Et in saecula saeculorum

Before the light in the empty and formless void, all was one and the Dark was all, before the light the Gods were obscure and nameless Born of nothing, the vast sea of black before the dawn of the intruding Light The word, a name, uttered in the darkness unlock the riddle of creation, to shape the writhing vapor Risen, the great Serpent of Revelation From the burning seas, arise the Demon Star Reborn is the soul of Satan, the vessel of fire to be filled once again, flow through the void and the chasm depths as Leviathan Out from the sea of flames the form of the world arose; by the hand of Lucifer. Man was created in His own image, manifested from the Chaos before the Light

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

From the roaring Chaos, formed the cosmic seas and brought fire from the furnaces of the stars, order wrought from the flames, a circle now complete; the cycle of Leviathan, a singular force, the ever-living This is the truth, bound within the blackened texts held in the rites of the wicked priests In the dark rituals, the spilling of life blood, Satan's eyes in the glow of the funeral pyres Stare deep into the layers of the Abyss, feel the deathly chill as it stares back at you, eyes of red fire, penetrating gaze, Siren song of the colorless void Filled with the spirit of emptiness and hate, an oath giving to the Lord and a curse upon the cross Into the dark, transcend the light. laws of steel, governing force, surrender the spirit; a soul for fuel, the Devil's flame to show the way Bound to the Dark, flesh, spirit and mind beings come forth, enter the soul, twisting the mind, shaping the will, one with the fire; worship, death, kill Bliss and redemption in the holy fires of Hell Fly and be free, for the path of the viscious leads to the gates of certain glorious destiny

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Looming shape against the sky, the ruin of a church crumbling walls of decay, rotten wood painted black Within these walls the Devil holds his mass, souls and minds to the yawning black Abyss Faces without eyes, they congregate in the chapel to pray The priest of death starts the Lord Satan's mass Asmodeus...Baal-zebub...Astaroth... Our souls are yours to take, Burn Kneeling down in front of the Goat and Mendes, Burn a pentagram into the flesh of the child The time has come for souls to be burned seperate the flesh, The fire awaits Venerate the Lord of Flies invert the ways of the Lord invoke the names of the Beast Offerings of flesh and blood, screams of pain throw wide the gate The swallowed souls fall to Hell, denied the grace of the Holy Angels Lucifer, Lord of Light welcomes his children into the kingdom of fire Even in death there is no escape Sink down through the layers of the black slime of despair The ritual is done and all that now remains is The rotten stench of burned innocent flesh

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Deep beneath the hard, unforgiving stone in the cold, damp earth Endless fields of frozen stares Stretch deep into the great black continuum A thousand eyes illuminate the mist revealed visions showing the other places unbound by the chains of existence beyond the hated stench of life For we are caged in bone, flesh, and blood Spirits of the void bound to decaying human flesh So here they gather all as one a mass for the living and the dead Robes of black to mourn the dead, shroudes of white to mourn the living A dirge for their steps as the funeral marches on Until the dawn...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

A soul lives in a dark place in an unknown grave reserved for the damned by the northern wall of the churchyard cemetary in the place once known to some as "Hell's Corner" where the air hangs with the dust of tombs and the mounds seem to breathe The place is cursed and all those who are buried in this forsaken place cannot be laid to rest The souls of suicides and unbaptized children who must go to the place of wailing and gnashing of teeth in the Outer Darkness where the tears fall like rain For at midnight's toll the Evil One will come to claim the souls of those whose heads are pointed north with their feet turned to Hell And neither the angels nor the saints will intercede on their behalf, for God himself has turned away and given them to Him They are lost forever for Heaven's gates are closed and Satan has their souls Here the evil spirits prey upon the living filling those passing by with gloom and sorrow and as the sands of time obscure the names on the stones their fates will be forgotten, but their cursed souls remain in unhallowed ground

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

When the day is done and the shadows are long you can feel the weight of His eyes when the clouds gather to hide the sun you will hear His voice calling on the wind For He is real He who was begotten and not made All was revealed in a prophet's dream The face of the Beast with ten horns and seven heads who pulled a third of the stars down from the sky For He is real and He has existed for immeasurable time He walks between the spaces and watches from behind the veil of the sky waiting for the Day of Wrath, the Judgement of the Living and the Dead When the signs are right and the stars are aligned the gates will reopen and He will come through the void from the dark unknown places of the smoky black Abyss Life and death will be as one as it was in the beginning Ever a world without end See the world is living in His shadow All that was written has now come to pass The time of doubt has come to an end The Eye of Horus opens at last As it was in the beginning and ever shall be

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025