Sovereign

If unwilling or unable To suffer a philosophical death And truly open oneself To all facets of life Aren't we then a disease, a plague? Leaving nothing in our wake Open only to restlessness and a cheap thrill Meek, docile and devoid of free will If so... Physical death is all there is To end this misery We call humanity

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

From earth to water, I call upon thee From water to air, hear my plea From air to fire, break thee free From fire to earth, come to me Hail and welcome! Seven headed dragon of prophecy Cosmic bound beast of eternity Mad demon king, blind with fury Enemy of man devoid of mercy Accept my offering, O great manifold of impurity Take the life essence of this great flock of humanity Feast upon their flesh, their souls and lingering sanity Prey upon their fear, weakness and depravity I open the box of Pandora willingly I wreak havoc on this world knowingly Destroy mankind most eagerly And forever bind it to hell's misery From earth to fire, I call upon thee From fire to air, hear my voice swell From air to water, I hereby release thee From water to earth, and from earth to hell Hail and farewell!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

The darkness that came from the Mediterranean sea covered the city hated by the procurator As the storm cloud was heaving its belly over bald mountain Madman! The one that was executed laid no blame for the taking of his life Among human vices he considered cowardice one of the first Manuscripts don't burn! Magican, professor, sorcerer, appearances may deceive Woland, the non-existent one, yet all-powerful Right eye with a golden spark, piercing anyone to the bottom of his soul Left eye empty and black, the entrance to the well of all darkness and shadow Pah, the devil! All-powerful messire! Spirit of evil and sovereign of shadows and unclean powers Thrice-cursed or thrice-romantic, devil may care Flanked by fanged Azazel and clawed Behemoth, faithful messengers The spring ball of the full moon, the great ball at Satan's Drink the cup of blood and marvel at the sceptic's severed head A dark silhouette of a naked woman, know a witch when you see one Noblesse oblige, my precious queen! The storm of which he had spoken was gathering on the horizon A black cloud rose in the west and cut off half the sun You're free! You're free! He's waiting for you! The procurator had gone into the abyss, irrevocably Forgiven on the eve of sunday Your novel has been read! Each year with the festal spring full moon they fall into anxiety All victims of the same full moon that awakens and draws pitiful cries As they walk towards the moon on a broad path of moonlight The moonbeam boils up and gushes light in all directions A woman of boundless beauty forms herself in the stream And the raging moon pours out streams of light to hell and beyond

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

My mind is troubled... Once proud and full of strength - our people, debased into a wretched race In vile condition manifesting - apathy, a fatal sickness of the mind Identify! Classify! Vilify! Mortify! Enemies now live amongst us - perverting and manipulating our kind The time is here for an exhaustive - purification of all humankind A new elite will conquer - subjugate, and dominate this mortal world Armed with absolute - fanaticism, you are either with us or against I envisage, more radical than ever seen before Amounting to a blueprint for - mass murder, as I move my wand to left and right My mind is clearer now... Once and for all we are going to end The nonsense regarding the sanctity (of human life) It's manifest that merely shedding their blood can alter the color of history Our army will guard our uprising, a radically proud revolutionary elite Their minds are ingrained with spiritual contempt and indifferance to human distress Isolate! Segregate! Annihilate! Exterminate! We must continue ice-cold - and business-like in our endeavors Excess will not be accepted - the process proceeds in an orderly way Emotion will never be felt - so no mercy will be bestowed The outcome will certainly justify - our unyielding will and determined resolve Execute the vermin race of god-believers My mind is now satisfied...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

"Zu helm und schild geboren Zu des landes schutz erkoren Dem könig sein offizier Treu unseren alten sitten In unseren bauern mitten Das sind wir!" "Of noble blood and wrought to fight To shield our land and people's might Faithful keeper of our ruler's guard We hail our folklore and tradition Amidst a rural life's ambition That's what thou truly art!" "Gevormd door 't zwaard zijt gij van stand Toegewijd het dierbaar vaderland Getrouw ons volk tot in den dood Heil aan zede en traditie Temidden der natuur ligt uw ambitie Slechts diegeen is werk'lijk groot!"

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Spawned from darkness we shine unimaginably bright And bring a horrible, unspeakable truth to light You live in a world that should not be A world that, with the laws of nature, does not agree But terra, ever moving, will cancel you out And end civilization both unforgiving and proud So we load our guns and sharpen our knives Ready for the hunt sans regard for human lives For too long we stood by and watched this travesty untold But finally comes the time to strike hard, precise and cold Legio luporum! Lycanthropic storm! Legio luporum! Legion of wolves! Legio luporum! Victory is nigh! Legio luporum! Their end is now! So we load our guns and sharpen our knives Ready for the hunt sans regard for human lives No rest, no reprieve for all you charlatan sheep in wolf pelt You'll know true strength once our breath in your neck you've felt

Is this all there is? Is this all it amounts to? Am I to be just a copy of you? Trapped in eternal stasis? A pariah I will remain to be Introspective yet defiant and fully awake Knowing at the crossroads which path to take On an epic quest to worship me For where all will strive to do right I will be left And gentle sheep of crucial wisdom will be bereft Unaware of the true power and potential of the self Yet here I in this divine force deeply delve For I will rid myself of these shackles of existence And I will rid myself of this burden of compliance For I will take into my hand the sceptre of lawlessness And rule my world with predatorial ruthlessness

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Bound for a thousand years Was the dragon, the old serpent The enlightened one! Having the key to the abyss And the great chain broken Abyssus! Abyssum! Invocat! An angel clawing its way up from hell In all its rebellious glory! Black winged Gruesomely glaring Crushing seven worn trumpets Under blackened cloven hoof And the sky fell to the earth And the earth shivered and quaked And there followed lightnings and voices And thunders and great hail mingled with blood And the moon turned crimson and the sun extinguished Another eon which has passed out of existence

Conceived to regain the glory of the deutsche kriegsmarine To withstand brithish supremacy over ocean and over sea Forged of blood and iron: a masterpiece as seen never before Deployed in 1941 never again to reach german shore Emerging from the icelandic mist in the evening of may 23 Immediately firing a barrage with its mighty on board artillery The british under screen of smoke evaded as well as they could And alarmed the royal navy deployed their pride HMS hood The hood encountered the Bismarck and after a fatal error they made Against all expectation the flagship suffered a horrible fate National shock inspired determination in the british in its totality With HMS prince of Wales crippled and the Bismarck getting away With their still operational radar it had yet its part to play Shadowing the Bismarck and relaying its position to the british admiralty The royal navy fully mobilised and steaming towards the hunt The german admiral soon realised the Bismarck would be outran Almost reaching the french safe haven, the swastikas unveiled To the still vengeful british hunters their position was again revealed While more and more ships were gaining up they fired relentlessly Accepting their loss, the germans buried the struggling Bismarck at sea

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025