Attera Totus Sanctus

This is the story of the Antichrist's son, born from the union of two. Not from a virgin alone as for god, the son of perdition he will be born in sin. Like the great serpent in the wayside he sits, Waiting to wound those who justice's path walks. They will be killed in an agonizing death, Struck with the poison of his wickedness. God he raises the lowly, our king he casts them out. Instead of condemn all the sinners, they will be magnified. Sin stand for beauty, sin stands for life. Sexual sin is every man's right. He will exalt the wicked of man, Our king the Antichrist. Just as the lord and redeemer foresaw, A suitable place for his son to be born. So did the devil, he knew a place. From which all evil could root, It was Babylon. He will come to Jerusalem with various tortures, And slay all the Christians he can not convert to his cause. He'll destroy the human race as far as he can, And on the last day, He will destroy himself. God he raises the lowly, our king he casts them out. Instead of condemn all the sinners, they will be magnified. Sin stand for beauty, sin stands for life. Sexual sin is every man's right. He will exalt the wicked of man, Our king the Antichrist. Sin stand for beauty, sin stands for life. Sexual sin is every man's right. He will exalt the wicked of man, Our king the Antichrist.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Voices, they are calling my name. They never stop and it drives me insane. Even in sleep they torment my soul, my inner demons take all control. Slowly it's transforming me into a beast, nails turn to claw and I got white fangs as teeth. The hundreds of voices inside my head, they will only stop the day I am dead. Voices oh voices leave me alone, why are you inside me and torment my soul. Why don't you leave and let me be, demons inside get out I beg thee. 666 voices inside, telling me who's about to die. They are in control of my mind. 666 demons inside, to kill them all only one must die. It is a shame it must be me... What have I done to deserve this hell, am I better off dead or locked up in a padded cell. I feel the demons bloodlust slowly increase, saying that next murder must be a masterpiece. Voices oh voices leave me alone, why are you inside me and torment my soul. Why don't you leave and let me be, demons inside get out I beg thee. 666 voices inside, telling me that this one must die. They are in control of my mind. 666 demons inside, I hear them rejoice when someone dies. But I am the one with blood on my hands. 666 voices inside, telling me who's about to die. They are in control of my mind. 666 demons inside, to kill them all only one must die. It is a shame it must be me... 666 voices inside, telling me it is your turn to die. They are in control of my mind 666 demons inside; I hear them rejoice now when you die. A deed I commit, with a smile...}

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

I gave the serpent its beauty, I gave the serpent its charm. I gave the serpent its fatal attraction, And to all that is holy I gave putrefaction. No one be my master, Nor chains I abide. Look deep into my eyes, You'll see the storms are at my side. To all that is holy, Oh how I hate thee. Your god, done nothing, For someone like me. I am a child who were born out of sin, I am a soul that you'll never win. I see right through, all of your lies. You have no kingdom, where people come to when they die. Both heaven and hell inside me, I have chosen the devil, because I like to be free. Do what thus wilt that is the law, Or obey under god, and be one of his whores. I am a soul that you never win, I live my life in total sin. I see right through all of your lies, You have no kingdom where people come when they die. No one be my master, nor chains I abide. Look deep in my eyes, and you'll see the storm at my side. To all that is holy, oh how I hate thee. Your god he is nothing. Attera Totus Sanctus.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

In the land of Israel, not too long ago. A man sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight. They called him the king of Jews, but he had no crown. All he had were his hope, for the coming of his Lord. A Lord that isn't there when you are in need, A lord so full of shit, you will die for his deeds. Guilty or not, you're full of shit. Spreading your lies that too many believes. You are a fake, and I know the truth. I know your name and your god I do hate. When the moon fades away, the rise of sawn. Our self-proclaimed king, he starts to cry. Guilty, guilty!!! You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves. Guilty, guilty!!! You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves. The day has now arrived, and it is time for you to die. Still blinded by stupidity, believing you are Christ. Walking down the streets of Jerusalem, covered in spit, from the people you loved. Guilty or not, you're full of shit. Spreading your lies that too many believes. You are a fake, and I know the truth. I know your name and your god I do hate. Guilty, guilty!! You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves. In the land of Israel, not too long ago. A fake sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight. They called him the king of Jews, but he was a clown. And every nail through his flesh is delivered by me. Guilty, guilty!!! You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

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The angel horde appears, In the horizon cloaked with shining white. In thousands they came for the war, that would become the final battle and greatest of them all. The trumpets of God they are blown, And the angels are pulling their swords. What god's army did not know, Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords. Of hell. The angels moved towards the fortress, Thinking they had a chance. Their invasion started from the east, With soldiers carrying leather slings. Running towards their own doom, Now in the eternal fire they forever are consumed. The sun shall turn to darkness, And the moon into blood. Before the great and terrible day When my judgment comes. Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful. Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground. The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears. It's like a dream, Trucido Christianese. Now the angels attacked with full force, But their front, were slain with no remorse. Angel's blood soon covered the ground, One thirteen was attacking from behind. I strike upon them with all my hate, Soon they all know it is too late. Realize they all will die, When my archers hatred are covering the sky. With the ancients by our side, Without fear of god his army we stride. If only the angels could tell, The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of hell. Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful. Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground. The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears. It's like a dream, Trucido Christianize. The sun will never rise, darkness will rule supreme. Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day. The coming of our lord, soon again he'll walk the earth. It is like a dream, Trucido Christianize.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

When the moonlight rays awakens me, I rise from my grave. In the hunt for fresh blood I fly through the night sky, Carried by the winds and everywhere I go, Death will follow. Eternal bloodlust, a soul condemned by god Cursed to live forever entire and intact. To forever walk the path of loneliness, And the only shelter provided by shadows. Provided by shadows. With me comes horror, With me comes death. With me comes pain, A soul that never rest. How I want peace, Grant me the eternal sleep. To stay in my grave, To the end of days. Please let me rot, This nightmare must stop. Enter my kingdom, a dreamland of hate, Here is so cold. Always surrounded by death never see, the rise of dawn. Only the light of the moon, to feed on the mortals, Forever I'm doomed. I'm the king of nocturnal, Never rest in a tomb. With me comes horror, With me comes death. With me comes pain, A soul that never rest. Eternal bloodlust, a soul condemned by god Cursed to live forever I am immortal. To forever walk the path of loneliness, And the only shelter provided by shadows. Shelter of shadows. With me comes horror, With me comes death. With me comes pain, A soul that never rest. How I want peace, Grant me the eternal sleep. To stay in my grave, To the end of days. Please let me rot, This nightmare must stop.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone. Cold and starving in the dark. Moment by moment I am drifting closer, To the land of the dead. An incessant noise echoes in my skull, It twines and vibrates down my spine. Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves. The noise grows louder, its source looming closer in a tightening spiral. The center can not hold, things fall apart. It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes. Is this really what dying feels like? Ritual begins when the moon are at crest, And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates. The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin, And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark. I am sealed in my own tomb, After nine days of fast, The ritual will begins long and painful it will be, And most likely I will not come out alive... But I made up my mind, There is no turning back now. The utter destruction of light, The end of my life. Ritual begins when the moon are at crest, And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates. The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin, And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark. I have formed my intensions, The shadows gather, thickening the air. I submit myself to the darkness, And I throw myself, into the abyss. Ritual begins... Is this really what dying feels like? Ritual begins when the moon are at crest, And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates. The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin, And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark. I have formed my intensions, The shadows gather, thickening the air. I submit myself to the darkness, And I throw myself, into the abyss. I offer thee, my flesh and blood. Guide me through the gates. Grant to me, eternal life. The ultimate sacrifice.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025