Rise and Conquer

There comes a time when man must abandon all he holds dear, And summon the honour of old and the strength to keep it. This is a call to arms, Ready yourself to die, This is a call to war, For thy blackest honour, Throw down your laborious duties, Break open your rusted shackles. This is a call to arms, This is a call for darkness, This is a call to victory, This is a call… this is a call to war. It’s time for natural law to be restored, A time for strength, a time for honour, For modern bloodlines are tainted, With the foul stench of white light mortals, Spoken from worm eaten texts. Rotting by their own words, Choking on their own words. To war! Rise and Conquer! Mother Darkness hail! We are the vaccine, For this sick infection, This plague of faith and ruin Now comes to an end. Cold and miserable… it dies. This is a call to arms, This is a call for darkness, This is a call to victory, This is a call… this is a call to war!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

These words mean nothing To no-one but me, An inner fire burning, To set these cursed thoughts free. Hatred is pure, chaos is free, Inside my world of insanity I am Beyond All This black flame of utter darkness is burning fiercely, Burning within the hollows of my cold dead chest, In a void so bleak with despair, I feel nothing Nothing within the shadows of my pale dead flesh. Scream myself, into oblivion, this condemnation Condemned, I kill everything that is scabbed in filth, I am the embodiment of purest darkness, Darkness behold my glory beyond what is black. I am Beyond All. I sit before you upon a throne of scars, I rule before you holding my dead black heart. I shall fight unyielding ‘till you wither and fade I shall kill unyielding, Death I have become thee I am not a fallen angel, for I am not of God. I am beyond all creation, for I was never born.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Raise the banners of strength, The iron fist of darkness, Raise the banners of intelligence, The inverted star of Satan. Light the torches of truth, And burn the teachings of slaves, Forge the black spears To pierce the heart of Christ. War drums pound the air, A thundering announcement, Our declaration has been made, And war is waged this day. Join the march, the black crusades, Instinctive order built by rage, Hordes of darkness massing strong, Poised to strike for one resolve. War drums pound the air, A thundering announcement, Our declaration has been made, And war is waged this day. Kill them all! The mauls of hate come crashing down, With deafening blows on drums of war, A prelude of the storm to come, That will wash away the lambs of the holy son. And the earth forever be shadowed in the shade of night. All hail! Darkness! We are lords of shadow! All hail! Darkness! We are the kings of night. Burn them all! Pyres of flesh are set to burn, Hungry flames dance and churn, We will never stop until you’re all gone. All hail! Darkness! Religion burns out acrid fumes All hail! War! Destroy and take the throne! Take the throne! All hail! Darkness! Religion burns out acrid fumes, All hail! War! Destroy and take the throne! All hail! Darkness! Swing hard and cut them down, All hail! War! Destroy and take the throne!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Red tapestries blow eerily in the wind, Amidst an inferno of scorched dead earth, Our black winged sign looms ominous on high, A brutal reminder of our rebirth. The only sound is the burning of lies, Mixed with the stench of a false world. Our banner set, showing the sign, Your once firm rule is now benign, Pretentious leaders of subjugation, Have succumbed to us, our blades rest firmly at their necks. We have risen an army of the black, Hell bent to cleanse our world of filth. We’ll fight savagely to no end, Cleansing Ablaze. History rewritten with the truth Cleansing Ablaze. Iconized heroes fallen to shame Without their shield of God’s name. Cleansing ablaze, of the masses cult, We’ll stand proud on broken remains Onward rolls our war machine.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Hate for hate and ruth for ruth, Eye for eye and truth for tooth, Scorn for scorn and smile for smile, Love for love and guile for guile, War for war and woe for woe, Blood for blood and blow for blow, I am the friend of all brave men The foe to all cowards What they are and have been, Flesh for flesh and soul for soul. Spirit for spirit and victory for the bold, I call up high and daring, I cast down despair, Be dangerous even in defeat, Be as a lion with clawed angry feet. War for war and victory to the bold, Live with honour and courage so told. I am the friend of all brave men, The foe to all cowards, What they are and have been. Be not afraid and show no fear, Let it be said not all life is dear, Live behind the veil, Walk with a thundering scorn, Be what you are, lest you be shorn. Lest the dog slaves of the divine creepling be muzzled, Enslavement is imminent. Be not afraid and show no fear, Let it be said not all life is dear, Live behind the veil, Walk with a thundering scorn, Be what you are, lest you be shorn. Let the shadows be born!

I am driven by a hateful storm, To drive you out of existence And forge a world of honour. Therefore I am inclined To do my will and take my fill I have evolved to hate you I have risen to destroy you. Blessed are we! An evil spirit hath inoculated Our race with its hideous gospel Of submissiveness and degeneracy Long live those bold of heart, Long live the strong, Long live the defiant ones, Long live Battle’s sons. Blessed are the strong for they shall possess the earth, Blessed are the powerful for they shall be reverenced among men. Blessed are the bold for they shall be masters of the world, Blessed are the victorious for victory is the basis of right. Long live he who is wise, For he shall question all things, And run with a virtuous horde, Long live brothers of war. Cursed are the weak for they shall inherit the yoke, Cursed are the feeble for they shall be blotted out, Cursed are the poor in spirit, they shall be spat upon, Cursed are the obedient for they shall heed creeplings. Through war we’ll break them, and scratch away their names. Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, they are the true messiahs. Cursed are those who speak His word, their breath is a poison. Blessed are the mighty minded, for they shall ride the whirlwinds, Cursed are the lambs of God, they shall be bled whiter than snow. Thrice cursed are the vile, for they shall serve and suffer Blessed are the ironhanded, the unfit shall flee before them. Cursed are the pitiful, for they shall receive no pity. Blessed are the destroyers… for they shall be feared by tyrants.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

There once was a time when the rulers of the world Were men of honour, strength and integrity, Stern with power, held with pride, Ruthless and eager, to rush into battle, And crush their enemies, no mercy was shown. A time when warriors led their armies to victory, And laid waste to the downtrodden and unworthy, Skilled with blade and military conflict, A force found in the untainted heart of war, Voiced with the power to unite and lead, Any army to any end, and any man to any fate. A time when warriors led their brothers to victory, And hailed a new order, a black mark in history. Blood sows the seeds for a new forest of impaled, Raise the spears toward the sky, gutting the false, Death leads the way, to the oceans we have sailed. Loft thy spear toward the wind, chart a new course. All hail the new order, our black mark in history. Blood sows the seeds for a new forest of impaled, Raise the spears toward heaven in defiance of lies, Stab the spears into earth, making a stand. Slam the spears down, quake the earth with darkness.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

[Miasma Cover] Feel the pain creeps through my veins, Close my eyes and see this face. What's this feeling, which cannot be named? Try to escape this deadly race. Realize I know it, face abhorrent feelings, Endeavour to name it, call it schizophrenia. Voices give me orders, I just obey, Went to a psychiatrist, he called it schizophrenia. Wardens with straight-jackets, before I distinguish, Force my hands on my back: "He's got schizophrenia.", Put me in a cell. I don't know what that helps. Scholars pass me by: "Another case of schizophrenia". Sit in my cell, but I'm not alone, They speak to me, try to persuade Me that I shall get out of this hole, But there's just one way to evade: Kill myself and meet with them. This promise seems to me like heaven. "Come and follow us!"

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025