Baphomet Wade

Here one night I was given the disturbance of Sathanas, in a dram physically in twilight, of the subconscious; He appeared Strange yet a feeling (of somthing) deeply familiar ,of existence; was flickering with my perceiving, like a thick needle touching my brain... One "part" felt missing after the occurance but I can tell you He spoke without speaking like a direct Power... -it was not just a dram Tis is Satan's land Realize it now as the horrors shake it's rock'n knuckles all around! Sathanas'here..Sathanas is here (I saw) He was the one walking on two cloven hooves Horns on head, His robe inwhich was the last thing He let me remember; it wasn't black, but red on the outside. And the days since then Have been filled like a... Potion! (Lyrics: 4/12-13)

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Coming forth like the Spring the consciousness dwells Knowing the self but hidden inside it's own shell The Dark Soul crucified inside a piece of flesh Crucified for the sudden Springs and the sudden Deaths Crucified to hate jesus christ and falseness Standing against mankind perceptions gone make-believe Soul is hungry for Black Metal stimulation Gout Cyclus... It urges for the flesh to revel and suck out Juices of the Night... Wanting to bath in the time of the mandrake beyond the rays of the moonflame,,. Ghosting at the heart mother Invades the house of the hybreed father Baphomet calls you - helpless you are Lucifer strides within you next Winter Now it's time to seal the rime... The creator needs life, it's give and take to keep young he must have your blood back... He gave you life - life on evil terms, Now you must fulfill the plan - Now you must fulfill the plan! for The Return... Goat Cyclus...Goat Cyclus! (Lyrics: 25/6-14)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Support the Devil Support the Metal Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground Support the Devil Support the Metal Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground Chronical gates are waste Senses are black with hate Three branches in wait For a comming that is endlessly late Support the Devil Support the Metal Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground Support the Devil Support the Metal Support the Fresh Tea from the Underground If you encounter each direction and choose a fiction You return to flower the seed that was already planned as unholy weed One Night before the Other...One Night before the Other. (Lyrics: May '14)

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

In a bucket of blood the brew was made upon an altar as ancient as (the percieving of ) time... No crown on head perished was blood thru holes down, by desert wands Fog and brain collapse distilled reality Put Force by Satan's Command (just as) the Thriller of the holy trinity, founded yet pleasures of deseCreation is an ancient ritual for Power - it still has a deep unseen Those who are ready to make crop circles, maybe... The mermaid in the depths, oh tiny tastes... -the Wind of the entire nature's laws pushed forward by rapid rolling apples so alien that no storm will ever (even) be seen the hybreed so grotesque that the crumbling altars of madness will lose it's hold on the bucket of blood when the appearing angels of Destruction takes a sip from the box buried beneath the desert sand... Ready to go on with our world they open up the center of earth to Sacrifice it's heart to rebuild a Power with the materials we never even knew we had... The Wind of the entire nature's laws may very well be ONE element; When the ancient alien powers return to propose a Toast to their neighbors at war... (Lyrics: December 11th 2013)

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

R.O.D. (Religions of Desecration) See the Messiah urge'em to drink his blood and eat his flesh in cannibalistic manners - (And) encounter the modern woman who still has to desecrate her lips for the sake of the Word of the Prophet... and be raped wide open again by her Predestined..Unwanted..Beloved...Husband... Methods against their own Rod - religious control Crushing remaining intuition - religious invaders - Religions of Desecration...Religions of Desecration Caring for the frightningly hard way for an easy way out; the religious shame sets it's jaws against Sathanas...in return the modern "enlightenment" force'em to review ancient fables as to the point of rebirth of religious dogma as to the point of Complete annihilation of religious dogs we will wait... We will feed the flames day by day night by night Always Ready... To break their Rod Fuck the Hell Off - Fuck the Hell Off! (Lyrics: April '14)

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

The Power of the Goat of a Thousand Young What's within the soul Steady rollercoaster syndrome The Moon has a reserved spot in any painting The sound of the Moon.. To rise afate So true it can't be realized "here" Distillation of reality With the new moon a new glimpse A blacksmith of the Metal seed The Caw... up bursts lightening between our minds United by hatred! A blacksmith for the souls of Metal A blacksmith for the souls of Metal ...souls of Metal... A blacksmith for the souls of Metal ...for the souls of Metal! (Lyrics: December '12/January '13)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Don't hunt the Wolf I tell you, don't hunt the Wof Crystallizing gaze from the dark realms from beneath the heart of the pure instinct I met a man, the monster was not present He held a crossover speech howled up to for Milleniums He was the wolf-man Nature Wisdom Incarnate Yet beside him was this abstractly large cauldrom boiling with ascending powers of... Satan! Satan! Hunt down the wolf-hunter Let us foresee Let all winged masters ask us through the fog So that alien or not Reality can unvover Thy Half-Eternal Glory (Lyrics: 14/3-2014)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Woe to you... I was born dead It was three nights and three hours before fullmoon I am The Reaper There has been found away to brew the pot of Armageddon When times tell you this it answers to make it happen by wish Pragmatic the reflection of a Woe, in waters of wisdom and hate, by time One does (...) make misty eyes winged but now also penetrating within the Golden Walls Man I see you've got an hypnotic stench -within your mind -soul Strangled, Burnt, Buried and Drowned Would I let you like the way to spirit any kind of a "One Last Word"? Are you preset to sacrifice? Are you preset to sacrifice? (Lyrics: 18/2-2002)

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025