Death Cult Armageddon

Cuddled through a cold womb he was, pitch black and without sunshine rays. Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil, a noble grief stirred heart always ready to die. In sinister systematisation submission is golden as an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed. He was like an object that is being processed, a force-fed destructor ready for abomination. The vast solitude in him witnessed it all, those self afflicting eyes and their fear painted faces. Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable. Hosts to oblivion exploring the darkest of places, stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck. Every day seemed like an endless night, when would he ever wake from this void? No other voice than his own will ever tell what was real and where he had been, what he had done. Did you bleed for the cause like the rest of his men, did you capture the euphoria? How it was like to kill such a necromantic force behind it all. They sure did battle till the end! But when came all the glory and who got spared to carry his body just pure death and too profound to be shared. Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory to serve the wastelands of insanity at the front. Life forever lost its innocence, never to see the light of day again. He pondered his last few steps into the realms of death with his hands bloodstained. Courage and consistency, bravery and valor, honor and pride for what was it all worth? Courage and consistency, bravery and valor, honor and pride for what was it all worth?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

The battle raged on and on, fuelled by the venom of hatred for man. Consistently without the eyes to see by those who revel in sewer equally. We the prosperity of the future seal, cloaked by the thunders of the north wind. Born to capture the essence of the trails of our kind. Zero tolerance must be issued forth behind the enemy's line. So it shall be written and so it shall be done. Zero tolerance must be issued forth behind the enemy's line. So it shall be written and so it shall be done. The battle raged on and on, fuelled by the venom of hatred for man. Consistently without the eyes to see by those who revel in sewer equally. We the prosperity of the future seal, cloaked by the thunders of the north wind. Born to capture the essence of the trails of our kind. Discover and conceive the secret wealth and pass it unto your breed. Become your own congregation, measure the sovereignty of its invigoration. We who not deny the animal of our nature, we who yearn to preserve our liberation, we who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire, we who aspire to the truth and pursue its strength. Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare, fearing all the mediocrity that they possess? Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might, reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours? Consider the God we could be without the grace once and for all? Diminish the sub principle and leave its toxic trace once and for all?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

The commotion breeding the perverse for bloodbath is on your doorstep. A mass impending threat, the perfection of religion becoming our death. Do not respond blindly to growing gardens in decay. Stand guard when visitors fall silent, blow the candles out, end the road here. End the road here! No solace will be found within elements of the tribe, when covered with filth from all sides compassion will fail. Their promises are honored in a mind controlled state. The absence of reality, reason and logic prove failure of faith. Prove failure of faith! Enriched by the presence of its clarity darkness descends, everyone dies. No solace will be found within elements of the tribe, when covered with filth from all sides compassion will fail. Their promises are honored in a mind controlled state. The absence of reality, reason and logic prove failure of faith. For wisdom aligns in our favor, illuminated before our eyes. Uncover a new beginning, the inevitable dawn, justice will be given where justice is due, and guide the righteous ones ack to the final resting ground to perceive the truly hellbound. Demonstrate superiority, a grand gesture of liberation need no judge or jury. Demons rate inferiority, scatter the remains of the prey. Do not respond blindly to growing gardens in decay. Stand guard when visitors fall silent, blow the candles out, end the road here. Uncover a new beginning, the inevitable dawn, justice will be given where justice is due, and guide the righteous ones ack to the final resting ground to perceive the truly hellbound.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Reis deg opp, la oss bestride den tanke fra vår lend og dyrk på en forbannet jord en smertens ætt. For så og tynge de barmhjertiges skjød som har tiltro til den sjelloses brød. For den tro du besitter er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod og din nøden etter viten er en overflod av hån og skjend, smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tørste etter himmelsk legeme. Ei er det sviktende søken etter englemakt det er ilden og den brenner det er bare det at do skjemmer for den. Ta del i skyldens skygge behag din sjel med syndens under for hvor er vel do når lampen slukkes. Men døden kommer ei med vårt bud gjenklang fra den prektiges arv vil innfri det endelige forderv. Reis deg opp, la oss bestride den tanke fra vår lend og dyrk på en forbannet jord en smertens ætt. For så og tynge de barmhjertiges skjød som har tiltro til den sjelloses brød. Bring dom over andre en ditt eget hode der do gjemmer din skam i lovsang så skal do få smake frukten av din egen bortgang. Som en flokk av helveds opphav og forvaltere av foraktens sønn parerer vi deres list med avskyens prakt med. Beviset på vår tunge byrde ligger deres sinn i åndenød skamfert tilbake uten makt. Reis deg opp, la oss bestride den tanke fra vår lend og dyrk på en forbannet jord en smertens ætt. For så og tynge de barmhjertiges skjød som har tiltro til den sjelloses brød.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Let us sit back and watch death and destruction's devotees revel, let us sit back and witness innocent semen being poured. Into the arms of Armageddon let it pour more and more. Pure fucking Armageddon, let it pour more and more. Reason faithfully defiles on bloodstained hands where graceful motion are lost arts. There are only battles to be lost in the kingdoms of the blind. For those who seek salvation in the dust of the earth will only find wrath in the sands of time. Engulfed by the desert we taste death in the dry heat. Disciples of prophetic ablution had sworn to let the skeptics bleed for great are their love for warfare, henchmen of the disastrous creed. Henchmen of the disastrous creed! Watch us all celebrate in their name, the lambs of our time being slain, awaiting the final perdition Awaiting the final perdition! Defeat against all and everything for whatever adorned righteousness, justice never wait for the guilty to speak the truth. Into the arms of Armageddon let it pour more and more. Pure fucking Armageddon, let it pour more and more. For mankind so hated the world that it gave all it's begotten sons and daughters that whoever believed the lie to perish and receive everlasting Hell.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Man and his faithful ethics intoxicated by the fruits of the earth. Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim, the perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate. As instruments of torture and leaving no room for sympathy We bring forth the monstrous birth to the worlds light. As all great art is made from suffering and so are we. Good in nature but evil by our own free will. Incestuously created by the will to kill, time is here to walk the final abyss march bound to the force of the last holocaust. Pour free the gifts of grace and slaughter the entire human race. Not permitted to redemption when pain rises high in purgatory. A reality so convincingly justified feeding from Death Cult's gown. We bring forth monstrous birth to the worlds light.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Uren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke uten hemning i ukjent ekstase, ei et tilbørlig ønske om å avle avkom for Gud frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret i kjødelig sødme fengslet av logn og ulydighet. Menneskets skrøpelige atferd må tuktes med heder og ære blir det sagt. Men godhet fødte evig ondskap kun da Edens tyrann skjenket frukten. Visdom berikes fritt i dyrets mangfold når himmerikets salige urett og svulstige barmhjertighet vekker forkastelse ved vårt åsyn. Gnisten har slått flamme og piner i pestilensens vilje. De ynkelige slaver knelende i skam, besvangret med skyld og miskunn. Ætlinger som sverger eden med troskapsløfte om å ugjøre freden a styrte himmelslavers velvære og triumfere i kulde til Dyrets ære. Vredens beger renner over I forherdelse fra opprør djevlers svovelvind glødende, fra regionen av Belial's barn avlet hinsides harmens trossende tind. De siste tegn fra Kristi tapende engler brenner ubønnhørlig i ravnens ild. Menneskets skrøpelige atferd må tuktes med heder og ære blir det sagt. Men godhet fødte evig ondskap kun da Edens tyrann skjenket frukten. Smertefull og blek er døden med blodstyrtning fra lysets gild. Dødens fremmøte sparer ingen det fromme liv kveles av egne tunger. Den kosteligste jord blir pyntet med fattigdom og hunger. Utspente vinger over mørkets dype svelg satt til verden for å meske seg med pest og død fråtsende i synd og hor. Overmakten fra polens bastarder nærer behag i syndens hierarki et evig liv i paradis er fullkommenhet i Satans dynasti.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Are you born from the abyss and have you sought the creed that draped the shadows of your own thoughts? Is your heart mesmerized by the fire that burns forevermore and do the secrets from the flames hold the mysteries over which you preside? Reveal the infantile wound and regain strength, free your spirit from those who lead in praise. Recollect the anger and the hate for not shall your morals dissolve in pity. Righteous warmth accompanied by deceitful tongues. Stay away from processed promises, let them fear what you know. Let them fear what you know! A malicious smile on their lips to keep us all under control, now it's time to rise and demand our due. The whores and their illusions left us bitter and cold. Drench them in their own poison, spit back the scorn of their ways. Out win their defect morality and the words they pray, consolidate the troops and expose the lies in their eyes. The ones deprived from the ecstasy that binds the neglect. Better lead than being led, earn any victory. For you stand superior above the plague and it's mass, the burden of proof rests on your shoulders. Are you born from the abyss and have you sought the creed that draped the shadows of your own thoughts? Is your heart mesmerized by the fire that burns forevermore and do the secrets from the flames hold the mysteries over which you preside?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

As mortal manufactured waste and part of the commonly infected, you prevent the ones worthy the gift of life to surface on once a prosperous soil. As superficially bewildered whores and succumbing to fictional truth, you are taught to preserve and profit the life institutional lie. You are taught to preserve and profit the life institutional lie. You worthless piece of shit may we all depart from this world and dissolve into nothingness, compassion will not be granted when life's value is point below zero. Human depravity is at our disposal as the perfect tool to destroy mankind, the worst kind of them all. Modern times' ignorance, the world disease. Appeal to death of every man, a living hate smoldering abyss. Nurtured through centuries with quietly exercised wrath seeks the easiest way to the feed the engine, praising the final bloodbath. Uncertainty and guilt will no longer endorse our fate. There will be no remorse, we kill to kill again, killing all. Go ahead, end it all, we deserve no better as a forever unblessed detonation. The great plutonium chord fulminates blinding the eyes of creation. Cutting off all life support sweeping away existence instantly Iced desolate ruins linger, leaving traces of our lovely humanity. As mortal manufactured waste and part of the commonly infected, you prevent the ones worthy the gift of life to surface on once a prosperous soil. Uncertainty and guilt will no longer endorse our fate. There will be no remorse, we kill to kill again, killing all.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

The memories far beyond the reckoning have begun to lurk in the distance like visual objects dearly known, the grace of the Devils hands. As they walk with me like a medium when I choose and require a burn-out. Resting in expanded malicious force, drained for murderous weapons. Knowing where you stand in this magnitude of this thought. Looking at the spirit of fire and flames, enduring on the throne of the black heart. The memories far beyond the reckoning have begun to lurk in the distance like visual objects dearly known, the grace of the Devils hands. As they walk with me like a medium when I choose and require a burn-out. Resting in expanded malicious force, drained for murderous weapons. Knowing where you stand in this magnitude of this thought. Looking at the spirit of fire and flames, enduring on the throne of the black heart. Knowing where you stand in this magnitude of this thought! A bringer of evil I am, and therefore also a carrier of light as I use this focus through the dark and face the sunshine in the dead end. Limitations do not exist when you are ahead of the crowd, with the art of confidence I reign at the throne of my soul. The value of this darkness unwinds, travelling the other path. A hidden triumph but obvious to the strong and wise. By understanding this reality I remain in a twice-coloured cloud with feet connected solid in the ground, and thus I get peace of mind. And thus I get peace of mind! A bringer of evil I am, and also a carrier of light as I use this focus through the dark and face the sunshine in the dead end...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Devoted to your own opiate in escapades from discontentment. Are you shutting off from the outside world to reflect on your mind shallow gutter? For this is your empire, this is your intrigue. Here you own them all, here you seal the deed. Contaminated from the spree of self salvation to keep the fever flowing in the veins, prominently manipulating Heaven and Hell. Does your sophistically discreet interlude maintain stories not to be revealed? In your search for redemption greed and lies become the savior. Through the lecherous eyes disgust withstand for are not these the windows to your soul? Fatherly fornication of sweat lips in dismay repeatedly unlocking the vaults to the holocaust. The dormant prodigy seeks its reason for rebirth but it will never, never gain the strength. A surrender in superficial scorn, the rape of an ever unborn. Seeds have been planted in the name of the son. Until this day ungodliness is yet to be gone. Sacramental suicide amidst the flow of virgin vine. The only way to comfort the defeat! A surrender in superficial scorn, the rape of an ever unborn. Seeds have been planted in the name of the son. Until this day ungodliness is yet to be gone. Regrets can no longer find it's ways, streams of innocent bitter tears flowing down the drain, mirrored in the haze of a partaker's eyes.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025