Holy Virgin
My soul travels in the wind of hell Controlled only by its ghastly breath Each move, each thought Belongs to a corrupted pattern A spiral reaching towards my death The taste of the tumour-filled cunt of suffering Tempts me like if I was dead Endlessly searching for proof that I was living Letting those metaphors piercing through my head My eyes are horns From despair they grow and blinds my sight My eyes are thorns Crowning the fallen messiah of light And they are inverted crystallized damnation Under the face of God they are dreaming, laid to waste But at night they are the owl Demonwings in endless search for prey And as I hunt for that whore of self-destruction The wind of hell carries my soul For my eyes are horns, the unholy spirals And under that genius madness I am controlled Demonseed it lives through me A screaming, violent, bloodstained need Fulfilled though venom and though steel How can an illusion be more than real?!
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 21, 2026
I lie buried in a dark forgotten tomb Restless nightmare endlessly haunting my sleep In my skin three eyes are carved Starring in silence from inside deep Into the crypt of desolation And far beneath the stairs of life Trapped in a casket of poisoning air Formed as a piercing, redeeming knife But blessed be thy holy cancer That stalks this worthless void And infected in the water of life For all to us to drink For all to us to serve To breathe the air of a spiritual night It flows thick like misty darkness Through the golden streams of paradise Black drops falling upon my bleak skin Oh what a sight for those eyes! I lie buried in a dark forgotten grave Created by life-giving human blood So let my grave be overflown By the funeral poison of MY GOD! So blessed by the holy cancer That stalks this worthless void And infected in the water of life For all to us to drink For all to us to serve To open this coffin And see thy light!
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 21, 2026
I am led by the ages of a serpent Charging my sight in the most distant distance Guiding my steps in the nearest near Binding the will... Who gave the snake its terrifying beauty? The temptation of the abyss The sweetness of death Who gave horror the greatest of passions? That calls like a darker bliss There, beyond. At the ever flowing streams (Where salvation is fire And darkness can be eternal) I meet the perditor in his true form You are God's shadow, evil one Jah's nocturnal brother
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 21, 2026
Open the cunt of desecrated life Feel its horror within A chalice filled with blood from the mother of Christ Drink and feel the foul taste of sin For the purest white has turned into pitch black night By a servant's offering! The coldness of a razor and The warmth of the flame of hell Circle of purest dark Has opened a gate to a rotten virgin's grave Compelled by the Devil's mark Behold the living corpse defiled Lies breathing in the altar of death Screaming in pain As the blade undress Her body from its flesh For this blissful sight Of darkest might And the sound of her last breath A vision of darkness for Satan's glory And in emptiness praying For her divine pain A sign carved into my skin Has opened a tomb of unspeakable shame The coldness of a razor and The warmth of the flame of hell A circle of purest dark Has opened a gate To a rotten holy virgin's grave Enslaved to the Devil's mark
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 21, 2026