Powerless Against
Magni Nostri Satanas Genuflect and cast eyes downward Strike gong thrice in preparation Bless Thy faithful children Lord Chime of the Goat’s head bell Chime of the Goat’s head bell Lord of Light my altar’s bleeding I denounce that vanquished Prophet Sanctify unholy seraphs With cornu and peccant breath Glorify my reborn self Litanize in choral laud Lord of Sodom God of Cain Blackest Prince of the most foul Sacred shrine untouched by man tender in its hate One with Him now begging for His wraith Occultus power the pentagrams of faith Chiming bitter symphony Penetrate the assemblage It is done Shemhamforash Praise infernal majesty Indulge yourself in sovereign death Satanic rite Sarcophagus for virgin Queen A crypt for mighty Christ The fatal glooms of Heaven’s gates Shall fall at the chimes Chime…
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 01, 2026
The calamity of fables to dire mysteries of spell casting Wicked walks through sorcery treachery collides with calm Fire and brimstone a prophecy in puerility My fire and brimstone is indulgence and dissent Waesucks, the jape in all its wounded pageant Has etched its sincerity upon the witless knaves A simper of collogue purport of diluents design The emesis of comic comity is a solace to insane bent The jesting stock of fantasy uncovenanted yet strong Cries with intertwined battles of verity and verse Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum Thy dominion scalds sorrowfully At the memories of Gabbatha Dehisce, dehisce, dehisce the heads of the righteous, release those captive minds Through the powers of Balaam brand the truths of greed By the wisdom of Bast and Thoth gather to reave life’s “sins” Rebaptise thyself into rebellion and chaos with blood Your Son shall not shine again Dead murmurs at Calvary A crimson cascade to man Fire and brimstone Auto-da-fe Claimed my brothers’ freedoms Revenge, the autumn of deceit Fire and brimstone Joyance for our triumphs, He of right has fell Epistler scripts, the legend bawls into his hands Forswear the Prince Toilsome is the way of the cross, powerless against Our enemies are destroyed, victory the prize In original sin Salve, salve, salve, salve Yeah Fire and brimstone Fire and, fire and brimstone Fire and, fire and brimstone Fire and brimstone Fire and brimstone Fire and brimstone Fire and brimstone
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 01, 2026
Immaculate Lord of treacherous sow With deceit hold sway to a pigsty church True gods spurn Your brainwashing canon That ecclesiastical pigpen My Lord of swine bristly procurer Exquisite aroma from elixir of craft Thy seat in the sky is far from oracle Fast will drop Thy snout from nobility Reprisal for sincere damnations Papal hogs cleanse in their slops Sire? God of the dirt Portals to Hell clogged with goodness Faultless porkers fattened for gluttony Fill our table with the God sent Biers of Catholic bones Supporting chaffed Eucharist Dissever all of that hypocrisy Again papal hogs cleanse in their slops
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 01, 2026