Spiritual Black Dimensions

Glowing eyes, staring eyes! Manifest of evil presence, With entities swept in disease and decay. A fall from paradise, beyond redemption. Wrathchilds afterglow! He who speaks of nightly treasures. He who wraps the serpent around my neck. He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice. He who lets me serve and slip away. So I will take shelter, in the absence of the light. Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark, a revenant without relief it seems. For the art of becoming a progeny, and to be raised in such curse, is to forever creep among naive mortals. Infesting the dead in herds. Infesting the dead in herds! His grandeur of guidance, in round trips obscure. He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills. His paths on which domination linger, he who dares to prove the sanity of mine. He who speaks of nightly treasures. He who lets me serve and slip away. Black unearthly void, creatures crawling. Forbidden forgotten, fairly underrated. Bastards in the shape of angels, holding my hands. Passing me what is left of the wine. Bastards in the shape of angels, holding my hands. Passing me what is left of the wine.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

A mental inner vortex, as possessions through a wolf's eye. Envisioning the eclipse, no longer to be blinded by a sunrise. In this final benediction, confronted by mirage of imminent mortality. Time's set to end the suffering, so follow. I will cherish the secrecies of hearts! Chased by the black shepherds, behind curtains of night. Been found as a tool in their seduction, fatal haze. An escape into abomination. Perished to phasma, a syndrome of another aeon. Soul-obsequial inhesion! Resurged in torrents, of abysmal thoughts. Lost in a helix, blackest might! In stealth I do seek deliverance. In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

When the ghastly mourners, awakens from sleep, and the volant funeral crows are watching. Like evil omens, in shadowed murmur, they welcome me again. Agonized and flattered to once become, a part of this horror scenario. I descend with arms open wide. When the ghastly mourners, awakens from sleep, and the volant funeral crows are watching. Armoured and filled, with painful pleasure. Reflecting streams, of monstrous mirages. I will not hide! Losing control in seductive madness. Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis. Dead colours appear within unshallow graves. Alone in awe I face abhorrence below! Trapped inside to suffer in silence, torn apart in mind and sense. Baptised in this nightly glamour, rites of splendid essence. Losing control in seductive madness. Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis. Dead colours appear within unshallow graves. Alone in awe I face abhorrence below! Trapped inside to suffer in silence, torn apart in mind and sense. Baptised in this nightly glamour, rites of splendid essence. Agonized and flattered I once became, a part of the horror scenario. Armoured and filled with painful pleasure. I did not hide! Now when the gates are no longer shut, I withdraw from the light of the sun.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Unfolding her carnal desires to me, with tempting eyes she does receive. A hunter of the Night Devil's whore, may her cursed beauty hunt me forever. We embrace the madness, gathered as one. Mourning dead passion, she comes to me. A fate awaits us in the night, in the ruins of creation we will unite. Unfolding her carnal desires to me, with tempting eyes she does receive. A hunter of the Night Devil's whore, may her cursed beauty hunt me forever. She comes to me, a shining beacon, confused by the sensual innovation. Passion, towards image of mortal evil. Passion embraced by the image, of united death. The enigma lies broken! Searching for those precious moments. Reaching for a higher state of existence, like a newborn migrant in the void. I am smitten by forbidden fruit, possessed by moments of dark splendour. To walk the nightmare terrains forever, the enigma lies broken. Possessed by moments of dark splendour, to walk the nightmare terrains forever. United with new unhallowed grace, this cursed beauty hunts me forever.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise, a passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre. The painted angels shadowed high above, once they gathered to worship at the picture of me. Like a whisper where there are no words appears the perplexed, the statue of might. In the cradle of the next generation a spiralling ruin lost in the gathering dust. The faces you saw in the withering garden, I witnessed the flickering made to look like stone. Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames, never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh. Those words drawn in water become our legacy of fantasies. Burn the pictures so unexpected in this strange deserted place, once opened its secrets would become the world. Its attributes would continue to unfold forever. Through the fabric of the promised future aeons I offer this suffering of my unwanted father. The stars did wander separated in the forbidden universe.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light. We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goat of a thousand young. Two horns thrust upwards in defiance, three inverted as the trinity denied. A phalanx of mourners in black, falling towards nightly terror. Unleash the tempted beast, raised your horns in prideful blasphemy. I'll be your guide into the glorious darkness, and enchant you like a taste of sin. Unleash the tempted beast, chant there on in words of blazing scorn. Grant me my dark desires, strengthened through the power of Satan. Take pleasure in the torment of the wretched, and rejoice in the delight of the flesh. Behold the face of Satan, and walk the fields of erotic fire. Hunt the Heavens... Godless temples beckon, through gleaming scapes of horrid nightmare. Gathered between symbols and signs, a glow of new light is born out of the night. Give into your lust and carnal desires, in twisted blood-dripping ecstasy. In the name of Satan, I lead you into temptation.

Passenger on confessional course, unlock with the key you behold within. Repair the shadow of your mind and come awake. Oh, dreadful angel of mine, enrich me with the vastness of being. Rigid Father teach me to comprehend, I'll commit myself to understand. To be faithful and the instrument so that the ones with blindfold can see what I have seen That there is nothing in between for I am the accomplice. Aghast and tender indulged in sin, embraced by loneliness legions who grin. I blunder into the realms of slumber, I collide with the obscure and see the last fraction of light go by. Plundering the sanity from the insane, and providing appearances in black. Carefully swept in decadent spheres, faces in this world always remain darkened. In circles of dominance emotional deeps unite, fiction and transcendence woven together. In the essence of purity lies wisdom. Join the forces, the spiritual black dimensions. What more do you need of proof, human hands conforming cloven hoofs, for I know the secrets and lies behind all truths. Knowledge is power and the power is mine. It's all mine! So let the children come to me and share the limitless ways to infinity. Escape death and disease and behold youth and vitality. Oh, dreadful angel of mine, enrich me with the vastness of being. Rigid Father teach me how to comprehend, I'll commit myself to understand for I am the accomplice.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

In the shadows of my gallow, I'd rather absent the hallow. Thy presence made pleasure of pain, thy madness turned sanity into vain. Profoundly wicked owner of soul, the mysteries of thy creation beheld by ghouls. Diabolically disguised heavenly bodies, atrociously desired primordial elements. Plunging through the confused heart of sulphur. In all this darkness, how can man see? Pour misguided fool, it is not God you are talking to. I am not impostrous, hiding behind pearly walls. However, I am still yet to be found, known. I shall guide you on your midnight ride, as the sun fades black. Beyond your grotesque imagination, my name will be revealed. The blood of Christ can't heal your wounds, give me all of yours and I'll give you mine. I am the hidden fantasy. In the secrets of my knowledge, there is no God but me. In this shadowy world all are nameless. Outstanding, dressed in majestic splendour, touched by the flames of eternal fire. How I long for your embrace, uttermost desire.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity. With honour I bear the mark of Satan. Triumphants beasts in heavenly defeat. Disguised in gloom, I wear the mask of Satan. Ride the beast through paradise, still vipers these mortal burdens. We arise as the portals take form, I leave my feathers again. Infidels and scarecrows, all fallen from Heaven. Captured by the sin of the beast. Mesmerized in total chaos. Engulfed in an overflow, of selfish might. Swept through arcane mysteries, forlorn in a maze of torment. Raped by the sanctity of the unholy, reveals a Hell I never dreamed of. Bewildered by, the arcane life force mysteria. I shed my skin once again! Swept through arcane mysteries, forlorn in a maze of torment. In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity. With honour I bear the mark of Satan. Triumphants beasts in heavenly defeat. Disguised in gloom, I wear the mask of Satan.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025