Otherworldly Agency
Apparition screaming As flesh rots away Haunted calls of despair Cry out from the grave Final gasp Of final disposition Cadaveric calls echo back to life Morbid task Ghastly transmission Spectral vision shrouded in the night Final gasp Of final disposition Cadaveric calls echo back to life Morbid task Ghastly transmission Spectral vision shrouded in the night Split between two worlds Unconscious yet awake Remnants of carnality destroyed Pale glowing specter Striped of earthly flesh Cries fading out into the void
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Seeking the voice of the grave Sinking into an altered state Holy drug to ingest Communion with those now laid to rest Bones and smoke intertwine Otherworldly agency divine Writhe and dance Convulse in necromance Vision from beyond takes hold Murmurs echo stiff and cold Holy drug to ingest Communion with those now laid to rest Bones and smoke intertwine Otherworldly agency divine Writhe and dance Convulse in necromance Writhe and dance Convulse in necromance Summoned to see All things to be Smoke the revelations Pour out the libations In throes of ecstasy Through the eyes of the dead You shall see
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
The witches brew a pot of hate With lizard, bat and man With a smile they laugh their spells And stir with wretched hand Calling demons Baphomet and Mephistopheles The tattered figures cackle As their mortal victims bleed Don't burn the witch The ways of Hell aren't wrong Don't burn the witch Let them brew their song The witches of the blackened arts Are cunning, cruel and mean Persecuted by religion god the man unseen Bestial malevolence Is chartered in their bones Leave the unreal house of God Burn in hell at home Don't burn the witch The ways of Hell aren't wrong Don't burn the witch Let them brew their song Eye of lizard, wing of bat testicle of man Tongue of eagle, brain of rat Jesus Christ's left hand The witches make the voodoo doll A toy taboo in heaven They dance around the pentagram In search of rape by Satan Leave the hearts and blood of men In cauldrons laced in sin Add the arsenic hemlock pus Triumph takes the wings Don't burn the witch The ways of Hell aren't wrong Don't burn the witch Let them brew their song
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026