Morbid Tales
Years of plead, behind the walls Chambers and vaults, scenes of fright Unspoken words, in pain and dread 140 lives passed his hands Gilles de Rais... the perverted son The holy man... hanged by nobility Into the Crypts of Rays... Alluring children for his masses Robbing and buying young souls Sacrifice to morbid demons Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust Gilles de Rais... the perverted son The holy man... hanged by nobility Into the Crypts of Rays... "So this is for the morbid one, The braveless and sick Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs Sexual offence and perverted rites Watching them limp and die... Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams Halfway came true..." As a late medieval's French marshall Unrestrained, with endless ambitions Personal guard for Jeanne d'Arc ...the rising of his soul to god... Gilles de Rais... the perverted son The holy man... hanged by nobility Into the Crypts of Rays... Overdone mysticism and Desperate Satanism (Ha!) Are just one small step apart There's no human scheme in the beyond... Gilles de Rais... the perverted son The holy man... hanged by nobility Into the Crypts of Rays...
Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025
My life turns into sand Immortality is my dream Man shall follow my command Sorcery shall conquer my fear Astral magic and runic wand I feel that wisdom is near Across the mountain's ice Scarlett at the equinox' dawn I sacrificed an innocent lamb And drunk the wine of paradise But, still run the sands of time Just one thing yet to be done As spells surround me At a lightmass' night He raised the abyss Covered by the sword I sold my soul in vain I feel it, as he returns The sands of time will never run For an immortal dead man
You are blind - Deny the sun and light Whose are the objections - From where come the doubts Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked Serenades of opposition - Absurdity, human's fate and hope True reflections of community - Procreation of the gods and lost Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked Cain and Abel's love and death - Love and hate is what we are and were Dagger and grail have- Fallen off the altar Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked If god raised the abyss - You'd procreate your own Abolism of death is - Abolism of life "Mysteries of perversity" "I've killed this old man, because he limped I've done it because he shouldn't have to do it" Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are - Yeziti's call Aeon of night - Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are - Yeziti's call Aeon of night - Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced beast Seven they are - Yeziti's call Aeon of night - Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs in pride. Seven they are - Yeziti's call Aeon of night - Eager to prevail
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025