Disintegration: Psalms of Veneration for the Nefarious Elite
O’ toxiferous iconoclast What an honour it is to be cast Into thy scaly pit of purging For this sacred site is forever haunted By the spirit of squandered seed Yes! This is the plane of ultimate paradox How can something so sweet taste so bitter? "Why don't you ask them for yourself?" -He whispered From a removed perspective the deed was observed and it was clear The nature of the bitterness was exuded from serpentine fangs As a result of copulation with mortal flеsh And thus is the nature of the spirit of squandеred seed And how sweet it tastes! The clay husk was punished until it bled bile, bone marrow, and spinal fluid The vile liquid seeped down through the cracks of the world To rot away deep inside The eyes were plucked from its skull by the beasts of dispersion Whereupon they were together placed at the zenith of the world One gazing down with contempt The other facing skyward in wonder, despite being blinded by the sun And it was done The spirit of 1+6 and the spirit of 13 Were once again liberated
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
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Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 05, 2026
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Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 05, 2026
From her mandorla flows a river A river of blood of every aborted or stillborn child The babes climb the umbilical tether, the maternal noose We are the babes, and her arms are the branches And the branches are thorned, and her flower is crimson and darkness adorned Her fingers are barbed, and point to the rose Directed at the source of where thosе babes blood flows Sterile lust Prеvailing rust Sinister thrust Phallus crushed But I am erect , and you're so ready With your innards so writhing and coiled ‘bout my belly So carry me up to your gaping maw, O' scarlet woman, O’ crimson whore For yours is the womb of nothingness, and my self lies upon the precipice Of the great and manifold black abyss You fucking cunt, I would bathe in seas of your piss So relinquish a fragment of your might And propel that anguish into this plight For too long have I languished in this shite And have yearned for the nectar of your kiss But I am erect , and you're so ready With your innards so writhing and coiled ‘bout my belly So carry me up to your gaping maw, O' scarlet woman, O’ crimson whore Qliphotic Queen of the deep Enrich me with your power and your knowledge to eat the fruit Stemming from the abyss, that opens the eye With outstretched arms I'm begging to die Kill me, destroy this illusion, let its blood run dry Erase any fragments that cling on to the "I" Make dumb God’s messengers that came from the sky Incinerate the corpses of the glorified lie O’ glory, glory most high From an inverted perspective, in her name I shall cry 0' glory, glory most high! A step towards liberation under her watchful eye In our Queen's name I cry
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Necrotic miasma unfurls, swirling out of the barren earth That sweet aroma that intoxicates our eternal father's initiates Death, death, O' lord of death Release us from these shackles of bone and flesh Frater cida, pneuma supreme, great killer of the blind and deaf hylic dreamer For he by his nature is unique First adversary of the earth, first who snatches life at will First quencher of the thirst of the earth The first of the bloodline of fire and of death and dissent From above and below the place of the skull Of lead and copper and of Nekh O' Sheth Of seven, thirteen and one hundred and eighty two The first murdered lies within the primordial grave Plunge the opfer down into the ground For the pit thirsts for the ruby elixir The fanged chasm grinds in mad anticipation Sink the seed of death deep beneath the earth Grow the poison Feed the flames Strangle the psyche of earthly mundanes Bury the body Ignite the soul Snuff out the blind, three-dimensional goal End the worthless Punish the weak A conquest so crushing dead prophets shall speak Heap the riches Harvest the goal Inherit the earth, transformation unfolds Sepelire Vita For we walk the Earth, to cut the ties, and end the cycle of time Die Sepelire Vita
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Great spirit of fortitude A soul unbound by the laws of limitation Transgression of imposed stagnation Contempt for the confined code of matter To perceive the magnitude of the endeavour of our blood Is to die by the blade of our reddened hand - seventy-seven fold An unstoppable focused torrent Of demonic will-power The atoms dance for you To the beat of your hammer And they shall sing to tune Of your furnace Tubal cain Witch of the forgе Nekh o’ sheth Tools of death Cuprum Vеnusian copper Plumbum Saturnian lead Tubal cain Witch of the forgo Nekh o’ sheth Alloys of destruction Cuprum The sickle of the craft Plumbum Bursting through flesh Yield unto me, yield unto me Fucking cosmic laws of rigidity With our tools as the sceptre I command thee To transmute within the burning pit - The devil's howling furnace Cold forging mastery and transforming worlds Devouring apathy, fox we are the scourge Muttering backward in serpentine tongues Enunciating spells of turbulence and violence Intonating mantras to put the apparatus in place With autocratic intent, immaculate and sharp And ready to penetrate deeply into the fabric of reality As a shower of arrows rain down from up high As a brother bears aloft his wand As the fates do cry By a titanic engraving of intent With a sword from the sun By marching with the legion of dissent My will Is Done
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
To wander the earth in exile To exist beyond the seen To carry the blessing and the curse And the scythe to kill this dream We bear the mark of the first born Father of adversarial form Race of Cain storm the sky and cast god down to earth I am the fire I am the divine I am the power The wisdom before time O’ Qayin Corronatus Rex Mortis Open up the gates of hell! Behold now as the divine flame Overwhelms rotten, clay-born frame O' fire-crowned path opened Abel’s Blood the gateway to this plane We are the shadowy horns We are the lurkers in god deformed We are the killers of man Opposer of YAHWEH in all his forms We are the letters of blood We who exist within, without Beyond this prison of flesh An one by one your lives are threshed OTH!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
As the images fade to abstraction As the light becomes obscene Lilith has opened the gate to the end as it is the means With the power, the primal force She guards the path to deification And the wrath the smite the blind and The weak who lack dedication Through the earth to the underworld, I have passed down into her womb Initiation of spiritual death and rebirth I am lowered into my tomb The sеrpent power now flowing red, my first stеp on the path of the night The first step to becoming free and truly knowing supreme might Dark dreaming in shadows In the shadow of anima mundi Awakened by Lilith, initiated and showered in ruby! Uncensored perversion Deformed manifestations of incubus, succubus Vampyric entities at subsistence Hod reversed, mundane inversion Right and wrong, law insurgence Drinketh the poison of God As I transform what was Hod Purity, individuality Come to me, for I wish to be free Put together, despite a lack of unity For he has granted me a perfect feather The joining of separation The Raven’s flight shows no sign of desperation The end is nigh The end is nigh! But m will is focused, and my spirit unbreakable In this plane of locusts As I am now death Kneel before the black sun And behold the forbidden LUX LUCIS Solipsist revelation For I am the BEAST And the dragon force is awakened And the power of chaos known As the pillars of empyrean quake So the colossal serpents of blackness make their presence known Rising up the spine, strengthening in me the flame that is divine The power before time The power that's always been mine In the fractured shell In the place where all severity dwells In this fiery hell 0' how I love how fucking far I fell Naked Stripped of any ego, all illusion Untainted Filled with great, transcendent, black devotion Thanatos Merges and transforms into Eros Astaroth Reveal any secrets that lies before me Traversing of Masak Mavdil Stripped and polished my black soul is Abaddon and Choronzon Will take my old self's corpse and absorb it The lead weight no longer needed The necessity to remove it If it remained I would drown here Infernal crown then never reached Reborn in the blackest darkness Feeling through the timeless passageways Lucifuge Rofocal guides me And leads me through this infernal maze Tehom's great eye now wide open HO DRAKON HO MEGAS Echoed secrets now decoded Cracked Every lock has now been broken Shattered, removed, turned into nothingness The rays shimmering, bright and brilliant As spirit goes forth focused and militant The axis broken, the world collapses The Lord of Lords feeds upon the ashes Raising of the wand brings reaction Following the sign Summoning the will to act Subtle hints of the divine Before the shadow of Kether The twin Gods of rebellion wait Behold I creator As I fulfill the end of all eternity Or the start of my quest The opening of sunya To be within the void With the eye of Lucifer I’m free! Hail Moloch! Through the black hole Dividing and hacking away Any fragments of what was Tearing open to be free Discarding Forgetting Erasing all history Severed from sephiroth To be for eternity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
PAN The circle is broken PAN And the fissure is thee PAN For you have awoken PAN Set sail towards me! Come to me, come to me, PAN TO PAN Rex Satyros Ride the roaring waves of Thanatos and Eros For I am a thousand outstretched arms Driven by a haunting, fading, thousand-times dreamed dream And my arms span the great and black sea of all possibility From gap to gap to gap Not one single finger is wetted by the sea For the sea is my blood And contained within my blood is A reflection of the victory and strife of a soul yearning for complеtion Come! Come! Come! Lord of thе broken halo Come! Come! Come! Father of the black sun Come! Come! Come! Like a burning tornado Come! Come! Come! As order undone And I will reach further and further, until further exists no more And when I have swept aside every last star And have inhaled entire galaxies I will then rupture the nature of nothingness itself Plunging my fist through the vitriolic non-fabric Of the one rule, deep into the vast and non-existent, manifold nothingness All this, all this, all this to exchange a glance To share a fleeting moment, to gaze into her being And for her to look back And into her being And back And forth, and back and forth For a brief moment before all constructs collapse Come! Come! Come! Lord of the broken halo Come! Come! Come! Father of the black sun Come! Come! Come! Like a burning tornado Come! Come! Come! As order undone We are the circle; cyclical extremes of the nature of duality itself Harmonised for but one moment Before the outstretched arms wither and collapse Still with a grip fastened on to that Cyclical circle of perfection, that I had For a brief interval been, the form I had existed as It has now cracked and broken at the very point where I united duality And I am plunging into the great sea of Kaos, yet neither rising nor falling The sea swallowed me whole, but the broken shape rises Up Up So definitely up Can you see a circle of fire with a fissure torn at the highest point? Do the bindings on your fingers cause you agony? Because they do, me. Yes indeed Yet I am burning slowly and proudly I am rising from the great, black sea Horns are rising
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026