The Law of the Strong

Raise the standard of bloodshed Ascend the throne in war, Cast out infidels as victor Thresh the wheat from straw Exterminate their meekness Put weakness to the sword Purify them in the flames Of one hundred years of war I am uniting force I am elitist spawn, Of the never-ending holy war To which all great men are sworn The few who shall rend the earth as lightning And eclipse the heavens in our might Grasp firm diadems, By Totalitarian right Wield the blood stained sword of vengeance, Drench opposition in bloodshed Their broken bodies shall form the path, On which we conqueror on ahead Crush the underman Utterly consume him with hate Main, Burn, Rend, Kill, Slay, impale, Decimate For when the world Is again forged of brute force There shall be no pity There shall be no remorse I am the victor, The conquering one I am the redeemer The lightning and the sun The one man to reign, Of iron fist and will The will to engender The implements of our survival The amoral urge, And barbaric call, The iconoclastic spirit, The almighty master of all, The thunder of redemption, The Lion in the path, The flames of Armageddon, And the conquerors lance

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Upon the altar of war Our eternal covenant sealed in blood To offer unto Upon the commemoration of harvest To be combined with antichrist, Upon the throne of might All creator, all destroyer In the coming dawn unite The bearer of an Iron fist beheld as divine Coup de stellar echoes, his ethos is mine What shall be of your enfeebled man When the time has come to bear the sword In the eternity of this moment We shall have the world In the sigil of the conquering ones Hold high the goal And heighten the will The arms of the feeble Shall bear us still Through tears and suffering To the dawn and the triumph of the will In this battle I hold And raise high the impious sigil Now blood of triumph Anointing supremacy The conceiver and the souls redeemer Upon equinox I am these

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Inferior Pious Deceiver Embodiment of everything that I oppose As you tremble before shadows and gods And stand naked before your foes I grasped destiny by the horns And rode out from the invalid which was I Now my blood runs black in the ecstasy Of my own Machiavellian might Now see the chariots wheel in panic As levelled spears drink their fill Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery As I move in for the kill Upon the path of the true elitist, Every footstep is obscured in the dark I grasp the hand of iniquity And walk under the light of the Morning Star Now In Rebellious spirit I stand atop this world Anoint myself in profane majesty A thousand Raven-haired harlots pine at my feet Inebriated by the crimson wine of my Satanic victory All who challenge, shall fall broken on my way Upon the path of true enlightenment I brake your stride and strike you lame and mute And smite you down in zealous glee Submission is a gift, (not a loan) You are not owed interest. Don't just kneel there, make yourself useful I am in control The power within me is great You are a broken shell of a human The epitome of all that is weak, I am in control The power within me is great You are a broken shell of a human The epitome of all that is weak

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

I stand unconquered Unequalled in valour and prowess With unerring aggression retained In belligerent spirit unconquered By season weather or terrain As an infernal storm to the vanquished, We ride the whirlwind unopposed Our superiority etched in the landscape And the bodies of annihilated foes Unequalled belligerence The mighty ones Unconquered

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Open, oh bowels of the earth, conspire Lay might to us this day Cornica sound, the call, the horn The intonation of intrinsic decay Metamorphose, the sword thus am I Of this law, of this will Praise be to Mars, the thrust gives no quarter Purified from that which is killed Marching in arms And the masses to expire As all past falls away Unto romanticized funeral pyre Consumed, civil atavisms smothered by crimson red Enthrone the lion, the lambs words shall lie dead With this sword, transcendence I enthrone "Vendi, Vidi, Vici", with this I slay my soul

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Untermench, slave to herd morality Embodiment of every human weakness Fellator at the knees of Christ Lay your body prostrate before me, So that I might smite it unto ashes And cleanse the world of your leprosy Broken rent and bleeding lies your carcass Embodiment of every human weakness Receptacle of your superiors excrement Perish, expire, crumble unto ashes and die Lurid words, thoughts and deeds becoming excrement The refuse from your mouth surmounts to nought and nothing The discipline will and power behind my every action Shall piss upon your belligerent fantasy Sulk in your sodden corner pathetic scum you are nothing, die Die, bleed and suffer in misery Conspire to taint the noble soul with excrement Feel the harsh reality Crushed underfoot like the worm that you are I spit into your face Pathetic human waste You always have been a slave Now dig your own grave Bow down, on your knees And kiss the bloodied blade as you die

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Subservitude, dominance will reign, Upon the throne beheld again Render elite from stoutest stone To forever reign in dominance Victorious, solar virtues are one In those risen above, those who have spared none Thus I have rendered by my own hand Forever to reign in dominance Iconoclasm of idols With hands of steel and wills of iron I shall decimate and I shall dominate, Forge my kingdom of those whom I subjugate

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Awaken, this sanguinary imperative Blood boils over confining walls For the Luciferian diathesis, that which stands above all Ordain the age of their suffering Decimate their enfeebled kingdom In vengeance rent upon the entrails Torn of the obsolescent human faeces Deities of vengeance, bestow upon me your favour That I might smite mine enemies whilst they sleep Preserve the mighty, oh bringer of retribution Crush those prostrate at my feet May we the spiteful and our kingdom, In purifying vengeance reign I shall be as the incendiary, And consume in fire their remains And now an internecine lineage Is born unto this world With hatred and contempt, For this enfeebled world With knotted club as sceptre, And divine lightning at its grasp, Resolute and statuesque In immortal phallic might Stout in virtue and defiance Stands the stratum that bears it soul, Spartan crushers of the yoke Embody the dialectic that shall conquer all One man shall fell one thousand Under its mantle and its legacy "Bring my enemies before me, Vanquished shall they be" All the old races lie dead and buried Amid the Faustian ruins Of the effeminate All the old doctrines lie hollow and empty In the twilight of the imperium Of the decadent Arise ascetic amidst the decay As he who is still unfettered Ordain the consummation in Pandemonic fire Of the downtrodden infidel All the old hierarchies lie ineffectual and useless In the hedonistic weakness Of the effeminate All the old maxims lie lost and lowly In the intoxicating senility Of the decadent Arise in conquest amidst the decline As he who is the destroyer Ordain the cull of the worthless dross Sadistic victor Consanguine Catharsis of the feted, base and inane Astride the throne in primacy when Rome shall fall again To be throned when empires sink in storms of steel and flame To be throned when weakling breeds are hunted down like game To be throned in the eminence of sanguinary disarray To reclaim the sceptre in hatred, in spite, in conquest

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025