Clandestine Blaze / Deathspell Omega

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In forgotten crypts and chapels, our diabolical feasts are arranged. On the dirty ground we paint the sign, the great symbol of evilness. The Devil takes delight in orgies, we take pleasure till death. The soul of the victim must be pure to humiliate it with carnal vices, then it rots in Hell forever. Debauchery is an art in which there is no law, except to satisfy Satan, the Lord of all blasphemies. Agonizing and dead human beings lie down in sperm and blood. An intense fornication and unbearable tortures rape your flesh and mind until you ask for your death. Remember the whore called Mary, her vagina was soiled by the King of depravity, He took her virginity. Innocence and holiness disappear as we copulate. Now it’s time to sacrifice and the screams are getting louder. The final sodomy is done with long silver knives. The humans are dead but now they suffer in the Underworld.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Many spells and rituals exist to create curses but there is one for mankind’s obliteration. Life is slowly fading as we sacrifice ourselves. The vermin prevalence must come to an end. Every year one of us must die. Our dark souls are a gift to Satan. Tonight it’s my turn to commit suicide but I’ll bring thousands of humans with me. Generations of satanic hordes passed away for this cause, breeding a catastrophe, or a genocide and other massacres. No one knows this curse. When it is complete, the planet will burst. When my soul comes before the Gates, my King will make me become a Demon. Invisible for everyone, I’ll spread an utter terror and kill as much as I can. I will be the breath of Hell, a small and short piece of the awaited Armageddon. I’ll come back to my dimension waiting for the next step of the malediction. And inside the church, fire surrounds me, yet I stay silent. An immeasurable feeling of hate and destruction is transcending my spirit. Now my trip begins, now I am unleashed, now you have to die.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

It is engraved on our flesh, the almighty sign of evil. The symbol of extreme beliefs, the seal of perversion. We need the weak human race to give them pain and death. All that is called a sin have always been within ourselves. Decadence and sadism will be our fate but yours too. We're the sick bastards of Satan, the guardian of this knowledge. He showed us everything from lust to cruelty. It is a real orgasm when we torture people. Death is always a delight, we're addicted to your agony. Vomiting on your cross and all other humanist emblems, kneel down before the satanic wrath, suffer in this world and beyond. Call your pagan or holy deities to amuse ourselves before the carnage. Our sign is the pentagram, the mark of the superior race ; we don't choose victims because of their skin for we will burn it anyway... Hatred is boundless, always trying something new, creating inhuman savagery, a morbid game for this shame called life. Corpses are piled up, rotten flesh all over the ground, an intoxicating smell, essential for the invocations. We are possessed by a madness that makes us so vicious and depraved. By water, air, fire and earth, and by Satan, let the chaos begin.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025