The Primigeni Xul (I Condemned My Enemies)
Ia! Ia! Zi Azag! Ia! Ia! Zi Azkak! Ia! Ia! Kutulu Zi Kur! This impure power that is not dead Will rise again in anger Riding fierce from the valley of the night To defeat included the death
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
You are nothing You're not a god You're just a pig, son of semite land Knowledgeable of ancient myth of death of Ishtar (15) in Magan So, you are a false father just exist in Your lie and talkativeness as gods that you can't be Jesus the Christ (spirit) you that hangs Suffocated in the walls of Nar-Mattaru Listen to me, I know your false truth The eye of Absu glanced idly at my forehead I can see through the dirty veil Of the christian ignorance The zonificated gods don't know Your name because is not written In the immortality panel The Gigim Anunnaki from Kur Don't know you figure or your number Because the spheres of time Never registered your arrival or departure So, who are you but the false son of a false father That was immolated to satisfy the vanity And to be perpetuated In the weak minds of his followers of your false dogma Just to be adored as the god you can't be You are the false god of emptiness And everything built under your feet is a mistake In your blood is the key Of this knowledge of this Anu creation
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The beginning of all existence is the indeterminate Where entities and spirits arise from And where they must return necessarily Because pacts should give mutual satisfaction And make amends for its exhaustion And wear down according to the time order I impose So, living and dying is the same thing Awaken or sleep, young and old Until decide the contrary Because I'm the one ruling this Cosmos Over every creature, because I'm impure, the lord of lords This Cosmos is the same to everybody No man or god did it, but me The older one, so I'm the Dominus of Lords! The one who always was and will be Eternal living flame, always burning Self-feeding with the souls of those who are not Won't be and could never be in the eternity Because his word is weakness and his reason the not to be I'm the spirit of the night I'm the immortality I'm the Lord of impurity Iga Mummu Xul
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Open your eyes to the Cosmos that roars Far away from the abyss of time Listen to the calling of those who rule In the perpetual spheres That forms the spiral macro serpent Look at your microcosmos and the serpent That claims inside of you Feeding the being with cosmic energy Of those ruling behind seven mountains of Ur Seven gods, with seven seals of seven worlds That directs the blood and the spirit of their descendants Through time and space To take the mystical key of knowledge AllaXul-Nanna (33) extend your beard And concede the secret of the oceans of blood GigimXul-Nebo (12) extend your seven horns And concede the knowledge of the black science Lilith-Inanna (15) extend your passion And take us with your war GidimXul-Shammash (20) rise from your golden throne And gives us the flame Telal-Uggae-Nergal (8) extend your sword from the red sphere And concede the knowledge of your Cutha And the art of war to your race MaskumXul-Marduk Kurios (10) Extend the double-edged axe and concede the magic MallaXul-Adar (4) hunter of time Rise from the black sphere and concede the dark rites And the night be eternal through the black horns Rise from the black ocean of the spheres The four points of the Earth be opened To the exterior and let the mystical key of Azonei's dominion Enter in deafening scream of the night in Bandar!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Even I feel the sound of Emen Hetan And the obscure vision of the neolithic ceremony That resounds in my mind Through the incarnations in the spheres of time Even I remember when I arrived to you, my lord In the dark time of the forgotten eon And as the true wisdom by black magic Now that the black remains cries out And the blood of grand Kingu flows in me, your slave Implore your horned serpent of time's abyss Come to me, Lord Come in this night now that the moon is immortal And the black blood burns in me Ereshkigal Hear me, make me black Master, give me your force, your power For to take the key and, as in the past, to ride on the wings of the night Now in the immortal night Hear me Satan The deadly wake up and smell the incense
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
How a god doesn't know about vengeance can be important Anger and violence that do not even know the passion Of the victory and destruction? Proclaiming the indulgence Transforming divinity into decadence Mutilated of their abilities and their virile instincts The fierce race needs a god to pay tribute to Governing with the enjoyment of the power That claims inside himself Awakening the black spirit And projecting it through its god Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Shipwrecked of salvation Those who follow a sick and pale god Those knowing nothing about the inner force And those psychologically degenerated Paying tribute to a weak god Emptiness is divine in the jewish god And the resolution of emptiness is sanctified
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
You are nailed, whipped and immolated With your beautiful crown of thorns Too much pain for the grand Messiah? Hidden between the shadows I enjoy your prophesied destruction Condemned by your dear human race They clove you in your holy symbol You are twisting in it And you ask for clemency Nobody hears you! Your pig father Your pain is my pleasure Your corpse lifeless is retired from the cross Covered with tatters you are buried It's my chance Covered by my shadows I profane your tomb I see your corpse and I incrust the thorns On your head even more I elevate your corpse and I lance it to the walls Your corpse is engraved on your holy mantle Destroying your stomach I draw out your genitals And I incrust it in your smooth Oh, grand Jesus, show me your power! This is your body Receptacle of my black creations This is your blood That eternally will be poured out by my slaves This is my dick Who will penetrate and will ejaculate in your corpse This is my semen The creator of black creatures That you will bear in your stomach And who will guard your sepulcher eternally Mutilating your corpse I condemned your soul to insurrection In opposition to your father And to perish in my domain Third day No resurrection Your pig father has left you again You have lost your false paradise Oh, Jesus Christ! Your mutilated corpse is rotting
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Beyond the eternal ice earth Lower than magnetic north Where the white sun of christian ignorance Don't illuminate The Lucifer cursed strategist Rest through astral pipe Enriched with the wisdom Of the black spirits of forgotten times With the gods of war forces With the black wisdom in the hands Rode on the circle of eternal return The beast will reborn When the white sun be extinguished In the black earth of the east And the black sun will reappear With the force of Lucifer The beast will emerge from the eternal ice With the polar pure warriors Turning around the arms of dextrogire swastika With the power of the Ancient Ones The great beast will walk through With worldly foot In the eternal winter
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Everything is dark here Everything is silence here I remember it like an eternal dream When the eternity was young and dark And my spirit was flowing With black winds from the north Impulse by ancestral first magic Riding on old spells We were mounted like swarms Over the winds and waters Which was waved obscure Ripping the light with black swords Now we rest involved by the dream of death Buried under the seven forgotten tombs Now we dream with the final of last eon With the eternal eclipse with the dark day When the broken circle will be closed To emerge again with the power of the Ancients And the force of the storms To ride again with old blasphemies In the eternal night… And to put on Heaven the black throne of Satan!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In recum inclinatio humanitas Cum expunationis suus albus columnae Cum die coverti in nocte Et luna, consequor suus inmortalitate Reliquio irruo terra suus magicus fluxus Nostrum antiquos Dominus Expergefeci ex suus perpetuus somnium Qui surgo cum potentia ex tempestatis Expergefeci Pazuzu! Filli Ia! Repetitio visionis tundele Aro proesentis ex surgo e profundis et marc Antiquos deus dei rapiopui qui sum tollo Suus antiquus expersitus et suus Primigeni curae suus Onus, suus scentia refleci suus antiquus Et sacrilegus, imperior Inferior magicus fluxus luna
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Place of darkness Obscure and profane signs infect the place Of malevolence Dark paths of pleasure and torment With the sign of the beast Raising the Hell to its chapel They engrave spells on the skin of the damned Bleeding by the signs, begging for mercy Skinned by infernal lords They cry out for fortune to Heaven's God Dirty and impure ritual in Satanis adoration Riding monstrous beasts They scream spells Creators of their own paradise They inhale the smell of blood Nourished of aberration Deserted from light And abandoned to the black They rule by the Demon Carrying off souls and send them to Hell The endless grinding of souls Is the music of the chapel With maddening and revolting orgies Impure ceremonies and the blood of sacrifice Over the signs Rise Satan to his chapel Everybody rests in his paradise Under the shadow of the demon They seem to be dead But they where waiting to be awaken From their immortal coffins
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026