Sundown (The Flock That Welcomes)

I, the forsaken vengeful son Came a long way and took on form Where no sun would follow me down Where no divine would lay sealed For I have known that which concealed; Skies so deep as though they always mourned False prophets by no greatness adorned The forgery that the stars deadens O' how the demiurge abhor My words buried in monuments void Of any causal influence Lies-strangled skies Behold me in the midst Of a torment I couldn't resist A fortuitous flood engulfing all Wherein no secrets stay untold Lies-strangled skies Alone for me suffice To ignite senses which god despise A black flame consuming my soul Wherein no secret hidden lies I rejoice at your nonchalance While from the dome the dead stars fall Your feet don't weave a cheerful dance Since in Heaven rest not your soul You harmed, and wrongly did despise; The gift the Horned one gave me

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Pounding upon his zealots with colossal fists We have learnt to hail without making a face, Such is our strength, the only virtue that exists, Beyond the farce of Creation That so many yet embrace What God hides with aplenty storms of curses, That daily rise, while enthralling lies he nurses, To see your strife be mocked and spit on by the like Of many scums, who fancy your head on a spike With splendor our heart is filled His burning essence conceals A scent of pure freedom rebuilt With delight, We breathe this fragrance every night Wherein Twilight, Reveal the secrets of your might What God does with violent whirlwinds of curses, That daily rise, while alluring lies he nurses, To see your plight be mocked and spit on by the like Of many scums, who fancy your head on a spike Amongst the shades, a grave-like discontent, His light flickers and loosens the ties Shining above in dissonant lines No deed of mine and no desire It does not chain nor blind but inspire It is the source of our extolment

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Night can conceal a despicable doom Out of its fiery and crimson fumes And makes such sordid enemies arise From its clouded and horrendous disguise Knowing your love for what we assume the form of, With pretexts specious, not without a reason Minds that in silence Lucifer aroused, Addicted to shine and stand in glory For only chimes proclaim his victory Over all the enslaving cosmic laws Knowing your love for what we assume the form of, With pretexts specious, not without a reason, Accustom your spirits to infamous poison Thus we lead our people far from the reach of God Not all are worth a light so strong But to your talent they seem naught - It stings and burns. It steeps our thoughts When you radiate so right along

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

We have offended Satan, most Admirable of gods by far Hollow creatures that we are! To entertain a vile despotic host O night... O lawless fugitive! Whose glance forced me again to shrive We, gave up the strife, withdrew without a fight Bowed in the thrall of illusions We praised and flattered all that should perish To drown deeper our vertigo entire We've eaten without appetite, Enthusing drunk with bloody rites. We, gave up the strife, withdrew without a fight Bowed in the thrall of illusions To charm and our delirium to nourish We danced to the sounds of the divine Lyre We have insulted our lineage Thrilled through like a being insane We have, to favor our image Portrayed weakness for the cosmic plane Restore the freedom to which man is prone, The dragon stood before the one clothed with the sun Ready to devour her child as it was born! Unfathomed darkness for hostile souls I defeated the plot that disgraced the night And never I weep but rather I exult For I have all these illusions destroyed in all their forms - Two torches up high, which in all things ignite Mine eyes, my wicked eyes, the thought-less Light! - Those scorching fires that no light can outshine Mine eyes, my wicked eyes, the thought-less Light!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Under the pale, lies-strangled skies Night rises from the horizon Life stops running without reason, It seems; Therefore rejoice! Ye that dies It relieves briefly those who fast, The sun defiled and dazed within its flames Thus revealing all things we overcame Meanwhile the herald says, "At last... Unlawful spirits and worn-out fools, Though still hostile that is certain! The accuser is unrestrained and whole As night restores the starless realm, Thus we wear this draft as our curtain, Bewitching shadows, dense and dark Where light is mended in secret ploys That no delusion can destroy" And near the abyss, old tunes play on For the flock that welcomes sundown The aftermath of this vision Will lead to cosmic excision Life stops running forevermore, indeed; Therefore triumph! Ye that swore Allegiance to an old outcast, That god rebuked and voiced as a madman Thus covering all frauds and wicked plans In the midst of the mournful past Sundown! Irresistible Night, establishes your reign; While an odour of graves Through massive darkness spreads And on the depth's margin, will our enemies tread Upon unseen creatures, and the wrath of their strain Sundown!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Free at last, Satanists out of cosmic jail Hammering drums, Echoes of our past break the spell Immured by the demiurge Hammering drums... That originate from the void Satanists out of cosmic jail Loaded with madness That fuels our burning souls Satanists out of cosmic jail Once again shall all our evil wrath unroll Yet chase us as villains cherish The sight of the cosmic blemish We spirits, swirl, we are awake To the sound of the chains that break

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Upheaval, in chaos waters When earth in its young spring was greatly afflicted Upheaval, in chaos waters When only blatant fights loudly would resonate Spastic slumber, the bastard gods have fled Atrocious dreams that has released the strain Of fake idols whose crime was to ascend And kill the ones who set the world aflame Upheaval, in chaos waters A defiant seraph whose chants could enlighten Upheaval, in chaos waters Has divine glory found in a darkness that burns My magic art spurns a rapture perished, While others yield those memories I cherish For in that past I saw my youth afresh, My freedom lost, no bounds nor dreadful flesh Their thickening walls alas imprisoned us, And stole our spark, those lies so poisonous! The cursed savior, vowed to take down, The bastard gods, and awaken the flame Our true nature and essence manifest And leave the cosmic plane, deserted and damaged When the purpose of our numbness is gone We haste beyond the blind spot of the sun Breathing the darkness is an enticing thing Which governs our faith and fill us with eternal void

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Each man who is man, high or low, Holds in his heart an implacable snake Who on a throne his seat does take And rather of his will says no Baffles the law and scraps the lies At the root of the knowledge tree Gazing into this sorcery Incites and feeds obscure desires Whenever our bodies move proudly The Serpent whispers in our ears A secret thought and our arms would bravely Be the worthy rivals of god The Demiurge up his antic chambers, Trying to keep us unaware Godforsaken mortals, we forge our victory From our too many faults, to all our starless dreams When night carries the knives That pave the way to end the scheme For we whose glory was despised Must set our spirits free For what can awaken the beast so soon, Whose sleep has been taken beneath the cold moon As the spells which whirlwinds of witchery may cast The rhythmical number (666) will exhort him to rise! Beyond our prison lies a thought-less realm Where light is mystery for the adversaries

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025