Assassine

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MATER TERRIBILIS (Catherine Hayes: France, 1675) A black crystal sphere magically reflects images of cruelty Witchcraft obsession made up to comfort women dressed with shadows Shrewd like a demon to capture their lost tormented souls Looking for a venomous solution to dissolve a dusty cold love Damsels and lovers are spellbound by the words of the clairvoyant Secret identities perennially eager to arrive to milady's bolster She wields their minds behold with impure eyes Enslaved without torment but ready to obey to her counsels Slavery for golden possession, kindled the carnage inception Mystical rituals celebrate by a priest, sacrificing children to the beast A goblet of blood amid hands raised up toward the sky Hundred children were killed, bloodbath for filling desire Beneath the mournful name of god the bishop fell into a pit.... of flesh Venus, your pale skin is prey of demons Graves overflowing corpses, sexual abomination, madness it’s not only for the ancestors Altars built up to praise the almighty, mounted with skulls, bones and deadly eyes "Father I summon thy furious gaze upon the mortals You master this misery, we devote ourselves to the flames of hell Grant us your blackest wisdom so that we can bring your dominion Recall demons’ legion from the pit with no return...... no return " A black crystal sphere magically reflects images of cruelty Witchcraft obsession made up to comfort women dressed with shadows Shrewd like a demon to capture their lost tormented souls Looking for a venomous solution to dissolve a dusty cold love Secret sons born from adultery Gutted for been melting into potions Forbidden spells, forbidden dreams Embody the name of “Majesty” Slavery for golden possession, kindled the carnage inception Mystical rituals celebrate by a priest, sacrificing children to the beast Venus, your pale skin is prey of demons Graves overflowing corpses, sexual abomination, madness it’s not only for the ancestors Altars built up to praise the almighty, mounted with skulls, bones and deadly eyes Dragged unto a monumental stake Burning sparks are flying upwards Hear the screams from the tongue of evil A spirit purified by fire. (Music by Imajes/Antarktica) (Lyrics by Valentz)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

A BIZARRE ALCHEMIC PRACTICE - Leonarda Cianciulli: Italy, 1939 - Thirteen sperm-seeds of sweet carnal passion were brutally erased Strangled and dissolved into my own womb Mother! you damned dream-witch of the night How can that rotten cadaver still whispers to me Unceasing omens of death? “And suddenly a shining scalpel Was built with terror and despair” Unceasing omens of death Will slowly show me the way Paralysing omens of death Slowly show me the way Un vacuo silenzio s’ innalza tra i fumi Tessendo elogi a tristi paure E bianche sculture incarnanti il dolore Di riti, peccati ed anime fatue Che nere le fiamme ribollono atroci In bui pertugi macchiati di morte Lavando precoce dal sangue l’odore Di corpi straziati, in cera mutati A dark Grand Guignol ceremony will dry all the tears of those years With sweet human food well served And candles of flesh will soon burn the air Spreading the stench of redemption Of your dead souls “I was told to raise the heat Up to seven hundred sixty degrees centigrade For that is the right temperature Required for melting bones Oh, how simply and bizarre too Can be this domestic alchemic practice” Un vacuo silenzio s’innalza tra i fumi Tessendo elogi a tristi paure E bianche sculture incarnanti il dolore Di riti, peccati ed anime fatue Che nere le fiamme ribollono atroci In bui pertugi macchiati di morte Lavando precoce dal sangue l’odore Di corpi straziati, in cera mutati (Music by Imajes/Antarktica) (Lyrics by Animæ)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

POISONED LIPS OF LUST - Marie de Brindvilliers: France, 1665 - Pale mistress lost in grinnin’ shadows of pain A mist breeds sensual perversion The spirit desire to chase away morality A flame burns in brilliant eyes The embrace of death craves her love Kissing with lips sweetly blushed A dark shadow of jealousy Orders fidelity for eternity Oh father, you must die, I’m not your servant You confined my love and sold my soul The poison is boiling to melt your heart Blessed in this holy, corrupted kingdom Sweet revenge for my carnal passions Sublime pleasure for this art ...I was so young when I was raped... A feeble scream echoes from a distant convent Sparkles light up candles of pleasure Incestuous path toward a sinful treason The chant of cunt resounds everywhere The embrace of death craves her love Kissing with lips sweetly blushed A dark shadow of jealousy Orders fidelity for eternity Oh my beloved, now I feel so tired I must destroy the chains that bind us As others you’ll perish to free my desire A boundless spirit in this witheless My soul is painting host of embraces Submerged and covered with a seminal dress The embrace of death craves her love Kissing with lips sweetly blushed A dark shadow of jealousy Orders fidelity for eternity Lethal confessions into the garments of god A trap of destiny, cruel with blind eyes Crawling dumb toward an eternal life The pale white pall covers a sinuous body Reflexes of solar light are mirroring on the blade Black hair, blood and delusion wait on the strow A wish of death symbolize the end of the princess Wings of white angels burn into the fire of envy Relic of charm and dedication to the flesh They fell under her spell in flesh. (Music by Imajes) (Lyrics by Valentz)

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

BOUNDED, SISTERS BY SOLITUDE - Pauline Parker & Juliet Hulme: New Zeland, 1954 - Pauline and Juliet: We, the nocturnal fogs of Eden We still remember ages ago When childish caresses warms our dimension Lost in dreams Weird sisters bounded by solitude With eyes open wide we witnessed The fall of reality Silently imploring... To the ground! To the ground! To the ground until the worms will feast with her blood A choir of lesbian angels was delivered from the sky Covering with ashes the shadow of the whore! To death! To death! To death to finally erase her presence from the world We, the slaying angels, were cast down from the sky A stone against her head and Mommy was no more! Pauline: Among the unaware souls of the Lord I hide my horrible secret Juliet: Behind novels and tales of fictional murders Tremble hands and eyes sick to the pain Pauline and Juliet: Once cursed and doomed in any language The Whole Crowd: Murderers! Meurtières! Mörderinnen! ASSASSINE! Pauline and Juliet: To the ground! To the ground! To the ground until the worms will feast with her blood A choir of lesbian angels was delivered from the sky Covering with ashes the shadow of the whore! To death! To death! To death to finally erase her presence from the world We, the slaying angels, were cast down from the sky A stone against her head and Mommy was no more! We, the nocturnal foes of heaven We still remember ages ago When with eyes open wide we witnessed The fall of reality Violently giving her death! Cast away never to meet again my carnal alter ego Pauline: Juliet, where are you now? Juliet: Pauline, where are you now? (Music by Imajes) (Lyrics by Animæ)

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

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TWO FACED BEAST (Denise Labbè: France, 1954) Part I: Denise, Jacques and the dying Spirit An angel without wings trampled by his desires Blinded by deception of an endless and painful love Bitter tears run down her cheeks so pale, turning to red The inner deepest agony corrodes heartbeats ...bringing to madness A silent scream of the dying spirit Baptized form the cradle to the grave Life, swept away! Her image reflected by a ripple mirror And the hands whose praised a gift of god Left her heart… to drown! The last tempting wish, holding the hands of her mother Into the metal-tub, full of water and pain They went to clean her doll, dirty and worn out But only one comes back, because the infant ... is dead She cries for her inconceivable deeds Detecting reality through his dismal heart Is this the essence of love? Masochistic passion on the white skin of her pure body A shiny knife, it cuts, leaving scars and livids to fulfill a mental depraved satisfaction Obsessed by dominion of unaware women’s souls Subdued by the obsession of losing him Aborting, without tragedy, in the name of deep passion Disowned, cast away and insulted An empty shell lost in solitude Is this the promise of pain? Masochistic passion on the white skin of her pure body A shiny knife, it cuts, leaving scars and livids to fulfill a mental depraved satisfaction Love will show me the worst face of the beast Part II: The voice of Christine Back to the humid womb once again… A womb made of bitter water and cold iron walls It must b my prison… A prison for the unborn who once dreamed of life But here is so dark, so cold, so old Could eternity be just a humble grave? All I still feel is the deep, intense pain The pain of birth and then to come back here again Again… Again… Again… No more light as my tears melt with water My lungs filled once more with heavy liquid For me life was just a sweet dream As for you death will be… (Music by Imajes/Antarktica) (Lyrics by Animæ/Valentz)

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

HER MAJESTY OGRESS - Jeanne Weber: France, 1908 - Behind this cold walls still I struggle Here, in my torn heart As I watch at the spiders creeping the stones I hope that this burden will disappear Remembering horrible acts Laissez moi protéger Le secret qui envelope L’âme des mes maines… Or horrible dreams? Que l’architecture de la doux mort aux profound spasmes commence! Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté J’orchestre la danse avec ton corp désarticulée, une paradisiaque decadence! Mine is this sublime art of strangulation A warm exercise of moribund pressure My love and my hands all around your throat For your cold embrace only I’ll warm I, her majesty Ogress Her majesty Death Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté Mutilation de ton coeur Vide yeux pleurent sang Sur le visage tuméfié So I will keep the secret of your stolen breath Clutching, still clutching, with severe fingers, clutching! And with an empty stare I guide your steps In the dark land of the untimely death For it’s like to recreate peace of mind For it’s like to recreate the silence of the uterine asphyxia For it’s like to recreate inside, the lost passion for a deformed body For it’s like to recreate the love, the pain, eternally united… What have I done? Sweet innocent children… Time heals… nothing! Please give me again an illusion of sanity Cause it is gone too far If my world was nothing more than this I’ll better kill myself With my own hands Laissez moi protéger Le secret de ton soufflle Dans la mort unie avec le mien… In death, united with me… Mine is this sublime art of strangulation A warm exercise of moribund pressure My shame and my hands all around my throat For my cold embrace nobody will warm I, her majesty Ogress Her majesty Death Ma gorge déchiré Avec cettes ongles d’Orchesse Une victime immolée Dans la crypte du suicide. (Music by Imajes/Antarktica) (Lyrics by Animæ)

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

THE THORNS, THE PAIN, THE HORROR (Lizzie Borden: United States, 1892) As fascinating thorns The hate grows inside her heart Silently shaping Those constant pain and sense of solitude Transforming her rigid soul And maniacally picture A bleak paint of horror A serenade of murders Celebrated by the blade The thorns, the pain, the horror She feeds inside The thorns, the pain, the horror She wields her torment For the world is full of sins And they will last forever! She took an ax And laughing she believed That she will strike down with hate! The house was engraved In an absolute silence Finally only her mother inside Her and the ax Laughing, screaming, violently hitting Reducing her face to mush Forty whacks and when she saw what she had done She went downstairs and gave her father forty-one! The terrible voice of death itself Filled those rooms The strong stink of blood Her figure stands expressionless Silk is burning… A morbid archetype of slaughter To cage the mind Beyond the human sin’s perception Her emotions were petrified Cast away to raise The cult of the Gorgon with bloodstained hands! The thorns, the pain, the horror She spread outside The thorns, the pain, the horror She wields her torment For the world is full of sins And they will last forever! She took an ax And laughing’ she done it She struck down with hate! (Music by Antarktica/ Imajes) (Lyrics by Animæ)

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

PERINDE AC CADAVER - Elga Gurroci: Italy, 1928 - Alone I lay here in my own cold cell silently praying for you, God Down on my bleeding knees I call at you to speak me again Still horrified by the lapse of obedience that taint this Gothic structure Monastery infected by bitches hidden by the black saint veil Lost deep into the divine gloom, where my eyes can penetrate A sharp voice escapes the stones and calls upon me Tremble as leaves! You livid nuns, for all of your words are lies At the shade of the cliff God will guide my holy acts The Jesuit’s blood’s in my veins My soul’s in your hand And as a dead body I will proudly obey In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum Perinde ac cadaver! Perinde ac cadaver! Nighttime procession on the way among the rocks Among the trees, on the way to the cliff Sister, confess your sins to me Below this moonless night, at the top of the stone If his holy son was sadly sacrificed Don’t you think that even you can die? As she fall screaming to the ground Thy will is done Thy will is done In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum Perinde ac cadaver! Perinde ac cadaver! Observe and rejoice! My only and righteous God For with such dignity I act as you command Ashes to ashes and torment to the flesh Will save all their souls from the tortures of hell Collera, divina risorgi Assurgi a tuo manto Il voto spezzato di mille sorelle Nel nome della croce Or depongo l’anime vostre Alla destra del padre E luride carni getto alle rocce E livide carni getto alle rocce Sacred ground of bloody rocks Dark End, immaculate For every nun that dies A shroud so white shall be prepared Hosanna in excelsis Hosanna in excelsis The holy code of Jesuits Representing love on earth Amen! To the masses Thy will always be done Hosanna in excelsis Hosanna in excelsis deo Lost deep into the divine gloom, where my eyes can penetrate A vivid vision escapes the stones and unveils itself to me In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum Mortuis, domine, lux perpetua luceat Dies irae, dies irae Dead by moonlight, sacrifice My face in a pool of blood Gravid stares of grace divine Soon I’ll reach you God Hosanna in excelsis Hosanna in excelsis As a dead body I must obey Holy father, holy son I’ll be your holy corpse How mysterious the ways of the Lord can be The next shroud prepared… will be for me! (Music by Antarktica) (Lyrics by Animæ)

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

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