Holocaust of Ecstasy & Freedom
Like fire at sentinel hill Reaching peaks of doom We are the night You seek to find And ancient code requires that you undergo the test at altar we are the night you seek to find Seven stone witches Two goblets of wine In another one, slow poison Choose now - free your mind!
Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 05, 2026
Ten toasts to ritual brides Who beyond human awareness cry Three priests by them baptized Cloaking all in insolent pride Oh, white magician gone wrong Human soul conqueror For they will never understand You're the lord of left-hand path Your black mass they pray Numbed by their fate Those drugged sheeps still yet Fear goats on the left For they will never understand You're the lord of left-hand path Your black mass they pray Numbed by their fate Those drugged sheeps still yet Fear goats on the left Loners and devious minds Stalking puritans through times Like templars burned at stake Tamed in your light they were Hiding in their towers While, led by true son... The son of the horned god!!! There is something in this world very wrong Sheeps claim eternal life, While goats swim in the lake of fire Obsessed by death, they see your smirk Yet unable to understand That you're the lord of the left-hand path
Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 05, 2026
Yog-Sothoth... Amidst circle of stones According to your words We invert their cross Yog-Sothoth... We are your witches Yog-Sothoth... Great ageless one Revived now from your tomb Past, present and future, all It can't be soon enough Please, let them fall! Your voice inside my head Will leave this world dead Lavinia Whateley, gave birth to a brat Sons of the timeless, on that hill they chant No church wedding, could mom dare to know Her twins of evil, consuming earth like dope Teach us new ways, to enjoy ourselves We are your witches, to our own ends No church wedding, could mom dare to know Her twins of evil, consuming earth like dope Yog-Sothoth... Amidst circle of stones According to your words We invert their cross
Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 05, 2026
Middle of the woods in winter time (Ancient rites) Partake in their lust (Mind bondage art) Far too much to dream Perception, rise, your secret mind Far too much to dream Under this moon, we're rising soon Nocturnal zeal... Rise, the chalice of our truth Blaspheming god that never was Flesh under wintermoon Pale and enchanting I'm coming soon!!!!
Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 05, 2026
If Thule is to rise Out of base matter and chaos Calling forth it's sons To mate with their true darkness If Thule is to rise Our war with god won't end With your sleazy ways All the earth would flame Unripe vengeance, must be served Our war with god won't end Dionysos lives, summoned again Old ones will know our incense burns here Their poor taste in gods Won't let them see This holocaust of ecstasy Hearken to my voice And your nymphs still breathe Even when I cease to be Their poor taste in gods Won't let them see This holocaust of ecstasy
Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 05, 2026
Two-wheeled sinister sons Mayhem, gore & blood The cult of living dead - not gone just yet! Wheels turned away from the grave They're laughing insane Southwest UK's claim to fame Ha ha ha ha Off your mind you go And this body will just behold Destined to hold the keeps Of swamped backstreets Psychomania Devil's bastard child Psychomania On wheels will end his life Tom Latham, king of witches Drops the hammer hard 'Cause there is no tomorrow For those who fear the dark Psychomania Devil's bastard child Psychomania Born to ride against the tide Here are the seekers, witchfinding speeders Born to ride, against the tide The living dead, with unbowed heads - doomed to live eternally!? Psychomania The living dead Psychomania With unbowed head Psychomania Doomed to live Psychomania Eternally...
Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 05, 2026
Somewhere inside this world But far behind our time They live another dimension For origins of strange kind They let him possess her To be buried with dignity They let him possess her And child of darkness lives free She's a foundation Divine creation One woman now following His ritual spree Ritual spree Ritual spree Ritual --- spree... Black earth, red moon Black earth, red moon United --- in you... Outside of space and time Magician longs to see His soul like the snake of fire Reinvigorates it's skin Priestess your hands are cold Reaching my gasping throat More than possessing fate... This pleasure received in pain! Soon she'll love like two 'Cause she'll be in her too Transferral of her mind Into that body, right! Satyr enters lair, possessing you, beware Since the sun was young, repeated it again And priestess, your hands are cold Reaching my gasping throat More than possessing fate This pleasure received in pain Oh priestess, your hands are cold Reaching my gasping throat
Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 05, 2026