Cease to Live

Supreme sacrificial cultus From olden times The higher knowing The higher will Highest offering of human blood Highest readiness Who knows to sacrifice Knows to speak to the great depth Knows the breath of immortality The blood eagle soars to the spheres Beyond the trampled paths Astral worlds open their doors To a dimension of our origin While the darkness from the past Crawls back into this realm We greet the ancient forces Named demons of today With blood given The energies increase to high amount Channel it to earn wisdom Erase the lack of understanding Fly with the blood eagle Throught cruelty to illumination...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

A bleak sun enlightens me Suicidal illumination Bridges cross rivers veiled by a fog That hides the vermin With the human face The grey days pass by As I cross the river Near the place I lived Once more And it seems the concept of time Is replaced by the knowledge That death is the law Is justice and consolation And the life is just ending every day I am a man on a mission The pale rider's just a shadow of mine On thousand ways left life behind One destination to reach In blackened embrace I had to find One truth to preach: "Kill yourself And kill your next!!! The ones you love, the ones you hate! If you ever had a clue of what life should be This is your one and only pledge!"

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

A final wish a final cut, clear and with demonic precision Diffuse instincts of self preservation Replaced and dazed by the rush of sorrows Concise ending, interruption of life Time by time lost the will to breath And in this moments there's just one thought How to cease it all without leaving One goddamn piece of dirt No soft erasure but hard tremendous gap Where once was something great A heavy vast of emptiness At the place where I once dwelled As I rest in the Shades beyond life As I have found peace of mind Your dirty world is just a bit poorer As the illusion of hope is fading away

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

A symptom of pure evil Black as thy nightly shades And as pale as the jaws Of thy beasts of prey The contract of darkness Is signed under force I herald your name As you ride with the storms Lord of the shadows I prepare your coming To the realm of the weak With cold spell you're roaming Feared and hated With you I became With my breath I spread You're burning black Flame!!! Make no differences between wrong or right Give no damn for sense or reasons Oh Master, you're the only truth that's sure For you are the end of all of life's treason Death bless you all feeble humans He's the only honour That existence will grant you, scum!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

...The spirit is willing The flesh is so weak But the spirit is lying And Life's somehow more Than just a dream About dancing along the borderline Between the Promised Land And hell's damnation...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Under the surface Of this artificial blood feast There are boundaries of evil With roots into infinity Chaos dwells beyond the rites Of profane misanthropy Not measurable by your science Not visible with eyes The higher birth of the damned The heritage of demons The unholy Cult The Weapons of the devil Who is Our Lord Religious and spiritual Warfare War just for the reason of War! Our Heresy Our Blasphemy Our Way to transcendence Fanatic and blessed by hell Among the living dead We exist to premote extinction Just for the cause of destruction We obey the curse of life Bound by Hate and Cynic Emotions We are brothers in life We are children of death

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I am... Thinking of one moment in time, When I felt myself as a part Of something more than a lie The tomorrow's goldbrick, The vertigo of man: How to live tomorrow When you're already dead today? My hope is fading in the sunset of man Another field trial is coming to the end My wings were broken and crippled since then When I and my fellows fell down from the sky And died... We are dead angels, lost and forgotten Without holy guidance Or hope for salvation Already dead but forced into life Blessed by nothing but infinite strife The day will come to return to heaven To conquer divine ground When the pentagram blazes up in the sky We will remember how to fly The revenge of angels already dead!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025