Discipline and Terror
Enter Morain, Herald the dawn of an age, And purify with truest words, The venomous thesis of the mage. Enter Morain, Reveal the knowledge that lurks within pain. Bring forth the day, When Zion has suffered its ways, And thus, finally shatter the chains, That plague the mind, maintaining slaves. Enter Morain, Now secrets abound; their keepers are slain. Sever the heads of those who refuse to obey, The teachings of the Sevenfold Way. Feed upon the impure, Their weakness serves as our lure, Pierced: their blood centres shrivel and die, As tendrils extract the acausal life. Shriek as flames engulf your mind, And spectres dance before your eyes, You shall find that which you seek, Discrepancies between strong and weak. Converge now upon this place, O Draugr, great and old, With no body, nor a face, Just hunger in their soul. Meld now with the causal plane, Become He, known by many names, Spawn of the pool beneath the moon, Which ever-slowly starts to wane. Terror forms and pierces thoughts: From formless to those they once sought, And so the feeding doth take place, As tendrils stretch through time and space. Awaken now your centres, see The everlong acausal leeches, As they feed, and they breed Within your mind to see you bleed. I behold, the great Morain in sight, Who stands beside aeonic might, Feed upon the impure, Their weakness serves as our lure, Pierced: their blood centres shrivel and die, As tendrils extract the acausal life. Shriek as flames engulf your mind, And spectres dance before your eyes, You shall find that which you seek, Discrepancies between strong and weak.
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 22, 2026
Black flames engulf the sky, Words resonate below: The feeble pleas of those who died. An angel came this way, Her metal shell glowed green, And her blast vapourized those she dismayed. Now burn, Jerusalem. For your reign has been broken, By the sword of Western might Know that we, your enemy, Gift this blaze to thee, So ye may bathe beneath it's radiant light. Israel falls! Come ye gentiles and rejoice, Upon this most joyous day. Honor reforms, With nations' sovereignties And liberties; Now the false gods are slain. Fly our banner high; A symbol of Drakonic might. With victory in sight, The Mage shall die upon this night. Blessed but by the light, We strive to end their ways, And we shall win the fight At Dies Irae. Sever their heads and tear out their eyes. Open them so all may see through their guise. We call upon the Sun: Karu Samsu Agios O Shugara Grant eyes that see from afar, So that we may, Clearly pave the way. Breach the void and sink the mind, Then burn the temples you shall find, We call the mighty Sun: Karu Samsu. We feed now Through the astral, On the remains Of the Mage. We leech from his Dying frame, the Intercausal Might.
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 22, 2026
Meditating, now alone; A tetrahedron firmly placed into the earth beside you. You have wandered far from home, Aching to complete the pathway you since promised to pursue. The darkness is coming And I too there dwell: Older than day or night, With fury that none may quell. Sever your causal ties. And lift your head to meet with my gaze; then in a daze See your ego's defeat. Spread your many limbs Noctulius, as you grace these woods this night. Seethe with purpose. Bathe this place with Infernal light. Incite within me - pure - The very feeling of despair So I may reawaken, whole, As the fabric of causality tears Opening fearful eyes, Caught are but glances, Causal fields sundered; His Nexion advances. Now this grove sings with the Song of sheer fright as Noctulius is presenced on this Fullmoon night. Seared - the nerves in the brain start to wither; The mind is compelled as your legs take you thither- A now-vilely lit clearing which serves as the altar, Your eyes comprehend but your senses - they falter. Now buckle beneath the great weight of your sins, Draw the black archetype of Noctulius within, Be possessed by the willpower to break causal chains- Lest on this night you feel innermost pain. Fall to your knees as the image takes hold: The shape of a bull with the will of the Bold. Gasp now for breath with the shock of the sight And behold the air dissipate; gone from the night. Hark as the forest itself whimpers now, Its trees are obscured; all but shadowed by clouds, Then breathe sweet relief as the rain hits the ground, As the vision has vanished now with not a sound. I call the unknown From it's formless throne To ever-mold ego; thoughtless; and self. I have seen the way My thoughts doth enrage Bittersweet are visions; rage never quelled. When I awoke, laid by the trees A zephyr blew; a cooling breeze. The night was fair, but cruelly long. By break of dawn, I was long gone. I dwelled on what I had seen A vision gifted in a dream The archetype was safe within The frame of a Noctulian
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 22, 2026