Der Teufelsbund

This is where the light left you Naked, raped and devoid Of the symptoms indicating A soulfull life Receive the blessings you did Of the one who rode at dawn Yet stained mercury with sulphur And turned upside-down the law Through the blackest will A son of lilith you have become Put on a robe of matching colour And hung the world around your neck Crowned you were with the serpent of sunrise Having caught its head in your spear Little we knew that it was you as wise The abyss-beast of wisdom and fear With the shape of a crocodile As a mystic creature of the sea Marking melancholy's reside It binds us and sets us free To take up a path of a magician Is to see possibilities beyond god To expand and overwhelm like pleyads Injected to the tissue of aditi

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The bodies smeared with ashes to Come before Teitan And manifest the working laid Out in the very blood of ours Carriers of seed, dogs of typhôn, So saturnine and bleak A thousand curses were sent forth To violently dissolve All stagnant forms Devoid of meaning For is There Not A most Profound Joy In the knowledge of dissolution? Like some imperial birds of prey We circle towards the vast Infinity of space Upon us a wound heavier than all those Of their ragged christ As it is self-inflected

What was the feeling so intense I couldn't see, I couldn't hear it revealed a secret to my sense: everything's already here Like the chants of the dead or the boom of the winds thus produces gold from lead lifts the world from it's sins It flows in through your ears let it shine, let it rend mortal weaknesses it sears or brings to the bitter end Who is the akasic king his palace under desert's dome with constant state of solitude guards the passage to plerome Nothing on this earth transcends the working of his brotherhood for he is the light of sense Master Satan understood

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

O, the flame-tongue, kumara gathered are we, the brethren in the light of the early star on our long journey sent To the sacrificial pit of the old under all-seeing, fiery eye as your mysteries do unfold we shear the blood of lie For our master appeared to me as a sinister viceroy sent to rule instead of an incapable king now: who's the king, who's the fool? Give the king what's justly his to claim tomb of thought, so frail and low and a sword directed to the skies in blame in exchange for his dominions woe Would you shine, O' Azazel with all the truth there ever may be when you from heights thus fell you armed us with the eyes to see The traces of the lie fed to us in the dawn of world indeed you are, in your defy the loftiest kumara of those of the old

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Thou violator of perfection! verily, your creation was in vain! enjoy the melancholy and the pain Behind the masks of agony behind all that is good or foul over blackened landscapes in the dark night of soul the shadow rides the nightwind For the sake of this disgust of conscious the ultimate wound I grant to myself and thus, to the others' selves those ignorant of their heavenly race clinging to the flesh not of their own waste of seeds by seven sown the dying sun they face Towards primeval darkness we ride the beast of depths master sign mark your chests and sacred asps our feet No dawn but its star so bright! in the bosom of .... through sacred vows of the funeral rite in masters truth - our truth - we burn

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I lie wounded stain with ash and blood Crossing my pale furrowed hands As I hurl down into the caves of my black heart Mournful creatures of the moist earth I witness their circling descend Into the streams that separate gods from men I've set to seek and destroy Mirages, hungry apparitions Thirsty shades, fetters of the self That hold my fiery essence in these rusty chains They must return, they must drown They must be thrown into the (dark) waters below As I descend deeper into hell And cross the gnawing, gaping abyss Many vain things leave my being I behold at the dreadful Kali spreads her arms The starry gates open wide as the Ascent though the spheres beings The wheel turns again as the lord of the mountain starts to cross The thresholds of the daylight darkness once again With rectifying virtue I stand again And take my place amongst the beings of pure fire

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

No wonder but innumerable worlds written in fire the bird of manifestation unfolds her wings can you speak of the fetters here where we know that the walls did never exist? No death ressurecting the gold that was never gone what time it takes of the lightning to strike down from high heavens in the storm of that which is all and nought? The knocking is done and the door is opened the burden of man's smallness now taken as a jewel cross when you bless these serpents of the moist

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025