Cult of the Unborn
Beyond the pits of hell and arcane fields Lies a kingdom outside time The one that we call Death dwells therein Waiting for the seal to be broken Forbidden words are recited loud The gates of infinity are open wide Death is only the Beginning of an endless journey Death is only the Beginning The sky is torn apart by maelstroms Upon the vortex rides its king Beherith of mystery and malice His presence freezes blood and prickles skin Now awaits the end of every ending Hear the calling from the grave Death is only the Beginning of an endless journey Death is only the Beginning Behold the tome of endless suffer The key to undo our creation Ye of weakness and unpure souls Kneel before the Casket Master Death is only the Beginning
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
The reek of rot from pergaments of skin A pathway to hell lies therein Tortured scrawl of Cerberus' fowl To summon forth the horde Unseal the underworld. Beget from the grave With hunger for flesh the dead shall wake This is the dawn of Gluttony Call forth the flame Cometh the bloodless Children riddled with decay Spellbound they heed The Casket Master's song Revocation has begun Beyond the cemetery gates lies a ravished chapel A place forgotten Unto its walls blood is smeared in runes To summon forth the horde Unseal the underworld. Beget from the grave With hunger for flesh the dead shall wake This is the dawn of Gluttony
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Seven feet below the ground in caskets of decay The dead still sleep Bodies given to the worms Flesh offered for the rats Distorted, hideous remains Coarsing through vessels, black blood of hell Clawing the coffin with fingers pale This is the dawn of their awakening This is the ritual of the damned Rot no more - Cometh from the Grave Awaken from thy corpse - Torn from the Grave Rise... Drawn by the cawing sound, into the church Beneath the ruins of Christ, below the inverted cross Black candles throwing ominous shadows against the walls, covered in ancient symbols of the dark A well filled with maggots and severed heads The feast on human flesh will soon begin Rot no more - Cometh from the Grave Awaken from thy corpse - Torn from the fucking Grave Rot no more - Cometh from the Grave Awaken from thy corpse - Torn from the fucking Grave
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Rows after rows of rotting corpses A voiceless sermon to the Gods below Indefatigable prayer to the crawling chaos Preparing for rapture In the Church of Rot Time has ceased in this world below Death meditation. Telepathic with the deceased Forcing the stars to finally align Preparing for rapture in the Church of Rot Decomposing zealots In the Church of Rot New followers arrive Some dead, some soon to be The shrieks echo and disturbs the peace Throats are slit in heavenly grace The dead hate the living In the Church of Rot Fucking Carnage! Decomposing zealots In the Church of Rot Decomposing zealots...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Macabre butchery since long mundane Kin severed to distorted remains. Clawing after flesh The infected rise again to kill with newborn strength A festering zombie pit of cannibalistic rage Hear the cries of the unborn: Cursed souls lamenting an ancient anthem Embrace utter darkness - Come worship Death We are The Cult of the Unborn - Loyal to the grave Martial law in every land The human race defied Cemeteries gaping open Our final rest defiled No Heaven - No God - No Life The stench of rot fills the sanctuary Disfigured hands violate the seventh commandment Embrace utter darkness - Come worship Death To the sign of the beast with horns - We shall prevail Embrace utter darkness - Come worship Death We are The Cult of the Unborn - Loyal to the Grave
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
The carrion lord approaches. Master of the living dead His words are the words of ruin Standing by the altar. A horror to behold His gaze burns with revulsion A mockery of the holy communion An orgy in rotten flesh Forcing the living beyond the boundaries of life Let the children come to him His touch is the touch of death Chalice of Maggots In the Church of Rot evil takes its form A putrid stench fills the air Decomposing congregation. Worshippers of death The rapture has finally come Chalice of Maggots Let the children come to him His touch is the touch of death Grant us the gift of perdition! Chalice of Maggots The horde grows stronger with every taste
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
The humans are outnumbered. The world is falling down Hordes of undead creatures roaming through the land In the Vatican archives, a legend of a weapon foretold A blade forged in secrecy centuries ago Guarded by an ancient order to protect us from its harm A blade forged in secrecy centuries ago The seal has been broken. Desperation has won at last Gods blade in the hands of mortal men Preparing for one final attack Bane of the Carrion Lord Pierce the heart of the Angel of death Bane of the Carrion Lord Slay the thing that should not be Let the guardian come forth, he who bears the mark A bloodline honed in secrecy to a spear against the dark one Against the seed of darkness - A scythe of flames The blade of prophecy will reclaim life from death The seal has been broken. Desperation has won at last Gods blade in the hands of mortal men Preparing for one final attack
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Within the graveyard looms the Church of Rot Zealots crawling before the carcass Unsheathed steel reflects the freezing moon This unsacred night was crowned for slaughter In festering bloodbath of vengeance and wrath Consumed with Divine Dismemberment Enraptured by fucking carnage The chainsaw feeds on rotten remains Apostasy. As I decapitate the dead A spinning world of flesh Like a meat grinder Entrenched in gore and filth The reaper's feast I revel in the Darkness - I am the Carnage - I am the Beast Summon The Black King. Keeper of souls Call for the Master of the Beyond In festering bloodbath of vengeance and wrath Consumed with Divine Dismemberment Enraptured by fucking carnage Crawl back into the pit... We shall await him...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Eaten by the darkness. Fallen into hell Terror draining mind from senses Ever flowing like suicidal hemorrhage Endless mutilation. A pathway carved in flesh Like punishment divine, I hack and maim, deface and grind Spewed from the womb of Satan. Materialized from darkness Resolution slowly shatters before The Casket Master Child of God The grave you seek Crawl in filth Before your king Bend your own neck To the Bane of the Carrion Lord On severed heads I walk these halls To reap what you have sowed Foolish worms! Death succumbs to me By the gallows of your entrails In death you shall find no peace Child of God, the grave you seek Crawl in filth before your king Born of worms, on flesh we feed Let your death become your beginning
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026