A Lip to Earth, a Lip to Heaven and a Tongue to the Stars
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In the midst of the land of his inheritance and the guards of the defense of the gods El’s beloved, the hero Dreadful tyrant of the underworld Gazing in the eyes of eternity for ages of blood and stones Reaping millions and millions Usurper of lives forevermore Come forth into the nothingness Conceal your burden inside my womb Like a plague I prevail A disarray incarnates With doctrine, creed and faith Embodiment of death and decay The winds are blowing hatred Vortex of wrath and despair Lord of lords, king of kings is vanished Mighty Baal shall be restrained By chains, by bane Blackening his clouds and rains Deformed, dethroned Dismantled, ripped and torn Engraved in stones, carved on tablets Long forgotten A lip to earth, a lip to heaven And a tongue to the stars.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
The pillars of creation; they live and die around me. I’ve felt the astral sting before, And its distorted dialogue Unfolds – earthly, before me. The pillars of creation; They live and die around me. The spell is born: a tainted cross Held high yonder hope In a room with candles two: One unlit, another damp – One dies away, The other swims in matter dark. Unfold, earthly, before me. Drink, my child, and take this orb, This chain and this mentality; A fate endowed forevermore; Upon ye, a changing malady. I abide.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Let the skies fall down on me Let the miracles fall down scorned I, the one, the fallen from grace The unholy sins of seeking the light I, the godless entity Of finding truth between the lies Carve my wisdom upon your sacredness Divine illusions obscure the lights I’m the knowledge Inside the hearts Of hypocrites Of all mankind The word of truth Of ancient ones Spoken out loud But you deny The silence was deafening Before you spoke my words. I gave the fruit that dressed your minds: The will, the choice, the endless light. You took my scythe and planted hate. With tooth and nail you took the land, And spread the seeds of ignorance, And burned the banners I bestowed. This swordless crusade, it crucifies the essence of illumination. This herald of divinity; it is as dead as me. The silence was deafening Before you spoke my words. Turn my ashes to a frozen stone And mourn me in the entrails of hell.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
I come in names aplenty I bide the sky and land. My rage transcends insanity With a fist or an open hand. The instruments of malice Fail not to surround me. I thirst and drink a chalice Encircling my enemies. All is ill all is cluttered. All is ill all is shattered. The choice is but a key To a life of pride and war. Grandeur of prosperity Is but the fruit of gore. The mountain and its blood Shall mark my name a God. Behold the lord of thunder Forger of the skies I the builder, lord divine. I the Lion, the slayer of Yamm I hang the heads of those Who shelter behind swords. I poke their eyes with burning bow Dismantle them in hoards. I’m bound to pry and fraud And vest myself a God. Their blindedness shall see the loss Once they’re hung upon the cross. All is ill, all is cluttered beneath my Will they will scatter. All is ill, all is shattered Don't look weak, don't look so muttered I the builder, lord divine Conjurer of storms, devourer of light.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
The sands of time have covered all the traces of gods and accolades The silence of eternity have spread its infidelity to march against the gods, bring chaos upon the worlds Witness the wrath of gods upon these tortured grounds, defy the laws and wreak havoc upon these wretched lands Deny the words of gods, absented minds and souls ignore the tales and plant your cancer in the holy lands We are the light that shines We are the ties that bind The gift that has been bestowed Our fate has been foretold We are the light that shines We are the ties that bind As we shall be divine Within the tombs of man Witness the wrath of gods upon these tortured grounds, defy the laws and wreak havoc upon these wretched lands Deny the words of gods, absented minds and souls ignore the tales and plant your cancer in the holy lands Take form, align, retrieve what once was lost Attack, destroy, defile the morbid ghosts Enraged, deranged, collective minds encaged Erased, embraced, forgotten wrinkled page
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Searching for the breadcrumbs down along the twining path, The scenes I’ve seen deformed my sullen mind. Standing at the arching edge of a sun that doth recline: Avowed to break the bones of the fallen Man. With an eye to the moon, And an eye to the land, And a will to steal the bolt of the horned crown; I tell the tale of Mot, the unbent eater of the lords, Though recalling relics lost and figures left-off scraps, The olden story had its twists and turns. It’s said with utmost certainty that he then poked his way To triumph out the entrails of the beast. With a tooth to the sky, And a tooth to the sea, And a hand to smite his glorious majesty, He took the mount, And took the crescent Back from the tyrant’s grasp. Agape, the faltered gates of hell Were sealed at his command. The seas red, med and dead did flow to praise his name; His anvil’s roar and the discourse of mankind's downfall.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
This dismal destiny devours The dread of dawn; At which His entity arrives To reap what they had sown. The sea is all around us, The desert gape in vain, They cry for the wrong name; They’re burdened with His shame. The gates no longer hold His orb and spear. The crashing grains against the land, The earth dressed in grey, The thunder in the sky – They scorn the burning temple Of he who raped their minds. The truer Baal shall bask the earth, And shun the lies in you. Those pools of blood shall see the birth Of His light all anew. Hail Lord of Storms This dismal destiny devours The dread of dawn; At which His entity arrives To reap what they had sown. The sea is all around us, The desert gape in vain, They cry for the wrong name; They’re burdened with His shame.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025