The Dark Spirit of Ages
From dawn of time the willing ones claim their thrones And throw lives from the pillar Of their vigilante and blindness Sentencing for bleak purity And defiling in the name of integrity Undue tyrannies Pigs have gathered in high castles With fallen dignity, they boldly teach About the sovereignty of vultures Compel human intentions to finally go terribly astray So burn your doubts in this rotary motion of the archaic and old witch hunt spirituality Led by inquisitorial philosophies! They let the rage flow through the masses Manipulatе revolts in order to retain accеptance in maniacal persecutions To pour martyr blood into the deep and darkest rivers So burn your doubts in this rotary motion of the archaic and old witch hunt spirituality Led by inquisitorial philosophies! And the scapegoats suck the breasts of dying mother justice Before grief would greet all the keepers, judges of an untrue equilibrium From dawn of time the willing ones claim their thrones And throw lives from the pillar Of their vigilante and blindness Sentencing for bleak purity Themis weeps Flooding tears Mother of justice bleeds On the death row Her immaculate blood Justifies the crown of immoral destruction
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
It has been written, carved onto old stones, through generations: Humankind will conquer the pale blue dot You! Sapiens! Supreme carnivore! Shepherd of all the species, he, who bears unearthly skills A priest who follows the so-called shining golden way Makes the pandemonium of the perpetual catastrophes Crawls backwards with fear through the centuries Star-crossed, unaware minds are still unable to break their walls down Yеt they’re willing to move mountains away And makе the pandemonium of the perpetual catastrophes Crawl backwards with fear through the centuries We feed the deserts, spoil the nourishment of the earth Where materialist souls breed sightless children What we have become? This is a glorious blasphemy The head of the goat stares at an inevitable downfall No living creature can bear this old conquest much longer Modern degradation deforms life itself A pandemonium A despair through the centuries So feed the deserts, spoil the nourishment of the earth Where materialist souls raise sightless children We will witness as societies crumble What we have become? There is no fertile ground anymore Sunshine bleeds into a dying atmosphere Cages, exploitations, enslave us evermore Anguish and terror serve global control All is to promulgate, to meet thy fatum Fiends are preaching from their jeweled lecterns Make apparations worship emptiness They’re preparing for the final hour Relentlessly on a grand transgression I see a light It’s shimmering through dark skies It beams with ferocious rays I see a light, It burns again Crimson sun shines on a cold and empty wasteland
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
On the altar of failed promises, false gods are hiding Among their empty hallways, never-ending screams prevail Chasing the light of a dying dream, serving a hidden morningstar Entering the realm of the ghastly veils, where stands the essence of all the lies Advance! Make us suffer, bound us gross inequity! Boldness! The human mind is conducted by corrupt ideologies The wavering hollow truth, uttered by lavish onеs They’re decoying souls until thе final hour, when betrayers will do the last rites Victimized lives serve the leader pride and extol the fires of pure agony Flesh for a shot. Bow now, be a product of this organized felony! Uphold the coma! Altered past sweetens a doubtful destiny Monarchs with selfish visions are dreaming in fraudulent towers made of ash. They are driving the hands into a raging disorder… …while all the world is proclaiming it’s silent traitors, where the unknown soldiers will hold, strengthen the thrones, give their life for the future dictators
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Mortified in the lack of grace We are insignificant in the name of this reign A systematic savagery shapes Still cries out for more epitaph Dark is the machine, the gears - behind black curtains - move They are long forgotten, forsaken, but still restless Once more the march begins And arms will strike again In the heart of every fallen man It grows: The seed of pure vengeance Obey the brave, and crush the wretched Ascend to dominate at any costs! Downfall, revolt, overthrow no matter what option At last you can worship the purest of powers Once more the march begins And Arms will strike again In the heart of every fallen man It grows: The seed pure vengeance It feeds ever flowing ferocity A systematic savagery shapes Still cries out for more epitaph And fear runs through the veins of weak. Soon they will fall to sour the marrow of this soil. And as the serpent slithers under leaf mound it silently hunts, breeds from our shadows. It breeds to upkeep the feral cycle Driven to be invincible Man always tastes a bitter end Hand in hand in cold dead letargy We’re facing pure wildreness And cruel nature will rise Again, and again, and again
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
In poison dwells its secret Shadow of blasphemous hordes Defining moment is impendging, revealing oppressing force Of this cursed, aging manifestation Esoteric form of an undying maelstrom In treacherous silence It leads earthborn species into their tombs By fearful battles it’s marking the faces - of the victims in every era Sear land is womb of its shivering darkness - where the shards of time fracture At the edge of unseen turmoil itself And through disease it mourns in forlorn language The madness in minds of men Architecture of chaos A venom in vessels Which slakes the frightened lust for eternal: Disintegration Desolation calls! Putrefaction, ruination, guidance by unearthly lore Disintegration Desolation calls! Guidance by unearthly lore Threatens young and old In wisdom dwells the secret And overcast of cobalt clouds Where aeons will be counted, and all the clockworks will stop Rules a cursed, ravaging famine Eater of civilizations keeps our survival uncertain In treacherous silence It’s leading earthborn species Into their subterranean condition It conquers exposed hearts. All doomed… Build your walls, at the end they won’t save you - from this roaring, timeless form From the outside the unknown still haunts you - a call of an unnamed phantom Listen, It screams beneath the roots and stones It will find the way to the ears of unaware ones The madness in minds of men Architecture of chaos A venom in vessels Which slakes the frightened lust for eternal: Disintegration Desolation calls! Putrefaction, ruination, a guidance by unearthly lore Disintegration Desolation calls! A guidance by unearthly lore Threatens young and old From the birth of words To the last echoing voice This eidolon will be at the very end Will make the last sentence A vermin in the collectiveness A shade which pulls us back Never lets us ascend The Dark Spirit
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026