Born of the Cauldron

Riding in righteous rage, Laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets of gold Madness is in your eyes the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle because you know you are blessed Stealing, plundering, No! Take that which is rightfully yours Your book of insane dreams and tyrant king told you so Destroy the non-believers just to save your soul Evangelize the land and make it pure again Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle Crusader, kill to please your god above Crusader, make a joyful sound Spill the blood upon the ground You gasp your last breath of icy autumn frost You look into the eyes of the youth whom to your life is lost Cast you blurry glance to the skies, realize No one comes to take your hand from the promised land Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest Crimson gushes from your mouth as you wait for death Crusader, Die to please your god above Crusader, Make a joyful sound Your blood got spilled upon the ground.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Mine is the card of suffering Mine is the card of misery All of this was foretold Before these depictions ever hung in Thoth's gallery I have many names for many heroes As I see pass another century, this means nothing to me I Caladcholy, Excalibur, Socht's sword Glorm Glas, Beater and Biter I Mournblade, Stormbringer, Cruadin I am the sword with which Siegfried slew the dragon Those strong enough to brandish me will only know in their lives misery I drink deep of souls while all those around them die, This foretold before man could shape steel into a triumph of will Or the pyramids caressed the sky I Caladcholy, Excalibur, Socht's sword, Glorm Glas, Beater and Biter I Mournblade, Stormbringer, Cruadin I am the sword with which Siegfried slew the dragon I may lie Aeons in the bottom of a lake or dwell in a netherworld cave in Ameeron I Caladcholy, Excalibur, I will drink your soul from the depleted chalice that is nothing more than the shell of a man where once stood a mythical champion

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

A black mirror forged in the ancient way Consecrated to the moon Look into it long enough Look deep inside of you What the moon brings, visions holy or obscene the walls of this world faded away Sad voices they bade me follow them the dead lotus faces led the way Onward I strode the moonlit stream The stream became a lake, the lake a sea The dead faces vanished in the darkness The moonlight showed what lay before me What the moon brings, Horrors unholy, obscene Great columns and spires obscurred by seaweed A city lay there in the sea Where the flesh from all churchyards comes to be It knew me, I knew it The monolith it arose from the city in the sea Spake mind to mind with me Tonight you're in the company of the old ones Man has called through the ages Daemons, So you wanted to see yourself on the grand scale Look into me you and I are one To know thy God is to know thy Devil, Midnight rapture, synchronicity Back through the waters of the worlds dead I ran Both angular and curved currrents of time Carrying only my dark souls reflection The apple, the snake, the garden, the fall Vague symbols of the deed much worse than them all They scented me at one point as I escaped through time Plaster the walls 'round Evil travels through the angles A baying of hounds, beware Evil travels through angles The broken circle will be my end Avoid the triangle, it's just a matter of time before the gates will open I hear the baying of hounds The monolith it arose from the city in the sea Spake mind to mind with me Tonight you're in the company of the old ones Man has called through the ages Daemons So you wanted to see yourself on the grand scale Look into me you and I are one To know thy God is to know thy Devil Midnight rapture, synchronicity

Priests of my temple sustain me I have gone beyond the gates of forever after Beyond the shade gates, but not revealed to me the key to the mysteries Consciousness comes and Consciousness goes Locked but never dying in death's smothering throes Hieroglyphics on the wall Foretell the doom of he to be Imprisoned with the Pharoahs Imprisoned with the Pharoahs, with the Pharoahs Eternally Vague recollections of lives fell past This time my acolytes surround me they are garbed in blood stained colonial attire Athames flash maniacal eyes gleam and I scream These four walls where I begin I will learn These four walls of the pyramid Triangular damnation Hieroglyphics on the wall Foretell the doom of he to be Imprisoned with the Pharoahs Imprisoned with the Pharoahs, with the Pharoahs Eternally My sorcery was feared in the land Even the priests of Isis Trembled before me I knew all of the gods of Aegyptus well To know ones name is to have control by spell Black Gods of Aegyptus you are the Devils of Sumeria in disguise Given form to the formless ones, I was accurst with this thirst Despised of all gods Sorcerer Supreme But still just a man Imprisoned with the Pharoahs Eternally I am damned

Magic circles etched upon the floor Hours of fasting and prayer Time to open the forbidden door Triangle of manifestation Call on the Legions Here they will be bound The Tetragrammaton spoken Bathed in blood spilled fresh Black book of knowlege bound in human flesh Hours of peering into a black mirror Voices call forth from beyond Hells on top of hells Liar, treacherer you won't hide behind the cross We were here before you or your puny deities Liar, treacherer, murderer you won't hide behind the cross You looked into the black mirror of your soul Terror lies when you dream where the gods dream Could I have descended from such vile and evil things And is this what I aspired to evolve to Terror lies when you dream where they dream Unseen hand, you're knocked to sprawl Flesh is torn out of your belly snakes crawl Hail to thee Infernal Hosts Necromancer, know the ecstacy of sweet Hell, eternally They found him lying dead beside a square of Mars

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Born on the battlefield, Heat of the melee during a Vanir raid Before he had lived to see fifteen snows his name by Council fires was praised Intent to colonize southern Cimmeria, Aquilonia built Venarium Out of the northern hills swept the Cimmerian steel, tasting Aquilonian blood In true berserker form he fought on and on beside his Cimmerian kin The Aquilonians driven back across their frontier He returned for awhile to his tribe do you wonder what they mean Distant voices forever calling In Fate's Eye A King He spent time with a band of Aesir He raided the Hyperbareans The Hyperbarean castles were ruled by wizards called by the fearful Witchmen He lead a foray against the Haloga Castle to free the daughter of the Aesir chief The mission a success, but as they fled they were taken by an army of living dead Toiling away at night he ground his chain until it was weak enough to break One stormy night, whirling the heavy chain, he slayed his way out into the rain In vague dreams of conquest and kingdom do you wonder just what they mean Distant voices forever calling In Fate's Eye A King Tyrants and wizards, they fall before you and what your wyrd will bring It was written in the furthest of stars In Fate's Eye A King Swordless and fleeing into the mountains He was chased by a pack of wolves He found refuge in a cave Before him sat the corpse of an ancient chieftan upon a throne Across his knees was a bronze sword grasped by huge hands of ancient bone When he sees the sword the corpse came to life He fought with everything in him Escaped armed this time In vague dreams of conquest and kingdom do you wonder just what they mean Distant voices forever calling In Fate's Eye a King Tyrants and wizards fall dead before you and what your wyrd will bring It was written in the furthest of stars In Fate's Eye A King Witches and warlocks, women and wine Songs sons of men will sing Your life becomes legend, legend becomes myth In Fate's Eye A King Your wyrd neverending it turns the wheel do you know the riddle of steel Never knowing what the next day will bring In Fate's Eye A King

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Long before man had begun to evolve There was a warlock, half god, half daemon Through reckless invultuations he stumbled upon Things that ought not to be given manifestation Innocent blood it must be spilled The runes written in the plasma A heart filled with courage torn out beating still, and placed in the Cauldron To bring forth the Hell Storm Out of the Cauldron arose from the mist Chaos lain dormant for ages Hands gripped the steel that smote down the gods as predicted by prophets and sages A shadow of darkness that dwarfed any host of Hel or Hell envisioned by man Born of the Cauldron Malefic language breaking hermetic law Into the wrong hands the grimoire will fall The sonorous rhythm from the barbarous tongue sang, From a devil gorged nightmare the Cauldron Born came Innocent blood it must be spilled The runes written in the plasma A heart filled with courage torn out beating still and placed in the Cauldron Hell-Dark sorceries race out on the wind Very little is known of the necromancers life But it was whispered of how old Malygris died

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Run, hide in the old church you'll be safe These words from a priest who's lost his faith In the face of seeing the dead walk again Outside the rain is beating down As they thrust up from the ground The seek the sustenance they need to bring to fruition the seeds sewn within Inside these walls of stone and antiquity We seek refuge in this holy sanctuary Disease of immortality awaits as the night closes in Dreams that seen unreal, a story from centuries ago cast up before my eyes Winged daemons, harpies led the way as the armies of the impaler rode to the city to drink the life's blood and enslave all within Eternally Inside these walls of stone and antiquity We seek refuge in this holy sanctuary Disease of immortality awaits in the night They rode into the village upon fanged steeds The villagers were sewn with the vampire seeds The were buried undead all in the same place A church was built to imprison them it seemed forever The cross avails us not, there's something unholy about this sacred lot Ghosts from the past rise up to toast the dusk of the living dead The walls are closing in Glassy eyed we join in the song of the living dead

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025