Diabolicanos Act III: Armageddon

We are thorns which killed the fucking god... We are stars made of broken mirrors Like fragments of dreams scattered across the sky Mirrors with transparent bottom We are the eyes reflecting the essence of unholy "I" I am the tongue of apocalyptic dusk I am the poison and the relief Arise! Sceptre of War! Fill your soul with power of forbidden rapture Those who have tasted the fruits of sin Shall remain the shadows of an oath For I am them For I am them and they are me For I am them Those who have witnessed God's transformation Listen to their voices Echoes... Shadows... Whispering the will of liberation Laments of fucking mob around the cross We are the stars made of broken mirrors We are your pain Arise! Sceptre of War! Fill your soul with power of forbidden rapture Those who have tasted the fruits of sin Shall remain the shadows of an oath For I am them For I am them and they are me For I am them We bring the agony as we are the thorns and nails which killed the god! I am the first one and the last one I am Alpha and Omega - The Beginning and The End Fire, water, air and the earth - The Perfect Element "Ego Alpha et Omega Primus et noissimus Principium et finis" We are thorns which killed the fucking god...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

"Infernus subter conturbatus est in occursum adventus tui suscitavit tibi gigantas omnes principes terrae surrexerunt de solilis suis omnes principes nationum" Spit on a grave of the whore And lick the heaven's wounds Immortal passion's flowing in your marble veins Let them breathe the silence and its putrid smell... Open the coffin And allow the light to get inside Rainbow of sadness Painting the black walls of your mind Metamorphosis of Kings turned into worms Rising from seas of oblivion They've drowned once now they're coming back Your lack of faith shall never be forget Anthems of angels written with the human's blood Gratification for all sins Thousands of bodies, pile of worthless dust Lands flooded in mournful tears Spit on a grave of the whore And lick the heaven's wounds Immortal passion's flowing in your marble veins Let them breathe the silence and its fucking putrid smell... "Qui dicebas in corde tuo in caelum conscendam super astra Dei exaltabo solium meum sedebo in monte testamenti in lateribus aquilonis" Metamorphosis of Kings turned into worms Rising from seas of oblivion They've drowned once now they're coming back Your lack of faith shall never be forget "Ascendam super altitudinem ero similis Altissimo"

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind Painting its walls with pure hatred Freezing the flames of chaos once turned into word Cosmic feeling once turned into dust Together we stand and challenge the crowds of god Annihilation of lies hidden beyond the core Thoughts of free will spinning around And waiting for souls where life doesn't mean anything - Dream of a Kingdom where Chaos and Word used to be Unity Congregation of those who revengefully look into eyes of deceiver And burn out his world of forbidden truth Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind Painting its walls with pure hatred Freezing the flames of word once turned into chaos Lead: Quazarre Lead: Armers And you - nail him down to the cross Feel sweet taste of power and omnipotence And they nail you down to the cross Feel sweet taste of retribution and greed for the power of someone who claims to be God "Et cum consummati fuerint mille anni solvetur Satanas de carcere suo et exibit et seducet gentes quae sunt super quattuor angulos terrae Gog et Magog et congregabit eos in proelium quorum numerus est sicut harena maris"

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

I am the one who hanged on the fucking cross Putrefaction's opening its gates for me Meant to be dead I still breathe and cry Everlasting pain has become a part of human's lullaby I want to die and save all of the sinners whom I love the most For this was the will of my father Generations drowned in self-delusion Will I get your sacrifice? I am the dream of over-trustful humanity I am the son of God Legions marching through the lands Ages of empty words and nothingness taught by the sword Merciless source of truth and love Bow to me as I am the son of God! I am the one who hanged on the fucking cross Putrefaction's opening its gates for me Meant to be dead I still breathe and cry Everlasting pain has become a part of human's lullaby I want to die and save all of the sinners whom I love the most For this was the will of my father Generations drowned in self-delusion Will I get your sacrifice? I am the dream of over-trustful humanity I am the son of God Legions marching through the lands Ages of empty words and nothingness taught by the sword Merciless source of truth and love Bow to me as I am the son of man who you believe was God! "Et inferus et mors missi sunt in stagnum ignis haec mors secunda est stagnum ignis Et qui non est inventus in libro vitae scriptus missus est in stagnum ignis" Bow to me as I am the son of God! Bow to me as I am the son of God! Bow to me as I am the son of God! Bow to me as I am the son of God!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

"Et in fronte eius nomen scriptum mysterium Babylon magna mater fornicatum et abominationum terrae" With tears in eyes they dream Her lips bather in blood of tyranny Fear - the only thing they Fear - know and respect and that Fear - had always been their Fear - supreme sanctity "Et vidi mulierem ebriam de sanguine sanctorum et de sanguine martyrum Iesu et miratus sum cum vidissem illam admiratione magna" With tears in eyes they dream Her lips bather in blood of tyranny Lead: Szymon Czech Hell and heaven - that's where the dreams of man were born Thoughts intoxicated with false grief and pious jealousy Immortal forces that feed on their own vanity Why do we pray to GODS that don't EXIST?? Hail the King that is inside of You, hail that King Hail the Queen that is inside of You She who looks at you from the mirror every single day Hell and heaven - that's where the dreams of man were born Thoughts intoxicated with false grief and pious jealousy Lead: Armers Immortal forces that feed on their own vanity Why do we pray to GODS that don't EXIST?? "Quantum glorificavit se et in delicis fuit tantum date illi tormentum et luctum quia in corde suo dicit sedeo regina et vidua non sum et luctum non videbo" With tears in eyes they dream That from now on God is Satan

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Naked and cursed They draw new maps of world Created by those who stood for human race's annihilation "Et vidi de mare bestiam ascendentem habentem capita septem et cornua decem et super cornua eius decem diademata et super capita eius nomina blasphemiae" They bring the light Of liberation from illiteracy They burn the weak and sow the seeds of will's followers For they are Prometheus' sons who didn't fear the wrath of Gods Never kneeled down in front of any pseudo prophets and their egoistic dreams For the are Prometheus' sons who didn't fear the wrath of Gods Never kneeled down in front of any pseudo prophets and their egoistic dreams "Et unum de capitibus suis quasi occisum in mortem et plaga mortis eius curata est et admirata est unversa terra post bestiam" Naked and cursed They draw new maps of world Created by those who stood for human race's annihilation Scattered across the sky they dream Pretending they're the stars Distressing whispers at lonely, dreadful night Hear their calling and step towards the light Bathed in blood of believers They pick The Darkness' flowers hidden in the eye of night Tales of the great deceiver Turned into hand of ash and dust For they are Prometheus' sons who didn't fear the wrath of Gods Never kneeled down in front of any pseudo prophets and their egoistic dreams For the are Prometheus' sons who didn't fear the wrath of Gods Never kneeled down in front of any pseudo prophets and their egoistic dreams "Et adoraverunt draconem quia dedit potestatem bestiae et adoraverunt bestiae dicentes quis similis bestiae et quiz poterit pugnare cum ea" Naked and cursed They draw new maps of world Created by those who stood for human race's annihilation

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

"Vestitus erat vestem asperam sanguine et vocatur nomen eius Verbum Dei" Verbum Diaboli - may the wisdom be your guide to the Eternity Verbum Diaboli - you shall never left the winds to tear your soul apart even when there is no hope Verbum Diaboli - ancient dream of fulfillment Verbum Diaboli - hidden path, key to internal worlds, transformin human into God "Et aperuit os suum in blasphemias ad Deum blasphemare nomen eius et tabernaculum eius et eos qui in caelo habitant" Unspoken words of darkness Unspoken words of light Visions of Forbidden Kingdom Tales of serpent;s tongue, cut off and buried in oblivion With swords in hands of humiliation And lament of enemis of freedom Still echoes in hearts of those who dared to sent their plagues "Et aestuaverunt homines aestu magno et blasphemaverunt nomen Dei habentis postetatem super has plagas neque egerunt paenitentiam ut darent illi gloriam" Verbum Diaboli - may the wisdom be your guide to the Eternity Verbum Diaboli - you shall never left the winds to tear your soul apart even when there is no hope Verbum Diaboli - ancient dream of fulfillment Verbum Diaboli - hidden path, key to internal worlds, transformin human into God Unspoken words of darkness Unspoken words of light Lucifer's love for human mankind Eternal covenant "Et aperuit os suum in blasphemias ad Deum blasphemare nomen eius et tabernaculum eius et eos qui in caelo habitant" With swords in hands of humiliation And lament of enemis of freedom Still echoes in hearts of those who dared to sent their fucking plagues "Et blaspemaverunt Deum caeli prae doloribus et vulneribus suis et non agerunt paenitentiam ex operibus suis" Verbum Diaboli There is no God or Satan nataS ro doG on si erehT Be one of Dogs who dare to bite the chains of mystification

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

"Et vidi de ore draconis et de ore bestiae et de ore pseudoprophetae spiritus tre immundos in modum renarum" Arise!! Forgotten wounds have now ben opened Gratification for all humiliated lives of those who dared to think immortal power of vendetta crushing skulls of enemy Look to the sky and see them dead - the picture of god's misery Toward mind's labyrinth I see infected neurons bringing human's thoughts to me Son of the Morning Star I am Erotic dream of Eden, he who once has been betrayed "Sunt enim spiritus daemoniorum facientes signa est procedunt ad reges totius terrae congregare illos in proelium ad diem magnum Dei omnipotentis" Arise!! Forgotten wounds have now ben opened Gratification for all humiliated lives of those who dared to think immortal power of vendetta crushing skulls of enemy Look to the sky and hear their lament - your god has been dethroned!!! "Et congregavit illos in locum qui vocatur Hermagedon" Arise!! Forgotten wounds have now ben opened Gratification for all humiliated lives of those who dared to think immortal power of vendetta crushing skulls of enemy....

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Unknown, Unseen, Unnamed, Unimaginable You draw circles with the closed ritual And a tear hidden in your blood Allows to grasp the order of your world Dead skies' symbols behind you Shining half - consciously among the words of prayer They are like cold lips of fallen winged souls Still looking for freedom lover - Freedom flying towards the skies This is the secret mass of silence Calling non-existence from everywhere From bleeding heaven and beautiful depths Where flowers of death revive once more Time spills kisses your hands Kisses existing just in unity and harmony You descend unto the depths of your thoughts at nights Sensing the breath of death and look of her shroud Ashes of sin you crushin your hand So as to walk through the symbolic mirrors Know that now you are just a part of the great power Death allows to enlighten night Allows to worship and die again Anxiety and sadness shall rejoin in you Re-discovering the horizon In this march you are a well-known target In this march you are freedom Through ascension of death - live Through nudity of fog - live Through winds of freedom - live Through bloody shroud of beauty - live In loneliness a spark of your life Shall conquer fickleness of time Passage to immortal non-existance This is the secret mass of silence Calling non-existence from everywhere

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025