Exilium

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("And the forgotten gods will rise again, forever kings of the empty world, forever kings of everything in everywhere, taking of belongs to them, overthrowing every thing remains today") Inglorious creator of the primordial earth, God of the temple of tears, unleash the hell from the abyss The sordidness will gobern the earth You wander on the edge of the void, destined to defeat the skies, you have sullied the sanctuary of blood, lord of dishonorable sepulchers, king of the black cript of pragmatism, guardian of the spiritual beliefs. Seeds of darkness, planted in the chasm, cultivated between pagan rites The wind crawl the stench of the death deity Apsu take my voice, my will, spread the truth across humanity Lord of the great twelve kingdoms, bless me with the breath of the eternal life by fire or by sword , darkness light my way, bring me the head of God. The wind crawl the stench of the death deity

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

("And they take the word of God as an easy auto response to the questions and designs of the natural order. At which point the man lost his connection with natural... At which point he rises as a cruel assassin against the Earth... Humanity is in a new age, the age of fight between mother and son.") Can you feel that stench? Is the human life, their bodies rot slow in time Deification of mediocrity, exaltation of the rotting flesh Glorification of pettiness, idealization of feelings Oh! Shamash lord show me the path The real sense of the human's life Slaves of hope, blinded and weak Embraced the torment and agony Proud and frail, insolent men's race, owners of all things As disease infecting a body, like a parasite feeds it's host Arrogant and feeble, pathetic error of the gods Ungrateful universal disgrace, unworthy animal Your eyes reveal your misery you are the stigma of the earth

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

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("..And they rot, in a delicate and subtle dance, their lifes aren't more than a fleeting and insignificant sigh in the history of this land. There is no place for the weak in the natural order, just the strong and the brave will govern the Earth") The clouds are moving in their whimsical dances The wind sings an old song of war The temple is shining between oil lamps Prayers are flowing into the air The vault in heaven is illuminated by the stars The birds disappeared from the dead sky Megaliths are raised to the firmament Offerings are piled on the altar stone Full of sculpted symbols of ancestral gods It's stone glow under the silvery moon Ivy bare walls keep out the enemy No fear to the spear or sword the honor comes with us Shamash is awaiting me in his golden throne Terror is made for the slave The glory accompany to the brave Empty man lacking courage New inhabitant of an unmarked grave Forever the shame will pursue you Forgotten to the eyes of the real gods The path of the just is stained with blood You march with bare feet on thorns In the depths of the earth, in the highest point of the sky You can hear the sounds of the horns of war

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

The empires fall down, transformed in useless ruins Nobility of thought? In a material world inspired by desires The dead hands of religion sterilize the wisdom Mass of confused beings vanish in an atrocious fanaticism Avid for love, needy of forgiveness mired in ignorance Abstainers of the eternal pleasures, victims of massive fraud Blinded by the faith for a puny god Glorious ability to enslave a depraved animal Through immaculate awareness Redemptor of puritans, proclaimers of self-deceit Orators of fraud with hypocritical complacency Under the yoke of a fruitless falsehood Commanded by the enthroned liar Embraced by his eunuch host The ice age of religious thought comes to an end Sing praises to the wasteland behold a forsaken and inglorious earth ("Faith means not wanting to know what is true." —Friedrich Nietzsche)

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

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Universal laws, enjoy your own suffering Pathetic life, live on your knees Govern all things, spread brutality Weak-minded man, like an atrophied tree Nazarene on the cross, filth larvae You will be forever vassal, scourge of abject Like straw on cyclone, disoriented beings Design the future, yield all things I raise the banner of the impure, sign of inexorable invasion Glory to the strong they shall inherit the Earth Cursed the weak they inherit the yoke Destroyer of false hope, you are the real savior Blessed iron hand, death to the weak Worshiper of the gods, sheared sheep Each verse is a bonfire, every word a flame Abundance to the strong, poor moldy-minded man Victory is the basis of all right The truth sets to all men's free Glorification to the mighty, free of a stifling dogma ("Cruelty is one of the oldest festive joys of mankind." —Friedrich Nietzsche)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

("...when the seven gates are destroyed, the stars will fall down and the incommensurable might of Hell will govern the Earth... desolating humanity, desolating a kingdom destined to disappear.") Thamuz bring star of the morning Lords of the worms and flies, proclaimer of death Emerge from the depths of the west from the north sea from the icy mountains from the deserts of south Devourer of deads, reaper of youth Defiler of corpses, decimator of life My body lies on plain coiled snakes Your wings surround me like branches with thorns Come and crush the seven gates The dead will rule the land Wrap in fire my ulcerous body Pulverize my bones Sacrifice the beasts Consume the forest in flames Poison all the waters Infect the air The eternal flames of might dwells in the impious flesh Look at my eyes, I'm your creation stained of blood I walk on whirlwinds as servant of Hell My body lies on plain coiled snakes Your wings surround me like branches with thorns Ereshkigal queen of the dark dressed in silk Honor me and receive my mortuary offering Mother of violence and vengeance enveloped in shades

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

("And men, drunk of vanity, will know the day in which proud admire their own extinction.") ...and I could before the temples falling down It's old monoliths in ruins Their flags burning in a blackened sky Blue rivers now run red and the burned turf looks back The gloomy moorland a perfect dead landscape A deserted earth, mired in dark On the battlefield the corpses rot The lightings illuminate the sky and the crows eat their dying meat They remaining as torn flesh In the wild and arid Earth there is no glory for the dead

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025