Below

"From the vaults and through the rites To descend into the light" A procession drags forth with the strength of six Escorting a coffin down to its abyss By evenfall, the sound that silence yields An autumnal necrology faintly whispered by funereal draughts Blessings, priests and prayers Nothing more than just pleasantries for living Beyond death we thrust, onwards... ...To the only lord, the pantheon face Whose lust and grace only dead may portray Rise... from the vestibules of nothingness Rise... past where mortal eyes see only death For when the blood and body sleep... Dawns the hour of the true awakening When the astral urge defeats the oaken embrace of the coffin "From the vaults and through the rites To descend into the light of which is unborn Yet which shall be born again" Rise to descend... Through absence of time and space Where darkness prevails - world without end Rise to descend from the dominance of kings The lies of your heart and the power of your limbs Rites of descent... Rise, rise... As your blood dreams Oh, the luminance revealed by the blackest deep "All I own, all my soul To the only lord; my path winds below"

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

"A question unto thee: what suffering made you linger?" You show me Italy in late sixties, winter's time Catholic belief still struck so deep in your fingers The priests flogged and conveyed against their thighs, moaning... Should you attempt to shun and avoid the light, sadism stormed in Abused, and dry you bled, your dreams in death stayed spawning Wrath upon the Lord: the son and ghost your lust sees bleed "Befoul the sabbath of light!" Force them brightness the way you were forced Force them the visions you suffered in death; the timelessness since Expel their god out from your flesh for demons to witness how The revenant prays at his church Sleepless one... Your corpse will house your wandering spirit When the moon... Is waning gibbous, your remnant's they shall dig: Sunday dawn... A foul wind will clatter The bones lay hidden within the church soil Evil spirits turned away for centuries shall again be embraced To host the cellars, crawl the estates Join the risen for a sabbath of underworld "Something's rotten..." the parish may say: A morbid stench... The draught from cellars swiftly conveys 'cross the halls... The light in the tunnel of darkness shall shed To divulge the dead spread out at sacrament ...Befoul the sabbath Falls a sea of light This space and time Absorbed by the laws of the other side; Commence the christenings to the coven of revenant The wafer and the wine, feces divine, poison healing Reversed christenings - atone the sins by dying Confessions of the flesh, intestines and fresh blood Take one last goodly grasp through the icon glass – The light will take you to god Sheep of god... The light will take you Sheep of god... The light will take you Where you're dreaming yet your soul's awake For endless nightmares to feed Yearning, grief, hatred, true inner darkness Shall be yours eternally May your flesh, mind and soul linger for eternities "Befoul the sabbath of light!"

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Unholy deeds performed in secrecy Lay haunting the eve like the reminiscence of the late And when the clouds meander and take forms unlike seen Something stirs in the ether, a presence... Entrenching Soar... Through the abyss, whence the concealed wisdoms are welling forth Like souls dwelt in malice lay hungry for my stifled thoughts The visions in the shadows, in the darkest recess of the mind Which crawl yet to shatter what I once defined as my one true life Behold... Apparitions, unimaginable dreams of space From a closed division of my psyche something escalates: Revelations... From beyond; reborn in gnosis of starlight And the more I know, the more my bonds to this world dissolve The order in which stars align, clarified Archaic times and nameless rites I have come to remember; Taken by a presence old and repugnant Torn out from where my roots lie And my mind altered by alchemy beyond all that is human: "Solve et coagula!" Dissolve to evolve Feels like I am crawling with serpent-forms, feelers, tongues; This hour one with forgotten ages Entrenched in abhorrence you dare not to believe Impregnated by a seed of higher planes Presences spawning in my soul: Now I have seen all in a larger scale Larger than my mind could hold How deep in depths must I linger on? How far in merciless, cold space Until man I am no more? When the dawn breaks, and the hoar falls to dew And with the dew leaves my presence, into death's silver hue How the clouds meander and take forms unlike seen The last pale remainder of what ever lingers of me The order in which stars align...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

have lain growing my force for one last search Come one with inner demons, given death birth And my back I shan’t turn Thrust beyond and make return Manifesting his aura… Gliding this cortex I see the dream I choose My body a mere vessel carrying you through A clear foresight of a plague and a cure A glimpse of true light reflecting from the impure Ave Satan, my lantern in the dark Through this offer, may our views become one The unlight meditation shall bear its fruit Preparing soulless coffins to unfold their truth Weltering in putrefaction the faceless come born Devouring nightmares bred deep into your souls A glimpse of true light, the knives of my mind With violence I strike, standing tall in your blood Hear the bells of your doom declare my tide For an hour of bright calamity This is the wake of the black seed The foul incubation complete The release of the fume of the coffins The release of the faceless of the deep The gods which dwell within my church The chaos in order emerged Ave Satan...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

I am not citing my dreams, and I am not accustomed to lie; These visions of past nights in flesh epitomised In flesh yet not mortal, divine yet beyond grace; Oh, these visions of horror shan't be bestowed a face If only I could make return from where my journals trespassed the line Where shadows turn tangible, and might just slip inside The most desolate of prophecies, spewn out from my own quill Now this sheet a crossing where my poor mind and the unseen ones would meet Spectres of humanity, disincarnate... Remnants of my sanity scattered on membranous wings "From behind the curtain something has indeed entered My nightmares mixed into my wake like some fluid In my room, something constantly watching, unseen but certain I can tell you, from the chill that went down my spine Something's there... Should I be able to break free from these chambers I could never break free of these demonic memoirs And eventually my soul, my spirit and my love They would eviscerate" I am not citing my dreams, I can only spare you the truth And advise you avoid me and the demons in my room

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Hark! The storms' aeon-old chant in countless tongues summoned... Long... Have the vials lain dusting in thirst The blood they crave must flow... In this foul service in which to chant and kiss the goat For tonight the moon shall be in place, the vials brimmed with crimson fluids For tonight belongs to witches and incantations from the ruins By the meadow, oldest stones give radiance From a circle of black candles' gleam And in the circle swells a sea of voices Deathlike waves rising in consecration ...For the ones who roam endlessly ...For virgin blood to run free The glimmer of a curved dagger in for a kill Flashing at the virgin's face - in her eyes, death Hear... The liturgies now said Sealed and sanctified with death The chant becomes wilder, in heat they revel Ecstasy and lust burning for a spell The dagger raised skyward for a frenzied strike The maiden fair and pure stabbed like lowly swine Bleeding dry into vials Disemboweled... A death devout... And by dawn all marks lay gone But the winds bear in mind their songs In the gleam of fire that from the ruins stems forth In the otherworldly colour of their songs From the ruins blood has flown; Their offal lay carried on ...In regions beyond life Beyond death and mortal grasp Beyond future and past "From the ruins we call to thee!"

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025