Extreme Bizarre Seduction

Raised from the tomb of the sun Where the pure is primitive As primitive as Saturnus and Cronos She is the stars' veil Created in the Horus-Aeon Inside the rain of opium And distilled from the celestial nectar She's young and woman In your forms The nymph's seduction Death and life, I want you, Babylon's whore Princess of ecstasy Child of vulgarity Goddess of innocence Daughter of desire Mother of illusion She lives in an incestuous romance Beautiful symphony of the cursed Your sanctuary are the woods Flying in the universe of delirium Muse of profane poets Your dogma and law are the sin In your lips: the black magiks In your spirit: the spell of Caim Eyes of tantric nature As inspiring as the hills of Kanchenjunga, Explicit female desire Dawn of the unmistakable blood

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

In the eternal land, In the sadness land, In the sado-land, In the lesbians' land, In the suicidals' land, In the sepulchral land Just see immortal angels in majestic flights And the swords be torn in the air, See hideous nereids be raised of the sea's foams, Hear the dramatic, distant and taciturn howls of the wolves See Medusa smiling in front of petrified foolish men, Hear trembling and moribund voices And the wisdom of the ancient messages It's the divine unconsciousness Listening sepulchral whispers... ...Of a deep melancholy's state Feel the coldness of the serenity, Feel the winds crossing your soul And the sweet smell of wines perfumed in the taverns In a poetic suicide in the name of Loucyfer, From the gates of Langsuyar, the death is the war The death is the war

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Living in the shadows Orphan of the wisdom Poor penitent Under the night of prostitutions In your cross: eternal sado/funny The cry of the false monarch Flowers to the lovers Whore saint A fervent virgin Addicted by the sexual kiss The sweet wine In my sword The bastard dead Satisfied God? Strange creature Mad poet Violator of the sense He's weak, totally weak!!!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Grief... ...It's our splendor. An archaic tragedy of Our erotic dark desires, I'm insane, totally insane Nobody in the funeral, Nobody cries to the solitary coffin This lies under the candle's flame, The flame dance as a sinuous and seductive body of A viper woman There are not flowers in the sad grave, There's a sweet and empty forgetfulness sensation, The blood is the essence of the life, An endless anxiety, without course, But there are still statues in marble of forlorn angels They console the fertility of your bosoms, They'll give as gift a black rose for you But also there is not black flower, Just a thorn of a cursed rose Pricked in your angelical finger And beautiful, the blood will drain And my tortuous and serpentine tongue will dry this red tear, When my chains involve you, When your long and gold hair interlace With strange force in my hands, My journey will be long, but my time infinite The angels aren't immortal.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Serene is my Psychopatia Sexualis, I rape the nymphs Immolating their innocence Send me the Hell and Paradise I kiss the horrible "In the hell of the hallucinated vision I saw mountains of blood Filling the highway, I saw the red innards for the ground" Gothic life, Neo-Vampiric Society, The future of necrosadophilia, Nostalgia of Sodom We are the children of Caligula, Total vulgar erotasia, We are feeling the fragrance of the hate, You cannot dream, impure depraved!!! Into the scenery of Shamballah, I'm the seventh son Of the Sun and Empusa, Lover of the thirteenth candle.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

The moon wax in the horizon, From the space cosmic the mist of the nightfall, A sorcerer of carnal ferocity and the sadism wild Your spirit possesses the eternal blaze in an cascade of impurity, Beyond the eyes arise at a forest a dark temple of shadows Master of the power sinister of the alchemy singed at a chapel, In the days of all sancts a chant Under the sexual inferno in your lasr circle A black serenity and a diabolical hate run in your veins A sorcerer devotee of the damned and the guardian of the lights of cruelty During eight years, thousands of sancts and children are violated Before the supremacy and fidelity to Baphomet, The carnal pleasure is awake for the poetic feeling, Holy inquisitors - eternal silence Gilles de Rais, into the flame of the malice, Gilles de Rais, into the malicious dream Gilles de Rais, rise! Gillesde Rais, rise! Gilles de Rais.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Minha lápide fúnebre Bela criança desnuda Um semblante sacro Teu véu carnal oculta a besta Ser tão censurável Quanto o clímax da Santa-Madre Serenata ou grito agônico Doce ou leal demonolatria Filha: abrace e beije o morto Pois tuas vítimas clamam pela orgia Necronomicom em diário Caprichosa alma tenebre Luciféria em ardor letal Tua lápide é nossa semente Oh, Santa Cadela/bestificada noviça Karma de Deus/musa bizarra Sacia tua fome eclesiástica Destrincha o inocente infante Suga teu semítico néctar Beldade rubra do sol, súcubo da lua Obscena a humanidade cega

Take your wife and daughters, Then you will be banished to the Kingdom of Tshatogua, So will fall rains of sulfur that will wash Sodom And two archangels fall from the heaven: The Ecstasy and the Incest, In your home the damned old master impaler Afterwards, he will burn and will sell your skins Are the archangels made of flesh? Are the ruins made to the eternity? Is the statue of salt sweet as honey? Madelaine in the paradise of my pleasure It's cold as the death Transcendental intense ardor She has the equilibrium of the insanity In your mansion rise the Armmagedom In the sacred hill the blessed orgies and psychotropic teas in consumption, Impure nights, The old master fuck the wife Madelaine and your daughters, Mediocre's children Blind divine archangels, They're violated In the sacred mixture of semen and sulphur, Sacred existence destroyed, Andromeda in cancer Toy of the pure eclipse Humans destroyed, archangels destroyed.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Total disgrace In my demoniac entrails Apocalyptic dawn Of the cosmos that falls in me Misanthropic desires bleeding Signs from the light Sick body, diseased soul, The demon's mark in my skin, Cult me!!! Total hate In my diabolical thoughts Plagues are kissing me forever The black waters that run in my veins I am a temple of gothic emotions, Violence, suffering and sadism!!! I'm the plagues, I'm the black waters, I'm the violence, I'm the suffering, I'm the sadism, I'm. I'm the Seven Legions, I'm the Seven Demons Hail Satan!!

In the eternal land, In the sadness land, In the sado-land, In the lesbians' land, In the suicidals' land, In the sepulchral land Just see immortal angels in majestic flights And the swords be torn in the air, See hideous nereids be raised of the sea's foams, Hear the dramatic, distant and taciturn howls of the wolves See Medusa smiling in front of petrified foolish men, Hear trembling and moribund voices And the wisdom of the ancient messages It's the divine unconsciousness Listening sepulchral whispers... ...Of a deep melancholy's state Feel the coldness of the serenity, Feel the winds crossing your soul And the sweet smell of wines perfumed in the taverns In a poetic suicide in the name of Loucyfer, From the gates of Langsuyar, the death is the war The death is the war

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Grief... ...It's our splendor. An archaic tragedy of Our erotic dark desires, I'm insane, totally insane Nobody in the funeral, Nobody cries to the solitary coffin This lies under the candle's flame, The flame dance as a sinuous and seductive body of A viper woman There are not flowers in the sad grave, There's a sweet and empty forgetfulness sensation, The blood is the essence of the life, An endless anxiety, without course, But there are still statues in marble of forlorn angels They console the fertility of your bosoms, They'll give as gift a black rose for you But also there is not black flower, Just a thorn of a cursed rose Pricked in your angelical finger And beautiful, the blood will drain And my tortuous and serpentine tongue will dry this red tear, When my chains involve you, When your long and gold hair interlace With strange force in my hands, My journey will be long, but my time infinite The angels aren't immortal.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

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