Hamkar Atonement
Oh, creator! What treachery has befallen thee? As Ohrmazd, defeat in strife Thou hath born witness to the glorious, the mighty lord! As Ohrmazd, defeat eternal Ye of good words, good thoughts and kind spirit, come forth and see! As Ohrmazd defeat eternal I shall cast down all who walk his path Triumphant, may Gannag Menog tower upon thee As one, defeated in creation, the kindred spirit has been unleashed Unholy kindred spirit A grand apostasy, vicious pessimism and despondency Hail the glorious fall, hail death triumphant “Gaze into the distant plains and behold the wickеd dance of the druj, but do not be dеceived by their guise and riches.” “Fool! Do you not see the might of the Other, he who was born alongside the creator as equal? Has the magnificent truth not consumed thine flesh and all the beauty of these lands?” “Decrepit utterances, unspeakable blasphemies of impurity, thou shall not forsake me! I am of good words and good thoughts, the true creator is with me!” “Fool! Gaze upon thine feeble flesh, the true lord’s malice is already upon thee! Be unburdened by your good thoughts and kind spirit, unshackled from Ohrmazd’s lie! There is but one who may withstand the glorious fall, and whence has he gone? the creator has forsaken thee…” Triumphant, may Gannag Menog tower upon thee The kindred spirit has been unleashed Unholy kindred spirit The sole true creator of vicious pessimism and despondency Hail the Glorious fall, hail death triumphant
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
„It is not that I cannot create anything good, but that I will not“ Zurvan, whence hath thou taken the arrogance? Do not question me, feeble one! You shall never understand the suffering of aeons Meditation in silence, one thousand years of agony Behold now! I, above all, am the lord of creation In a brief moment of doubt I birthed thee, Akhoman! And it is this doubt that feeds thine feeble spirit! I, above all, am the lord of creation Ripping womb to emerge victorious, grant me thine blessing so I may Reign Worthless and wretched doth thou call me, forsaken by time itself! This does not concern me, as it is I who emerged victorious Bear witness to the pestilence I have cast on these lands! Zurvan, whence hath thou taken the arrogance? These lands, once plentiful and rich in soil, now soaked in the blood of man Defeated in strife, he has chosen death In a brief moment of doubt I birthed thee, Akhoman! And it is this doubt that feeds thine feeble spirit! I, above all, am the lord of creation Ripping womb to emerge victorious, grant me thine blessing so I may Reign for 9000 years! These lands, once plentiful and rich in soil, now soaked in the blood of man Defeated in strife, he has chosen death I, above all, am the lord of creation Akhoman, Lord of the eternal wastelands, blessed be thine victorious spirit Spill the blood Shatter those who dare stand before thee, may their feeble flesh be torn limb from limb Spirit, spill the blood
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Filth upon me! Filth upon me! Filth upon me! Filth upon me! Unspeakable, foul lord of flesh Sink in me, consume me Obedient, heed the whispers of lust Feel the pearls of gore drip from within Without inhibition, exuberant Blackest, wretched whore of the underworld Luscious lips, drenched in blood of the sacred Unspeakable deity of lust Varun, the filth of my flesh Varun, defiled by the stench Varun, spill the seed of thine vengeful lust
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Spendarmad! I summon thee, holy devotion I oppose thee from the depths and bathe thee in fire Illumination! Bathe in the fire (Risen from the flame) Raised from the fire (Hidden in the flame) Spendarmad! Display your holy devotion (Hidden by the flame) Spendarmad! Do not fear my boundless wisdom (Hidden in the flame) Rise from the pyre (Hidden in the flame) Blessed by the fire (Risen from the flamе) “What are these foul uttеrances, heretic? Doth thou dare speak my name and beckon me to behold this feeble shell?” “Gaze upon me wretched one! Display to me your holy devotion and be cleansed by my fire!” "This wisdom you seek doth not hide in the flame, what ignorance! Open thine spirit to my light…" Born of fire And now, illuminated by holy devotion, I call thee defeated one Aghast at this power, seeping through skin and blessed by the light of fire Spendarmad! I summon thee, holy devotion I vanquished thee from the depths and now bathe in the blessed light of fire Risen from the pyre (blessed by the flame) Blessed by the fire (Risen from the flame)
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
“And as fire gives way to an endless rain, the earth is covered in death and decay, brought forth by the druj. Holy devotion shall give way to a most decrepit, monstrous filth. Foul lord of death, Gannag Menog, behold these lands, once blessed by Ohrmazd, now yours to fester upon…”
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Feast on the foul prophets of death and flesh, defiler of ages Fallen one, I am he who walketh below I am he of foulest decay Molded from deformed flesh The putrid stench of decaying limbs Oh stench of death, the vile that feedeth on the sins of man Foul death, triumphant I am he of foulest decay The putrid stench of decaying limbs singes the nostril of ye who witness the blight Emerging, as great prophets now towering over the creator… Feast on the foul! Feast on the foul! Feast on the foul! Feast on the foul! Emerging, as great prophets Now towering over the creator Oh stench of death, the vile that feedeth on the sins of man I am he of foulest decay Oh creator! what treachery hath thou seen in me? As Ohrmazd, defeat in strife Thou hath born witness to the glorious, the mighty lord! As Ohrmazd, defeat eternal “Emerging, as great prophets now towering over the creator…”
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Ears that do not hear Eyes that may not see Tongues that shall not speak Liberate them unto the most unholy spirit Wretched and ghastly, hostile to men Shunned by the sacred, a wicked display of arrogance (False prophets of death, descend unto the land!) Decrepit utterances of unseen horrors False prophets of death, allies of Daeva Do not reveal yourself to their unholy rites “As the great one, the true onе will Will be cast out and flayed, feel this sin upon thine flеsh A mirror reflection of perpetual ages of death and decay” To the death! Hear them, the false prophets of darkness Bask in their unholy light Inbibe from the chalice, gore soaked and filthy Be cast from this plane Eyes that now see clearly In ears the piercing howl of druj rings free Tongues rich in lavish parlance Liberated by the most unholy spirit
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026