Babalon Patralx de Telocvovim
Pestilence And Honey You bury your Dead too shallow To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey A kindred Spirit I control your destiny What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens Truth isn't what it seems It's what the Fool believes All the good one's are Dead And all Guilt is relative For the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it all But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh And steaming Stench of thousands of Graves What you sense is True Evil What you smell is True Fear What you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and Honey Every Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey (and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain Because every Headstone tells a Story All the good one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead
Vabzir Camliax The lunar current within the earth It curls around the ashen, uninstructed mortals Damn them, damn them who pity! They shall be smitten and fed to celestial fire Quoth the crowned and conquering one The fiery joy, seated as a great lost god. The eagle spake! Fragrant steam sent up by offerings As the night weaves her unpenetrable veil The infinite aether of austere skies To be airborne is to be lost to the earth Evoken as an eagle yet swifter and deadlier Accursed opponent twitching on the talons of eager violence "The best blood is of the moon, monthly; Then the fresh blood of a child or dropping from the host of heaven; Then of enemies; Then of the priest or the worshippers; Last of some beast, no matter what." - LIBER AL vel LEGIS OL SONF VORSAG VABZIR CAMLIAX CASARMAN VPAAHI TOH VONPH
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Now the night lays dark and cold Upon a world at sleep Across he world sweeps a crimson haze Now the virgin's seal is broken The fertility rite is complete And the seed is sown in a holy place Born a child of the underworld The fire and flame Born a child of the underworld Desire and pain Born a child of the underworld Evil prevail Born a child of the underworld...... Now the day is slowly fading The 12th night is comed Prepare soon the virgin shall give birth To the son of Satan, Child of Hell Spread the news across the universe Satan's child is born tonight by womb untouched and pure All Hell rejoice the birth of the Son Laced in sin Child of Hell The spirit of lust and pain Baptised in sacred angel blood Now Evil can prevail Born a child of the underworld The fire and flame Born a child of the underworld Desire and pain Born a child of the underworld Evil prevail Born a child of the underworld...... So light the 13 Candles [Repeat chorus] So light the 13 Candles
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise I have gone far beyond the pale The invincible sun eclipsed and bound Languid with absinthe, a muse I sought From Demonic apparitions as pleasant deliverers They ride the moon In echelon The struggling souls, Seeking the spirit For arcane ointments eerie secretions Extracted from your dearly departed Overwhelming malady, peculiar apparitions Quis est iste qui venit? There was music...religious In a dark place where wrong birds fly Dark, ropy liquid, entrap the potential Offer the blood! OFFER THE BLOOD! A dark current pulls Cataclysmic forces enhance the view I become the Dead and Declare to the universe: The wise one, star namer, decreeing the pattern Apostate, Destroyer, dividing the poles, seed of rebellion Warrior, Sun-king, providing the power, triumph of Sol Nature transformed is the manifest goal Yet, Reignes and Kingdomes Crumble and fall Mortiferum, Mortiferum...
A cruel love, to rend the hoary veil Of cynic, hatred of mankind, and scorn Of all things virtuous, seeing there is born Within me now, with strange desire gone pale, A newer sweetness in the nightingale, Till I see good again. Thy love has torn Philosophy's frail texture, and outworn The sophist's falsehood and the cynic's tale. A cruel love - I find in Magdalene Seven angels with the seven devils wed! I find true love where I had thought to find A spirit to reflect my own obscene And dead desire that scoffed at love - instead Love comes... we part... I perish... Fate is blind!
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025