Kozeljnik
Album • 2008
Oh yes fathers, I've followed the Beast for He's my beautiful, primal Bloodking You deny and call Him odious, you deny His strength, but time couldn't kill His shadow fades... I die in his sleep Deathdrops cover his sigh... I die in his sleep... and with the stonecold sickness.. He took me Darkest spheres have welcomed me, the blessed, truly given path Come forth, lurkers of the sacred, is your will indeed so strong? (Oh yes, I've followed my Beast...) Please me, a knife to my chest, I want my body filled with holes Oh, I want your lips, after you hang me on the rope ...breed in me I've overdosed myself with this pain and eternity will not decline it... Grant me thy hand... burn within me I seek for Thee, deep down to internal hellgleams, for eternal enlightened Dead... spiritualized in the Devil's icon
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Despise unloving will divine, Gave no light, but the freezing one shouting in despair.. ...and shadowed the moon, Gave all the strength to - kill life and kill life! Formed was I, with dirtlust Hard-pierced murder in the heart.... Given birth from the devilish flesh. the purest womb... I am the Deathstar signed within names I am He, you obey to Dying through the will of Kosmos - take this Storm with you! Ageless... Fire holds the Wind you breed Bleed once more... Rest with the scars, Kaos needs you! Fire I am, fire you breed - take this Ageless with you....
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
In these deserted scarfields beneath the poisoned flourishing wisdom Within thorns that joyfully spill the dirty blood, day by day... Rain drops still tear the filth from my skin, below the fallen body, ground opens and welcomes.... I wish I was gone decades ago.. This, now the focus of my delights, skies from deep under, darkworld closing in.. Oh, these are the vast deathyards I step onto As seen through the hole, before the birthtime, as now shown.. they come to me, again... I am elsewhere, here and forever! This is hell... melody of the inside, night of lights in mind, it breeds... the hell I know.. !Y(K)OUR(I)SEL(LL)F!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
I shall have written to you of the black, ere chants of pain with cries of woe are twined Foreboding ill in sullen bitterness, in Death's dour hand will I have written then How words may smite when thoughts all bite amain, the sore body made more akin to corpse With loathsome stench amidst unlatched decay a prayer austere will I have woven then What long has lacked the strength of voice now rears, in spelling out makes secret poison stir A deathly strain, in coarse rags through it slumber, bedecked with loam, grim fate metes out afresh So fierce a Beast the cry appears anon, with wings outspread frail hope is wont to batter It may so be the tomb is far too precious: invitingly, its charms their hold bid tighten... In silence stern will I have penned it then, a brooding prayer composed of sacred woe Ere soul is risen to the folds of black and on my doorstep death vouchsafes to tread I will have written to you of the black, surreptitiously, nay, maliciously...
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
"In depths of the deceased man's dream, dare to feel this Nothing which fills ye all?" Light! ...cannot you follow these steps I take, sense these, the dreams I dwell in? The sounds you hear, moaning beats of crying heart, far from here... this I call my body.. where they put me... I lay frozen beneath the time present And short glaze of light tends to scratch my Name from the stone... old memory, old wound.. And silence awaits, but none has come, none will ever come.... Night, this distant beauty, declares: "I forbid thy Will of one, I forbid thy all..." Emerge dust! Emerge dust!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Slumbering in swamps drowned my purest power for centuries to see a dawn to come I watch it every step it takes as it grabs mu thorned soul coiled in black ulcers wounded to feel the pain in joy Wounded to stand the suffering and see them be condemned for ever Hurt to grow black scars to show them all our might see them come in bloody streams formed by living satanic dreams The sound of humans poundering heart that stole so many precious moments is stabbed to silence, and turned to wonder For us, sounds of lovely pain. A touch of death stains their souls Above where angles dwelled Above all might defenced of life and whom in every man shall be remembered Buried in a bloodred doom No end shall find a key to set them free and relieve their burdens Nothing is to be forgiven
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
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