Black Metal Cult

Sodomize the agnus dei, alight the dark flame. Hail the prodigy child of doom, worship his words of spell. Speaking the verses of the devil, what did you expect. Poetry of the dark souls, follow me down to Hell. Black metal cult. Chanting of evil and hate, shadow of the black goat, Shrouded in mysteries before the underground fall. Internet ruined everything, abandoned to stupidity. Melancholic memory of the past, praising the black metal cult. Ruined... the evil vibe of the past. What killed the black metal cult. Grim...what is there at last from the old black metal cult. But behind the curtain,mask of desillusion falls. Miserable existences now lying underground. Misfortune as muse and bride hangs the rope that will take you. Kiss the last train to Hell or swallow the bullet of lead. Deeply scarred inside, they all wanted to embrace death. One by one they fell, often by their own hands. Somewhere on the white marble, life drips away as you hear these words. Ravishing crimson streams, rivers of your destiny. The price of blood that fed the Black metal cult.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

At the vast banquet of death, aborted heirs as only guests And some of my enemies hanging from a beam. Worms and flies around as a putrid offering. No monument erected for my glory or my memory But i know my hatred is deep towards you and your peers. I belong to the beyond and i scorn the mortals. They crawl in existence, like ants on their duty Blinded by vanity and so full of themselves. Bitterness took over, they forgot their dreams Deep into compliance, somewhere in oblivion. Oozing the slime of mediocrity, they are from a breed You never want to rub with. Stay away from me. Kill the humans. Kill, kill, kill, kill. Hominicide Wrapping their porous bones with mantels of proud lard. Submitted to propriety, ignorance as bible. Showing off leper skins, their game is seduction. Curved and bloated with bad oil, last stronghold of their pettiness. Faces melted by acid tears, like grotesque candles. Portaits of their deformed souls carved by misfortune. Deep inside, I hate them, I want to see them die. When sun dies, I go out, ready to tear the night. Battling hard, through the wind to find a victim Somewhere no one will see my demise and grief. In a flash of the blade, another puppet falls. Instant blood, pumping heart.I can quench my thirst. Stalking them, endlessly, under a blood red moon.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

In the bottom of my black heart, awake some ancestral internal wars. Conflicts of my bloody desires and my soul, this damned soul. My path is written on the marble of time. My tomb within these walls is already opened for tomorrow. I travel awake in dreams of Antarctic landscapes Where humans will never reach me, where silence will reign. Nothing alive grows here, a deathlike lunar surface Overhung by unstructured horizons that animate my nocturnal wanderings. Lungs filled with water, I foresee the beyond. Landscape of ice and death as a quiet frozen horizon. And then I'll fly over the seas of the ancient world that failed. They will obey my commands for I will be god of wrath and revenge. Wrapped dormant in a goat skin hide building the darkest castles in air, Into my permafrost tomb where I will wait for eternal eras. Thousands human life will fade while I'll travel in infinity. And when the bell of doomsday cease its wail, I'll be there, divine and unstained. Resurrected and horned with light to feed their hearts with passion. New civilisations will fall again praising the prophecy of their own end. They will obey my commands for my words will be the law.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

As I approach the site forgotten by men, the trees block my path. Their sharp branches scratch my livid skin. They are alive! The bats fly away as I pass, in a black and rumbling storm. Swarms of insects descend around me, nature here is deeply evil. In the night, under the rain. Magnetized. Mesmerized. I follow the trail indicated by jackals lining the path. The raptors of the night send me their croaking curse. To the sound of the wind, the entrance finally takes shape. I plunge into a narrow tunnel, the domain of the arachnids. In the night, under the rain. Magnetized. Mesmerized. Digging the unholy ground, smash the leaden stele of this mausoleum of doom. The Devil led me to this place, ancient and possessed, In the bowels of the necropolis. Through the glimpse of my torch, graves as far as i can see. Ziggurat of Demons called me to stay eternally. I guess it was my fate to dig my own grave. Cursed between these walls in the bowels of the necropolis. Fallen from the grace of the vatican, Satan's infiltrators lie dormant in blasphemy. Statues of ancient warlords, the powerful of the world, surround an effigy of Abigor. Graves of hundred tyrants that reigned through blood and domination. Grotesque painted perversion scenes on tapestries of human skin I saw what shouldn't be seen, nothing will shine again. My mind is burnt by this mysterious aura of the dead. My desecrative soul is damned, i throw my torch away. Doomed to wander the maze, where could i go anyway. Through the glimpse of my torch, graves as far as i can see. Ziggurat of Demons called me to stay eternally. I guess it was my fate. I dug my own grave. Cursed between these walls in the bowels of the necropolis.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Instant decline as the first minaret fall. Backstabbed by Iblis, lined against the wall. Anathemize and destroy Islam. At the twilight of an dying christianity, Next masquerade is gonna fall from grace Gathered in hatred against the coranic yoke, Your religion will burn with your mullahs. From the stoned harlott of filthy streets, To the most corrupted eminences of Babylon, Ghosts of byzance long ask for revenge, They burn the effigy of your prophet. Instant decline as the first minaret fall. Backstabbed by Iblis, lined against the wall. Anathemize and destroy Islam. I am the one you name Shaytan. The fall of Islam. Mosques in flames illuminate the whole globe As you beg desperatly for your god. Die, suffocate in pig blood. Djinns tear your soul apart. Baal took your children to the valley. Heirs sacrificed away. Your name has never existed. Burn, Hell awaits you. No 72 virgins for you. Your god has never existed. Mosques in flames illuminate the whole globe As you beg desperatly for your god. I am the one you name Shaytan. The fall of Islam. Hundreds dogs will bark to your face As you process the walk of shame. Instant decline as the first minaret fall. Backstabbed by Iblis, lined against the wall. Anathemize and destroy Islam.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Looking in the old mirror, I only see death in a black sphere. Reality twists to the other side, I am this shadow of mine. I travel backwards from many agonies to my creation and first memories. My reflection appears slashed and bloody, ghosts of one eventual destiny. My reflection blurs into infinity, I suddenly turn as an old man, Decrepit soul and demented spirit, sick and parchmented by time. Misanthropy as wisdom, I know about you all. I hate you for what you are, my time on earth was spoiled by humans. The present is not so clear but i saw my past and my end. I saw your world crumble to ruins. I saw the death and the devil's smile. I smashed and broke the mirror, shattering the glass upon my veins. Kept my knowledge for myself, the old mirror died with its secrets. Misanthropy as wisdom, I know about you all. I hate you for what you are, my time on earth was spoiled by humans.