Henbane

Old, dreary old monastery Saints cursed it in the obscure past A place of death and adultery Heavy rain washes the dust But there's never dust on its door Blood-spots on its walls and its floor When the flute plays the obscene themes And your pentagram unholy gleams When your clothes bite your skin Satan's voice mutes your spleen To the Devil we raise our lustful calling This blood we spill to manifest His power The night is cut with the bell's infernal tolling We worship you since the awakening hour Naked cunt on the altar and the head of the betrayer To thee O Dark Lord goes our faithful prayer Tou - the mighty Word of sedition You're the spark of divine transition You're the blood of anti-light opposition We're your fist to crush the holy apparition When you hear a banshee's crying And Satan's voice strong and undying His kingdom calls upon the chosen few When the moon is bright and silver blue We pray the evil prayer that never dies Making love to the Protector of Seasons Night's cold air is warmed with our sight We drank of their wine to mute the reasons And unlock the terror that rides the midnight skies We are Thine, O Satan, called to your dominions

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The church dungeons is full of weeping Of the unfortunates in unquiet sleeping I dream warmly of that April night When I've sworn to the Righteous Might Chained to dirt and delivered to torment Fearless and scornful I await my final moment There's a stronger fire burning within Making harmless the one eating my skin It's the fire of my baneful will That shall bring my foes low and ill In my love for Him I've never been in misery Of death I made my victory How dare they disturb our Art? Born with Eve's willful deed But I embrace my end with unshaken heart I shall never perish, the Devil's seed Though they broke my bones And crushed my hands with stones Mocked my painful moans Yet my spirit rebelliously roams

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Deserted shrine, chants to the moon Maledictions upon foes, requests of a boon Altar's ready, the dagger cuts the twig To the East and to the South To the West and to the North Come! Come! We call Thee forth! By the powers of the land and sea We swear obedience unto Thee By the powers of moon and sun Bless us and Thy will be done In a place wild and dreary, flashing of the blade Naked we tread Thy round, the oath is made Altar's red, the dagger cuts the twig Working forbidden mysteries and singing words of scourge Assembled in the light of the blazing torch Altar's never clean, the dagger cuts the twig Bat's blood and the tongue of dog Sting of snake and eyes of frog Juice of hemlock and silverweed Opium, mandrake and henbane's seed Foreskin of birth-killed babe Hell-broth tastes like Satan's grape Black cat's wool and lizard scales How sweetly cauldron exhales

The moon shines in its prime It's the night of infernal wonder I shall go to the forbidden shrine Evected in the haunted wood out yonder Leper monks savour menstrual blood Succubus seduce a young, healthy lad Naked bodies sway in the lustful stream Cold, evil eyes in the dark fiercely gleam Bleached bones in shallow graves cry out for blood My baby's heart feels the evil though cannot see The dark, horned silhouette beckons to me In the fumes of herbs phantoms appear at will The wood enchanted is eerily silent and still My baby's heartbeat suddenly quickens With joy and terror the midnight air thickens Lambs bared their fangs Shrieks turned to sweetes sigh A drugged virgin on the altar bangs The clatter of hooves is nigh Leper monks savour menstrual blood Succubus seduce a young, healthy lad Naked bodies sway in the lustful stream Cold, evil eyes in the dark fiercely gleam

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025