Assaulting the Divine
Staring galced eyes No reason shall pass them by They believed all the lies Written on the pages of a book despised He hears not Ears won't accept my words Endulged by that blindness Redemption in self-denial for the weak children of god As the words remain unheard As the eyes don't reach the sight Power blessed from the Master shall now be wielded by me Infernal hammer drenched in flames Lucifer's praise, might bestown No poison from those wormlike tongues No righteous deed to enlight them Just my wrath crushing the skull of the weak children of god
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Those who seek for Him and becon His name from the deepest of Hell Don't actually sense that his presence draws near The tools of trade ancient ways and means of it Strenght behind the material supremacy is close to the infernal one Not for the virtues of good but the malice of will of man One deed in benevolence Crushed by a thousand sinister acts of crime And through the scars of selfmutilation I taste but a small fracture of mankind's pain Those pityful still preaching of love in this world Even a laugh is too much to spare for them This realm is quite an echo of the Bible's Hell, Realm filled with suffering and death Admire that magnificence of thousand cuts and thousand ends of life One deed in benevolence Crushed by a thousand sinister acts of crime As pain and welth in material are those to conquer Indeed I realize the powers of Satan are overwhelming
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Aamunkoi jälleen valaisee Paljastaa öisin ruhjotun rujouden Kristinmiehen pieksin Omaan heikkouteensa kuolemaan Oppejaan kuuliaasti noudattaen Antoi henkensä käsiin jumalan Vaan käänsikö luoja kasvonsa hänen puoleen? Saapuiko apuun sotapasuunoiden pauhussa? Missä oli pelastava enkeli Heikkoa suojaamassa Missä oli taivaallinen sotajoukko Kun hän Saatanan soturin kohtasi Se oli yö, sateen piiskaama musta yö Saarnamies hiljaa messustaan poistui Jalo hurskaus ei julmalta pelastaisi Öiden yössä, pahan kylvämässä Herjasin ja pilkkasin Saatanallisesti vihasin Hänen oppejaan Hänen uskoaan Sekä tietenkin isää taivaallista Jo kuollutta tarinaa Vaan lieko hänen joukkojaan Nähty sitten Bethlehemin tähden? Kenties nyt vain taivaan narreina Soittokuntana halpana Aikanaan taistelin tekopyhää vastaan Ja koin vääränä sielujen vajoamisen Oppien harhaan moni eksyi Kuulematta sanaakaan Nyt motiivina minua ajaa viha Inho tuota säälittävyyttä kohtaan On vain aika näyttää Vahvan ja heikon ero Hurskas saarnamies Jota aikanani kirosin Vajosi hautaan mätäisään Jumalansa unhoittamana
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
From the Shadow, rising.. A pale becoming Like a leaking sewer pipe rancid, rusted by the time of existance Wasting and losing energy Still deteriorating... withering Arteries spread by my gospel! Blood is the life, they say.. But plagued is this wine poisoned to contaminate Luciferian gifts! It isn't the day that conquers the night, Nor does dark become overcome by light But the existance of another is but the opposite All living will DIE!!! Either a quickened end or slow one of the deterioration... Which is more painful one is to decided by the sufficated But us, the Dark Blessed shall walk as elite above these mortals And the knowledge comes too late when we rule supreme, master! SUPREME!!! MASTER!!! It's the night that kills the light and the day is slain by dark This existance, balance is created from the blacker side
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025