Luciferian Frequencies

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Call the ancient ones. Build them into the foundations Primitive guides Who live only to maintain their blood Feeding from their coward existence To strive for power To convince you Of a better future To come They teach you How to feed them Still you do not ask why Making their large yellow eyes Ordering you to chant Until a state of insanity Ritual death You sacrifice, without choice The eleventh element The only exit The limbless crawl together to give birth You're drained in front of their dead eyes The fleshly expression of might You look upon the scene As a spectator But forget you're the one lying in the altar Guided by the foundation stones Into your oblivion They teach you, how to feed them Still you do not ask why Making their large yellow eyes Makes you to chant, until a state of insanity Into your...Oblivion

Pressed gainst the glass Breathing fog on thin ice Trying to look out And see what dwells beyond Faint shadows of what you try to be But still many thousands of times More than you can perceive Holographic image spews out Its fire vibrations Breathing dust and glowing ashes, From what once, was you Crystal Glaze Foundation Deathlike wish for knowledge Hybris crushed, destroyed Control to what stands, above No longer able to shatter each other We drain ourselves Terror-balance to manage survival Eyes open the wrong way When the tidal-wave builds up it's essence We stare blindly in the other direction

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Expressionless and killing your fate Endless strive in water The vessel of the souls Preserves the stories of old Carrying back and forth With no question of time or destination The innocent bleed from their eyes And nothing has meaning anymore They grieve over knowledge lost to this world See their work fall into the possessed Symbols once obvious Now looked upon with scorn In search for enlightenment too worldly Cycless stretched out of blind lines Torture no longer disconnects you from flesh And they give of what they once owned Still no longer they can grasp For these souless beings Expressionless and killing your fate Endless strive in water The vessel of the souls Preserves the stories of old Carrying back and forth With no question of time or destination The innocent bleed from their eyes And nothing has meaning anymore The styx reflection They grieve over knowledge lost to this world See their work fall into the possessed Symbols once obvious Now looked upon with scorn In search for enlightenment too worldly No longer they perceive This making here

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

The mirrors stand once again on the hills The boards of clay still hide in the sand Summed up in what is now a mental desert The cradle of human creation Now burned, now buried The source spits you out on the floor Cold, Sterile, Mournful Impenetrable, weak and weary Where there is no pleasure, nor joy Whatever you ask shalt be true But who dictates what you ask here? Microcosmic links to all Where bloodline is only illusion The aim of the Sage Is telling you that nothing ever was true Picatrix - Picatrix Liberties of the flesh are the only channel For they mark the connection To the minds, who cares to rotate Sinister strikes with your dagger of glass Cuts through the throats of the mute

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Silence You requested silence to proceed your quest But here only gluttons feed off your limbs A golden mind has sent you, Watching the bewitched creature Representing the One Who abandoned pity and demise We walk beside your tracks, all stealthed Withdrawn from the focus of Man Saying they know your name But hardly know your true image Seeing your footsteps wash away in the sand Where you wrote the permanent path On existence For the sake of freedom, we crawl To be given oblivion Slowly drawn From your constricted light Representing the One who abandoned Pity and demise Deliverer of Light Lucifer's despite Deliverer of Light LUCIFER!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Reclaiming homes lost For thousands of years Written into history, Events forever left to the old, Since the bringer of it was To the sacrificed Story recorded by the conquerors, But you worked this out behind the scenes Hiding behind masks The new reign is spreading Martyr-like features, Crucifying themselves, Through simple open play But the general audience Swallows and swallows Again, and over again Threads through their limbs, Saints and angels guide them No more freely than is captured in oil The painter re-draws the self-portrait Story recorded by the conquerors, But you worked this out behind the scenes The infidel laugh back at them Now he shows His true self

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Praised be Thy realm Bringer of Inversion Consumed by your everlasting journey With no reason to look back Be Dark Thy Light Mercury of the wise Extract the spiritual seeds White turned to gold, And blackest of all the leaves Through which you speak to us Illusions through these tools True change through our own minds Enlightenment misinterpreted Black flames of vision The wide-open mouth of the One With silver teeth And the One breathing scents of death Wearing tainted golden scales Be dark thy light, or none at all Be glorious consummation Illusions through these tools True change through our own minds Enlightenment misinterpreted Black flames of vision Flickering behind in the mirror When we focus on the surface reflection Sucked into a vortex of absence When we bring forth our own personal Hell

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Fumbling around in darkness Unable to separate The walls breathe Walls smell of all of you Smell of what you transformed into But you live in my mind Turned by the alchemist lies Producer of false legends Where I built the walls out of body parts The same as many years past Falling back into psychosis Since that's all I know Dismembered It's all that's real It pulls away And I fall awaiting for the bottom Breathing walls keep me warm And condemn me for what I have done As I fade away... Blood vessels open A chalice filled with vinegar And the oil slowly turning matte Purifying the skin With rotting perfumes And the offerings, those are left behind

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Vermin Spreading like a plague Not so brilliant procreating Mere drought and deprivation Covered with masks Protecting from your filthy fluids That seep through dried out fields Bleeding landscape through the chemicals Nothing shall prosper here Nothing shall grow again Demolished solutions Keeping feuds alive For the sake of man Breathing and drinking from the rest Spiritual cleansing of the surface Returning to the source And leaving nothing behind Vermin, vermin, vermin Covered with masks Protecting from your filthy fluids That seep through dried out fields Bleeding landscape through the chemicals Food for the mind Only offered to the chosen Cold they draw what they can from you You have been excluded...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025