Sad Plight of Lucifer

Until the day breaks anew we toil In darkness, and look to the west Rebirth the morning star Rekindle the flickering light that brings The dawn, the sun of man returns Drawn into the ritual The invocation of the rites The sacrifice of innocence The sad plight of Lucifer Mankind oblivious To the origins of the race Making ridiculous Endlessly chasing the tail Behold the man that wields the knife Careful sharpened obsidian stone We shall appease the gods By this offering of blood and life The sun of man returns

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Destroy your servitude of king Whose seat is solace and high Whatever angers your spirit The cause we have shut our eyes The holy cause of liberty This was we cannot waiver The fight is ours to clash The chains have long been brash This calls for revolution This calls for war This call for armed struggle This calls for more This nonexistent path to peace As the world collides in conflict The children are off to trenches They shall not grow old But we shall remember them Battalions of the pale Unmarked by age they march With smothered dreams and timeless trails"

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Ascending the steps of the pharaoh Demanding him to free the slaves Refusal from the king of kings Who'd rather be in his grave The first plague the river of blood The act of the one true God Abolish the ruler of slaves Who'd rather be in his grave The second locusts will swarm With deadly roar the insects devour Everything from the crops to the granaries Of the One who'd rather be in his grave The third plague the wild ravaging beasts Chasing The innocent down Beckon the Pharaoh all to save Hed rather be in his grave Fourth is the One we fear the most The One all fathers and mothers will cause Firsts born son devoured by wakes of death From beyond the grave The fifth the hailstorm of ice and fire Extinguish all who is caught in the mire The grinding of flesh in the swallowing quake Sent for the ignorant heading for his grave 666 is the darkness The sun is rising in vain The pain unreal for the subjects Before long they long for their graves Seventh curse sent from the heavens The plague and the swollen lumps of infection

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

The hounds they're off their leash Scan the lands for your family Beg for mercy once in the chains No escape from this world of pain No relief on the slavetrade Across the sea where the money is made Beg to what ever god is yours No mercy is coming your life will fade You will be in slavery You will serve your masters call No escape from chains or whip Nothing at all, can save you now No release Forge the links to your own chain The length is the measure of freedom Sigh for the unborn on the barren main In bondage their life will be Far gazing eyes dream of home Thru the scars on your darkened dome Beg to whatever god is yours no mercy coming your life will fade A humming crisis from behind the barn that eve Spiritual song is their only reprieve Another lost child gone to the grave Hope for the future all will be saved

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

The pseudo monarchs they call for thee The truth and the power of the most high From adonai the agares I summon thee The power and the glory most endlessly Sunk into the sea of glass By the dreadful judgment of god By the locusts and the hail And the rivers of blood The lesser key of Solomon The invocation of the elder kings In the name of primometon The spirit chains shed thy wings Ars goetia unfornunate Unclean spirits arose The rites of the wicked curiosities Unload charms and witcheries

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

For those who stand convicted For those who slays For all victims of their crimes with time they'll pay For all the children of the lost forgotten sins For all the stones they cast Will burn their skins Burn their skins to a crust Artificial sun For those who tried in vain For those who died For all the soldiers in the trenches on the wrong side For all the children left at home without a father For the rows of crosses Whoever dies wins Artificial sun The fallout has begun It cannot be undone Artificial sun

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

As a magickal grimoire Clavicula solomos regis The form on the parchment of calfs skin Bids the spirits into human form And obedience The tau cross in centre Maltese crosses black Tetragrammaton the alpha in red I bid you come into human form Manifest my rule in this century Spit the name of the coming storm Expel the curse of the fallen son Walk alone on the path to salvation The past is better left behind Hearing the bitter cries of your creation With the knots of the sewn shut mouth and eyes

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

O thy great powerful and mighty Who holds the rule and power By the seal of your creation We rise this mighty machine Celestial arial terrestrial From stones and dust to rise From the four corners of the earth Erected, Resurrection machine Exalted in the of Khufu The jealousy of the fathers Depleted their memory Erasing them from history The space between the circles Where the serpent is coiled The hexagram of masters And the millions of slaves that served O thy small and insignificant Thy crown of skull and dust Seeking out infinity Remembered thruout history Preserved and entombed But crumbling when exhumed By the seal of your creation We break this mighty machine

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

All rise The court is in session On trial the destabilised rogue nation The people repressed Despised around the globe Confessed to a prophets lies the antichrist Will rise by religious oppression Stacked with faith and explosives The key to the gates of paradise Abscise The seat of the holy On trial the perverted souls of priests Thatt raped the stainless Baptised in blood and in semen Unsanctified by flesh that drips from the burning stakes in hell Black lust dark souls White slaves undressed for life The power of the conspiracy To clear the charges in court Of the guilty Blask oppressive souls Sanctified by billionaires Until they get suicided by their allies Of the black arts

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Travel backwards thru your life In this parallel dimension They grey ghost will greet you here They whisper farewells from beyond The final exhalation to upbear Awoken naked on the mountain What am l doing here how did I get here What in hell is going on The tentacles of madness The heaving mass slithering beyond The tentacles of madness Come to realise I am the lost son The letters from a ghost How the ancestors were baptised These black and white images Of the people with the carved out eyes Haunted by the memories of someone else That does not belong with us in time The chanting is mesmerising you They call you in your sleep and drain your life

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025