Altars

Skłoń gałązki drzewo święte, Ulżyj członkom tak rozpiętym, Odmień teraz oną srogość, Którąś miało z przyrodzenia. Spuść lekuchno i cichuchno Ciało Króla niebieskiego.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Narcotic sweetness, The finest of them all. Lying in stillness, like glass eyed feeble doll. How do you like me now? Angelic in my skin? Following like a lamb, The purest gold on earth Erasing every stain. Exposing inner shame, Unholy kiss of death, Ancestral sin. Delicate surface, Upon my lover’s chest, Cathartic silence, I take you to my grave. How do you like me now? Angelic in my skin? Following like a lamb, The purest gold on earth Erasing every stain. Exposing inner shame, Unholy kiss of death, Ancestral sin. Following like a lamb, The purest gold on earth Erasing every stain. Exposing inner shame, Unholy kiss of death, Ancestral sin.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Split my brain and perforate the mind. Drill away to leave me pure and kind. Feed the brain, Feed the brain. Shape the clay of memories in time. Human flesh; so weak yet so sublime. Feed the brain! Watch Belial descending, descending. Watch Belial descending, descending. Neuro void, identity decay. Child reborn, shaking in dismay. Feed the brain! Feed the brain!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Seething allergy, Hunger inside me, Seems to desolate all humanity. Atrophy, malady Atrophy, malady No one’s gonna mend the ill. Climbing up Golgotha hill. Crawling out my ears, Sliding down my spine, So much senseless death In the name of what? Rusty fingernails, Dragging down the wall. Silent massacre In the name of what? No one’s gonna mend the ill. Climbing up Golgotha hill. Atrophy, malady Atrophy, malady No one’s gonna mend the ill. Climbing up Golgotha hill.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Darkness inside this prison Is taking my breath away. Shrinks never try to reason With voices inside my head. Burning my eyes with embers, Turning my skin to dust. Drawing blood from my vessels, Glorious essence of life. Leaving me cold and empty, Keeping me locked away. I used to be the master. Now I am just a slave. Oh, can you hear them calling? Oh, can’t you see it’s coming? Break the bread son of Seth, Feed the prey, bless profane. Enslaving all my senses. I’m catching a hateful stare. Everything’s blurred and hazy, I have become a prey. Covering me in slashes, Bruising my filthy hands. I’m taking back my freedom, I have become a god. Oh, can you hear them calling? Oh, can’t you see it’s coming? Break the bread son of Seth, Feed the prey, bless profane. (I’m not insane. I’ll break the chains.) And right in this moment I want to die. And right in this moment I need to die. And right in this moment you’ll see me die. And right in this moment you watch me die. Break the bread son of Seth, Feed the prey, bless profane. I’m not insane. I’ll break the chains. Another slave fading away.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

My blood flows in sobs, The way the fountain overflows. But there’s no wound, And he cries as it goes. It covers all living things And keeps them all well fed. It turns stone into flesh As it covers the world red. The dead lie laughing as I drink The needles in my happy eyes, Like sin in holy water fonts, I feel their tortured howling rise. My blood is my bones, The way a mountain’s overthrown, But there’s no wound, My own skin, not my bones. They dead they bow before they drink, The seed is sown before my eyes. Like sin in holy water font, My undead is a surprise. My blood is my bones, The way a mountain’s overthrown, But there’s no wound, My own skin, not my bones. Flooding lakes of blood is where all your sorrows sink. What haunts the heart brings my sacred blood For all the whores to drink. One crimson tide and scarlet wave offering short supply What haunts the heart boils the sacred blood, As I begin to drown. My blood flows in sobs, The way the mountain’s overthrown. But there’s no wound, And she cries as she goes. It covers all living things And keeps them all well fed, It turns stone into flesh As it covers the world red. The dead lie laughing as I sink, The seed is sown before my eyes. Like sin in holy water fonts, I feel their tortured howling rise. My blood is in my bones. The way the mountain’s overthrown. But there’s no wound. My own skin, not my bones. Ave! Ave! Ave! Ave!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

I saw endless crowds of people roaming senselessly Spreading the pervasive sickness of divine justice. I tasted the septic poison of fabricated truth Warping the sense of morality with oppression and greed. I heard the cries of prodigal sons returning home in vain, Forever lost but never found. I touched the void between the space and time, I walked the bridge between the darkness and the light, The alpha and omega. I shed my own skin to rid of the fear and loathing That I was feeding with from the day I was born. I rebuilt from the ashes and dust. I need no one to save me from the floods, No one to save me from the hunger and war, No one to save me from the burning pain of human existence. Nobody owns me, nobody commands me. I am my own prophet.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Dear Lord, can you hear my beating heart? Pounding inside my chest to be ripped apart. My swollen eyelids shut, mouth open wide. There’s just one final step. The noose tightens up. I only wanted to be someone else. I only wanted to be someone else. On the other side there is no sound. No one calls your name deep under ground. The colours fade away to bleach all the scars. Inhaling all my fears was never enough. Hands tied behind my back, limbs paralysed. Slowly escaping life, eternal demise. I only wanted to be someone else. I only wanted to be someone else. On the other side there is no sound. No one calls your name deep under ground. Heavy filthy mud filling my lungs, Brittle precious bones break and collapse. Close your eyes. You have never been alive. Close you eyes. There’s a devil on your side. Close your eyes. You have never been alive. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. On the other side there is no sound. No one calls your name deep under ground. Heavy filthy mud filling my lungs, Brittle precious bones break and collapse.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025