liars and thieves, no use for morals. Based the credos on die or believe, and we'll all gladly follow. SUmmon the strength and rise. Turn away from the grave. Live forever, in undead land. Though no one has ever returned. Liar. Defiler. Summon the serpent. Take total control. Liar. Defiler. Die or believe. Summon the serpent. Take total control. Summon the strength and rise. Turn away from the grave. Live forever in undead land. Though no one has ever returned. This is the way, this is our fate hatred of a world gone mad.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Horoskripture, words to shape the will and indoctrination of all, to punish the flock. The flock of the fools, damned souls to serve the godless souls of their masters, the unholy thieves. "Worshiping light" must cast a shadow. Yet they worship the sun in denial. Like Mithra before, and the water bearer after, the signs of a "true christian god" are found in the Horoskopus. Carved in their minds of redemption, kept constantly weak. Through my will I gain ascension, to become my own god. Carved in their minds of redemption, kept constantly weak. Through my will I gain ascension, to become my own god. Foolish sheep wait for the sign, Horoskopus rise. And the devil is the only god left. And I am god. Horoskopus the signs and constellations from the black up above to the black down below, to blacken the earth. The stolen prophecy speaks the nightmares of sheep to an undying sun. In the shadows of Mithra. The false gods are reborn.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The fire that grows in the hearts of men. The thought of divine inspiration is the heart of the sun. So I wake the gods from the tomb of the ancients, hail the sun. Look to it and go blind. So I lift the veil and pass through to the other side. The will of the gods is the will of my own the will of the gods is the will of my own. There is no god, like the will of my own. There is no god, like the will of my own. All hail the sun. Murder your brothers, destroy yourselves, hang your families, all for the love of the sun. Humanity fails, the ultimate form of insanity is the cross. To deify the ultimate star in the sky, insanity. Humanity fails, the ultimate form of insanity is the cross. To deify the ultimate star in the sky, insanity.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Silence is the key, so turn the other cheek, oh funeral of peace. Oh funeral of peace. Fire in the tomb, to blacken out the moon, oh funeral of peace, oh funeral of peace. Silencing the worms churning in the womb, the sickening embrace of the darkest of the tombs. Their screams the ghastly choir, like smoke it fills the night and the plague unleashed made angels sing Lucifer, Lucifer was right. Is this the end of days? Then why why are they afraid, oh funeral of peace. Oh funeral of peace. Silencing the worms churning in the womb, the sickening embrace of the darkest of the tombs. Their screams the ghastly choir, like smoke it fills the night and the plague unleashed made angels sing Lucifer, Lucifer was right. The silence is broken by broken bones. Hallowed grounds hit with hollowed skulls. The nightmare that follows into light the days of sorrow serves the might of men. Try to silence, I will speak, leave the cross to the weak. If I suffer, I will speak. Leave the gods to the weak.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

The liars, the thieves the bastards of the century have risen to die. They worship the sun based on an ancient pagan god under the sign of pisces. The sun will die. Over and over again. The god of war, bringer of desolation. The sun has set on the anointed one. The god of war, bringer of desolation. The famine that spreads from the holy land. Such as the desert itself, vacant, lifeless, covered in a holy shroud. The famine that spreads from the holy land. Such as the desert itself, vacant, lifeless, covered in a holy shroud. The god of war, the sun has set.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

In the age of astrological divinations they usurped thrones of ancients ripped apart the kingdoms then they burned all the books. For possession of power. The procession of aeons ago. Culmination of chaos. Shaped the world, the world that we know of fire. A messiah undead, war, war without end. Fire and chaos in an unholy land all for the cult of Dagon. For the possession of undying hands. Theives of history stand before me, bastards be judged. Liars, For the possession of the darkest age.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

An old new testament of faith, ripped from the hands of the dead and placed on the cross. Just as the light from above is captured below, the christened king of their church is a stolen concept of the sun. I won't wait for tomorrow, I won't wait for a sun that won't rise a god that is dead, buried in lies, I won't speak of forgiveness, to those who have no true will of their own, their fate has been sealed, their blood has run cold. I am the sword of hell and in the words of god "he who cannot be torn from heaven". Just as the light from above is captured below, the christened king of their church is a stolen concept of the sun. won't wait for tomorrow, I won't wait for a sun that won't rise a god that is dead, buried in lies, I won't speak of forgiveness, to those who have no true will of their own, their fate has been sealed, their blood has run cold. I am the sword of hell and in the words of god "he who cannot be torn from heaven". From heaven, I will not go, I will not go, from heaven. Until they are gone, until they are gone, from heaven. I will not sleep, I will not sleep, never.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

I can't believe in as above so below. How could this happen? Even if there was a god it would hate this fucking planet. Pray for tomorrow, pray for today. Look to the sky, worship the sun. Mutilations in the name of god. Look to the sky. Look to the sky. Sacrifices, in the name of the sun. Worship the sun, worship the sun. Spill the blood in the name of god. Look to the sky, worship the sun. I have waited forever for this age to come.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The bastard of strains. Infecting the hope for tomorrow. No future without the disease. No future. The living dead will follow. The godspell of old. No future without the disease. No future. Chaos ensues, centuries lost in the flames all the years gone to waste. The pathogen leaves no tomorrow. It leaves no escape. Chaos ensues, centuries lost in the flames all the years gone to waste. The pathogen leaves no tomorrow. It leaves no escape. The skies above yield the pearly gates. Oh the pathogen, bastard of the strains.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025