Terra Damnata

We are as wolves amongst ruins! Oh, ye sons of apollo crowned Whose final rays depart Safeguard thy father's embers In the sanctum of thy heart And stand unbent Unbroken in storms untamed And let the winds Stir your embers to blazing flames! We are as wolves amongst ruins! Oh, ye sons of apollo horned Whose inferno now shines in the hell Bear witness to the end An aeon's death-knell Our final jubilation Shall be in the tolling of its bell! Morse triumphalis We who arise within our fall Oh, ye sons of apollo horned Whose inferno now shines in the hell Bear witness to the end An aeon's death-knell As wolves among ruins As wrathful gods amongst decay Before the gates in hell The sword of justine bequeathed to slay As wolves among ruins As revenants of father's past Hearts darkened with the light A black sun doth cast "Who is worthly of the name of man? Who does not want to be tested and Does not look for a dangerous task? For the strong man inaction is torture. There is only one sight able to command The attention even of a god..." -Seneca Stand unbent Unbroken in storms untamed And let the winds Stir your embers to blazing-flames! We are as wolves amongst ruins! A cycle ends Yet we stand in the night depraved To salute the dawn While flling to our graves...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

By day seek the heights of the sun And by midnight its abode in hell, Where we are drunk upon the blood-vine That spills from the grape vine Of old Dionysus well I behold self in the black of the moonless night, Another death, another doom to foretell! To old Baphomet I proffer this life Shedding blood and a dark soul to sell! Misrule! Misrule! Oh, how wise is the fool Of empty spaces Barren places The Devil's illumination Misrule! Misrule! Oh how wise is the fool Of empty spaces Desolation The Devil's exaltation By Night we seek the sun in its nadir And by day its glorious heights As we glut upon the sacrament Offered up by self-interment Within the intellect of Old Night I beseech the Other, my reflection, My brother, another life, Won through strife and the toll of Death's bell ! Before Persephone I ground all dismay And make a paradise of the grandeur of hell ! Misrule! Misrule! Oh, how wise is the fool Of empty spaces Barren places The Devil's illumination Misrule! Misrule! Oh, how wise is the fool Of empty spaces Desolation The Devil's Exaltation Towards the gate of the Zeroth Thrust imagination's divine key Like the spear of Saint Longinus To pierce the body of his highness And let his blood run endlessly free To fall unto me! To fall unto me! And now i shall know And now I shall see The All which revolves about the nail Turns ever paradoxically!

Hail! ye powers of shrouded Night All who wander 'neath the hoary moon. Hail! Great circle of the never setting stars Revolving the voidful throne of Drakon Hail! Hail! O father resplendent with midnights crown, Puirssant lord of the liminal breath I mixt wakefulness and slumbering. Thy maiden consort, terrible yet fair __her piercing eyes Search out the soult for hidden lies. Hear me! Attend unto my call! Hear me! Attend unto my cal! The ancient pact of blood declares our kinship, And the word spoken in all Truth vouchsafes my intent. Tried in deed and tested in ordeal__ For I have nurtured the hidden flame, A Hermit's lamp to lead the way, And banished Earth with mind reposed. Now I within all shadow dwell Enraptured in Phantasie's own spell. Hail! ye powers of shrouded Night Hail! Great circle of the never setting stars Hail! O father resplendent with Midnight's crown

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Three are the circles and three are gates Three keys to unlock the leaden manacles of the gates Three are her faces and three are her veils By three secret names I call her at the threefold way Darkness covers the realm of ether As darkness buries the corpses crawling in the ground Vain death sown deep into the flesh of man Since that day he first opened his screaming eyes Yet through the bottomless pit of matter I can hear her calling and see her torch alight A flame sprung from the heart of the empyreal hearth To guide the scattered thoughts back into the halls of mind O Ékati - O Phosphorous - Enodia Trismegistos Open the depthts of the underworld that I may find the stars O Trivia - Psuchopompos - Sophia Trismegistos Open the heights of heaven that I may drink from the fount of gods The fire of the father flowers in your sacred womb The thunder of your world breaks through the sub-lunar tombs Hell's shadows shall bow in my presence and the Teletarchs sing me praise For my spirit is led through the three fiery gates! Behold the key and crossed bones, behold the hidden path Behold a sun abloom within the uttermost black As spirit returns to spirit and flesh to the worm and the hole I was born of the father and him with my mother I go

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

A - Zeroth Born of I Dark Sabaoth In you I die Inverse light Of my soul Black as night Death extolled Phantasmagoric fear ekstasis Though art bornless, faceless, and pleaceless The resounding silence is your name This thy word, thy form and fane Absence of presence Presence of absence A - Zeroth Born of naught Speak the name No tongue has wrought With sightless sight I behold The living night The blackest gold Absence of presence Presence of absence In nullity and stillness Your profound sentience Ceremented in divine dread The long shadows of god-head Trailing through these depths Behind horizon spanning steps O intellect of naught Bornless yet born in me O otherless The emptiness In me! Hekas! Phantasmagoric fear ekstasis Hekas! Faceless, bornless nad pleaceless Hekas! The resounding silence that is your name Hekas! This thy word, thy form and fane O absence of presence Presence of absence In nullity and stillness Your profound sentience Ceremented in divine dread The long shadow of god-head Trailing through these depths Behind horizon spanning steps O intellect of night!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Inheritor of a dying world Wanderer in the wild darkness Enter now this shadowed path The affliction of Saturnus grips the heart In leaden chains Inherit a world of dust! Here is no solace, no earth-born respite For those who bear the serpent's mark O companion of the fetid tomb Foul specter, of the greedy grave Inheritor of a dying world Enter now this shadowed path To seek the light Dost thou find hope in works of mortality? Art thou awed by matter's seeming might? Behold! The fruition of long ages toil A paradise for fools!! The earth aswarm With maggot man and tottering in ruin! The gates of death swing wide in fateful glory Greeting the throngs of pallid life's abortion The affliction of Saturnus grips the heart In leaden chains Inherit a world of dust! Here is no solace, no earth-born respite For those who bear the serpent's mark Inheritor of a dying world Inheritor of a dying world... Arise, and greet the dawning light of Phosphoros

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

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"For body's sleep became the soul's awakening, and closing of the eyes - true vision" Awake my void-drunk eyes Amidst the tumult of filth and rats Awake amidst the waves of dismal Lethe And behold in truth at last Sunk and sunk and sunk have I Into skin and sin and sleep Yet this wasteland has revealed a gate And my heart holds its key O pierce the webs of dream Pierce my cold lifeless heart Nightbringer, lightbringer Infernal firstborn spark Ignite my funeral altar And let me rise like the dawn From the dregs of darkest ignorance To the blinding light of your throne So grant me now that sacred drink From the spring of memory Grant me those secret songs That shall lull the stars to sleep And when the night falls blackest In the slumbering underground Shall my woken soul take flight On the rays of the serpent sun I dance in maddest fervor Ever backwards through death's door And beneath my hooves of steel Break the masks that I once wore O, see how bright it burns That fire for which I seek That the faces of angels boil off And their ashes sing its majesty! Praise thee! Mystery! The muses of the ogdoad! That thine secret psalmody Paeon! Apollon! Speak through me thine prophecy! Higher and higher! Beyond the seven I shall reach Blind my sight with gold and blood and lapis lazuli Deeper and deeper! Into the very heart of the sun Below the shadows fall in multitude But here the light is one

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025