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Come Annihilation Of the Ego Of the Self Death of Duality Death of this Body Death of Identity Death of this Name Come Annihilation of Greed The Material World and What Defines... For there is no me Come Death Thanatos

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Throughout the battles with the counters And caring the battle scars on my flesh I conjured the gods and the daemons And i blasphemed them one thousand times For their ungratefulness in my libations Some of them smiled (ironically) and declared "You are not reaching for the patron saints" And that i want you! Mischievous God, ancient above all! Apocalypse of the ancient one! Come forth into my circle Because i desire it so Because i want it, so be done! Even hurt, fearless i stand I choose side at the eagle's right It rouses me, makes me ephebe again I linger on the thought of the forbidden I hocus in the thought of tasting Your flesh and blood Apocalypse of the ancient one! Fallen angel i feel Resurrecting the myth I have killed, i have been hurt My voice streams from him who was not The sight of the goat, bewitches me The cult of the dagger, evokes you You have been always dwelling in my dreams And now you shamelessly reveal thyself before me Satanically supreme, the great Pan

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

We are sleepless, experience it! We also live when our senses sleep Oh, night, you close our eyes But our blood never sleeps We shift along something that is moving And we strive these deepest hours to read the naught Here and now seems like two separate ways But separation cannot be! Through the meaning of our symbols We conceive the deepest truths For the ones with sleepless senses We listen to the words of night and storm Of woods and stars We acknowledge death and glorify him From the five year old boy until me it's only a step From the newborn child until the five year old boy, The space is vast Our bodies show the wrath of time Our birth is our enigma From the five year old boy until me it's only a step We acknowledge our infinite solitude throughout The cosmos Here lies the foundation of every religion We smile ironically before the pensive carefree child There exist as many worlds, as many as the sleepless beings We strive for our lives and cease every passing moment Only the lilies of the fields don't need to do it

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Pale humans, pale causes Petrifactions, orphans of sickness Hideous, rotten to the core Soaked, bigots from the east You swear to your lies, the holy bible You testify your lies against all that is vigor You are the last tinder before your final doom Lies... After the final veredict they will be through with you The golden hair leader will smile with irony And nod the beginning of your end They shall wash away the filth that engulfs you For you have chosen your future For you have destroyed our holy tree Sworn enemies, plunged in lies You swear to your lies, the holy bible You testify your lies against all that is vigor You are the last tinder before your final doom Lies... Fabrications of denial You, who cannot bear ugliness You detest everything beautiful and vigor, of divine essence I take charge to be the conductor of your torment I am lucifer, messenger of your death When the light of the eternal phoebus returns Will crush your ugliness, your weak pathetic bodies

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Freezing silence from the forest, the stench of crime Seizure of the moment and human sacrifice Goat figured he came forth, of myths nostalgic Satanically supreme, the great pan The time of dusk, darkness now is rising And the outcasts of the day Lucifer's, the poet now awake Ironically and with a pale, tormented, blood red glance They outstare a yellow moon rising And the specters of the night live again The gladiators, the hanged and the conspirators And he, standing in the center of the temple In the middle of the enormous bloodstain On the pedestal of the altar Goat figured, Satanically supreme He glorifies the time of the sacrifice Of noble instincts and violence He, the eternal governor The Great Pan

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

I am the monarch who raped the world I am the destroyer, the upcoming Kalki I am the ruler of this rotten world And i am the order that destroys the chaos In Nomine Dei Nostri Satanas Lucifer Excels! I am a thousand infernal storms I am the wrath of the demons and giants I crush the walls and i smash the law Long live death - I shall prevail In Nomine Dei Nostri Satanas Lucifer Excels! Dominus Templi Sine Nomine. Cuius Memoria Evanuit. Pestis Evomat Inexorabilis Iram Meam. Triumphus Meus Veritatem Tuam Erit. In Nomine Odii Sine Vultu. Flagrum Tormenti Mei. In Aeternum Ardebit Regnum Meum In Incubo Sine Exitus Est.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

One year is swept away The novel one arrives And from the yester year I carry within my heart And soul the moment of the mist One glimpse around the fire One breath of sacred night Sanctified to the invincible sun Throughout the centuries And into the great idea of our dreams Around a sacred flame, Feasting the everlasting worship Saluting with the eternal way We sworn our oath again Hallowed oath, sworn to the dead Sanction to the immortal idea Forlorn by time we guard The secret meaning of existence One spark of insobriety Divine and inner joy The whispers of primordial past Rest alive inside our hearts Amongst the atrocious sounds Of an unworthy age

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

What is happening to me? I dive into forbidden and sinful thoughts I no longer see the lines, I am feeling lost Am i what i always craved of becoming? Or him, who always was? Forever winner, forever sleepless, forever in love With something undefined Always fighting my inner daemons Which is my destiny? Which is my ordainment? The truth is that i know it well But really the asseveration is what frightens me most When i become mundane, When my feet root into the ground When i lose the divine essence that dwells within me I smile with irony before your face Shameless vagabond, free Living for that sacred moment When i will be free from your bonds Observe me, flaunt me You, my inmost Daemon Bless my choices and curse this moment When the devil got a hold of me You i always serve Under your flag i always fight Now, i am asking you That which i always craved Always to live free I overset my complete being I shall return from the land of fire Bearing the wind of change And trust me, that you will witness the great meridian tide And praise the lord For the day of the great harvest

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

I transcend over the waves of the centuries Following the path traced by him who was not! Marching against the scalding river of oblivion Counter to the waste words of nothing I rise my stature straight, all around me eyes devoid Eyes sicken from the disease of lost hope Lost youth, lost wilderness Abyss, the black abyss And the wraiths and fools dance the villains dance Arrogant harlequins, runaways of Kaiadas Acclaim the burning of the carnival The cult of doom and dagger! Mystic moment, dream like... Into the sacred night, Renegade of this glare reality It is now the hour of the great return Into the heart of winter, before this sacred night The cult of doom and dagger! Into the centuries of the centuries Comes the glorified time of bloodshed Which shall drown Moloch and Mammon The flock grazes on the city's fold Oh, wolves in hunger... The cult of doom and dagger When the blade will freeze your flesh You will behold the one and only truth That ultimately you own one meter of black earth

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Death: Welcome to my world. I open wide for you to behold A magic, dreamlike world overflown by hatred Everything here moves following the prism of death Everything recollects the predetermined end At the neighborhoods of the opposite people At the roadblocks of the districts Atropos: Before the idea of destiny manifests ones soul aspiration For the world the desire for light and rise The fulfillment of its destination It is strange to no man Only the expatriated, serotinous human of the city Loses her from his eyes Beyond the idea of destiny and throughout fear I magically bond with the inevitable end Death in the world of senses The Church of Naer Mataron: Let's rise above the principle of casuality To which the fear of life tries to defend By forming another world Along with birth, death becomes a fact Along with fulfillment, the end becomes a fact We, the birds of storm and hurricane, we know this well

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025