Prosatanica Shooting Angels

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The Gates are open War awoken to end up all the Terror under the Sign of Crescent. Life inside is Terror Sympathy is Error When you search for God you might find blind a frog. Be the lethal Rebel be your only God and the Law - do what you want may be the only Creed. So be dead or Satanic set your life in Panic if you believe in social Crap you are already dead. It seems not to be in Love with Satan. To free your Soul from social and moral Limitations. A chained Soul will kill you someday! A caged Mind gonna wither away! Be dead or Satanic may be the Way! Nothing left to say!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Air Pollution V8 Power Gatling Gun Napalm Fire Agent Orange cumming Shotgun H.I.V. Body count Child Abuse Disease and Cancer Helter Skelter Left Hand Path Hiroshima WW III Appendix Malaria Famines Stock Exchange Shit XTC LSD Heroin Cocain, Crack Politics Everything's released by Satan Industries.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

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Black Blasphemic Death metal is flowing through my Veins Black Blasphemic Death Metal tears apart the Chains. Black Blasphemic Death Metal black Snow on my Grave. Black Blasphemic Death metal I'm your devoted Slave. Black Blasphemic Death Metal immortal Fruit of Sin Black Blapshemic Death Metal the Wolf that sleeps within (us). Demons whispers dark Desires, deep inside my Soul. The Whisper calls to me to kill the, Faces outisde me. Crying Shadows still infesting, me in silent Nights. Takes away my mortal Spirit, I hide inside my Art. I will hide my mortal Spirit inside Black and Blasphemic Death Metal

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

What may there a Shadow think, once beside of God. Sure he got his own domain, he set a Throne in Hell. But Hell is far way from Heaven, so far away from Love of God. The Memory starts to wither, that he once got loved. Now Hate he spread above his Throne, (but) deep inside his Heart he feels alone. (And) sometimes in the pale Light of the Night, you might see a Tear in the face of Satan. Who will wipe away the Tear in the face of Satan? Hate and Destruction, may be his Shield to hide, the Pain he kept so deep inside, the Sadness he cries out at Night. On the broken Sword before Him, dries the Tears he sheet in Aeons. Behind all this inhumanity, he is as human as we are!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Der Tag der Abrechnung kommt über euch alle. Vernimm die Weisheit! Jener aber der verständig ist, zähle auf die Vielfalt meines Namens. Was nützt die Weisheit, wenn sie keine Kraft gibt? In dem du wartest’ wurden dein Glaube und deine Seele die meinige. Der Himmel ist das Universum, doch die Hölle ebenso. Als Gott mich aus dem Himmel vertrieb, gelobte ich, dass ich eines Tages mächtiger werden würde als er. Jede Seele die ich mir nehme stärkt mich hundertfach. Jedes Leben, das ich auslösche, bringt mir ein neues Stück des Himmels. Bis der Himmel nichts weiter ist als ein Tiegel gefüllt mit Staub, den ich dann breche ~ vor den Augen deines Schöpfers. Das Schicksal liegt in Gottes Händen, doch ich be stimme dein Verderben! Nur zu, schwör bei Gott. Er kann dir jetzt nicht helfen. Du gehörst mir, du schwacher, rückgratsloser Bastard. Doch ach... du wurdest schwach. Du hattest die Wahl, ihr alle hattet die Wahl. Jetzt gehörst du mir. Ha ha ha ha!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Hunting Season. Irrational Reason. Spill the Blood, of Child of God. Dressed in white Camouflage I entered the white Forest of Eden. The Beauty denies genocide acts, and hidden underneath white Leaf I wait for the Shoot. The Target in my T'scope. With erected Cock. Calculate the Distance. The TRigger licks my Skin. The Sound of Death, tear up the Silence. A Full Metal Jacket, rapes the holy Flesh. I see the Victim fall, with me comes the death. But my T'scope's yet fixed, on a another Match.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

I watch the Perpet. Black Clouds on Horizon. I watch the Fields I've grown, since 30 years (of human failure), and fear the black Fruits of my Life (Lies). I walk through Blood and Stone, and bring my harvest Home. Wherever I may roam, I bring my Harvest Home. But what will my Harvest be? Ash 'n Dust - Fear and Misery? How bitter the Seed may be. I hold on. I take the Stones and bring my Harvest Home. And my Foots are bleeding. I won't lament 'cause I'll get what I once sown. How bitter the Seed will be in my Mouth, I walk upright and bring my Harvest Home.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025