Doomanizer
When night it´s falling and the spirits immolate, in invisible chains... In invisible chains. All the damned advance to the scaffold knowing their final destiny... The final destiny!!! The Scaffold Knowing!!!
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Orgiastic celebration on her velvet tongue, Enraptured by the fierce impulse... Until she begs me for more. In Satyriasis Doomine, I´m dancing in the fire. In Satyriasis Doomine, I’ll be your downfall. She says I am her total master in the art of supreme pleasure, A god of sin and atrocious pride, The only path to her salvation. In Satyriasis Doomine, I´m dancing in the fire. In Satyriasis Doomine, I’ll be your downfall. Bodies and Sins. Lust in the Skins! She is my slave in my room... She is my slave in my room... I’m the great son of Pan, the only Faun on this hill.
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Is the hand of executioner that kills, but the lack of dreams in our lives. Surrendered forever to eternal doom. But the need to be others... To be accepted in falsehood. When dusk falls, and the ferments are brewing, We are abandoned by God at the mercy of the wicked crows. Sleep Inertia, Sleep Inertia. Sleep Inertia, Sleep Inertia. No salvation, only lies, In our masks, the spirit dies. We fade beneath the hollow skies, Left to rot where truth defies. Sleep Inertia, Sleep Inertia.
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Born in smoke, wrapped in sky, Stars behind his glassy eye. No name yet, just endless hum— The void is loud for those who come. Ulysses wakes, the dark undone, First breath stolen from the sun. Bones remember, cells ignite, A godling lost in primal night. Ulysses falls, then learns to rise— A cradle swinging through the skies. Ulysses wakes, the dark undone, First breath stolen from the sun.
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Madden by the spiral bodies falls in chaos... Asphyxia and mortallity. The doors are open while the sky goes black. Psychotropic Dance and Eternal Sights. Psychotropic Dance and Eternal Sights. Frenzy against the clock in a stellar journey we are slave of our freedom. Kill or die, fight or flee into the eternity toward the more beyond. Frenzy against the clock in a stellar journey we are slave of our freedom.
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Now everyone is engulfed by megabytes and data, Dreams of a Cybertronic being, born in Silicon Valley. Doomanizing... The world is screaming! Doomanizing... This is the main plan. Doomanizing... On the motherboard! Doomanizing... This is the real work! Doomanizing people, Doomanizing. Doomanizing people, Doomanizing. They say the future is here now, artificial and intelligent, All at your fingertips, except the option to be free. Doomanizing... The world is screaming! Doomanizing... This is the main plan. Doomanizing... On the motherboard! Doomanizing... This is the real work! Doomanizing people, Doomanizing. Doomanizing people, Doomanizing. Doomanizing everyone. Doomanizing everyone.
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Risk of choke with their thoughts, Electroshock and death in fun. Risk of choke with their feelings, There are no pills for the pain. They walk alone, Hitting everyone. Abused in silence, they've lost their voice. They scream inside, With no escape to find. Their hearts are torn, Shattered and blind. There are no losers in the choking games. We want to be heard in the lack of control. There are no winners in the choking games. Cursed are those who believe in TV. Where are you? In the Choking Games... Choking Games... Choking Games... Choking Games...
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
The spiral sleeps, devours in silence. A violet tongue crosses the firmament. She begins where all things end. She is the breath the void would send. She drinks the sun like burning gold. In her bloom dreams an ancient snake. She won’t end, won’t be born. She just is, and breaks once more. She won’t end, won’t be born. She just is, and breaks once more.
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Goat Warden, Ash Tongue, Bleat Warning. Curse Seed, Drum Bone, Flesh Altar. Smoke Coven, Doom Bell, Horn Rite. Fire Mouth, Soil Oath, Chant Void. Thorn Scripture, Blood Mirror, Witch Crown, Shadow Grief, Nail Silence, Rope Faith She walks. You kneel, She bleats. You burn, You burn!!! If you don’t sing to her… You’ll be her drum. The bells of dawn shatter When she steps on infernal ground. Each footstep curses the flesh, Each bleat a mortal judgment sound.
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
Within the void, so vast and deep, The all-seeing eye lies in sleep. It dreams of stars that rise and fall, And of the end that comes to all. It dreams of stars that rise and fall, And of the end that comes to all. It dreams of stars that rise and fall, And of the end that comes to all. It dreams of stars that rise and fall, And of the end that comes to all. Sleep, Oh god of stellar doom! Your slumber locks the cosmic tomb. If you should wake, the skies will cry, And chaos reign beneath the sky. A thousand sages saw it sway, As fire and thunder tore the day. But none returned from shadow’s breath To speak the voice that whispers death. Sleep, Oh god of starless fate!
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026
In silver flame, the black star cries, The serpent coils where wisdom dies, Gods devour the sacred line. Fivefold gate with tongues of dust, Rites of bone and smoke and rust, Truth is fire, and faith is worn. Shadow throne in temple deep, Eyes of void that never sleep, Dreams are wounds that darkness keeps. Throne of Thelema, Throne of Thelema, Throne of Thelema... Throne of Thelema, Throne of Thelema, Throne of Thelema...
Submitted by johnmansley — Jun 22, 2026