Arisen From the Ashes
This track is instrumental.
Hands drenched in blood wheilding the chains of infinite death! Rising monuments of everlasting torture! Fools on earth OH! We submit in awe! Lost souls trapped in reversed images. Never to escape these wonderous chains of pain! Reaping the coil! Unleash the death within! All this in man's obscurity! One with idols in ominous worship of the Divine! Running through the ages into nights dark! Bound by black chains in faceless malice! Leaping into a cold passage of memory I seek divine deliverance I neglect all strife for refuge against the light of life and being I searched for thy horrid dominion! Reaping the coil! Unleash the death within! All this in man's obscurity! One with idols in ominous worship of the Divine! It reaped the secrets you held inside! Demons arise!!!
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
It all has a beginning. It all has an end. This road of thorns laying ahead of me. In the visions of what I've seen! It is never to be of peace! Restless and hungry. cold as ice! Numb of feeling of this earth! As a ravenous night. Cold content, the shade of blood layed against the moonlight. Delirious! Struck by weary wonder at the graveyard in sight. Shall I never die? Or am I forever cursed to this life!!!??? Visions of vast depths! The devolving galaxies asunder! Withering delight in roaring lunacy! An elusive wonder! Delirious! Struck by weary wonder at the graveyard in sight. Shall I never die? Or am I forever cursed to this life!?
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
An immense cathedral of obscene proportions Seeps through the fabric of reality A vehicular edifice in constant change The ice cold light from distant suns, dim in the veils of sighing smoke The desecratrix stabs the pure licks and guzzles down their dread with eldritch craft that fucks their souls and founds them into twisted stone A skeletal face of grotesque dismay glaring from the rotten wall Staring back from a distant aeon A mere facet of the deathless arches The desecratrix stabs the pure licks and guzzles down their dread with eldritch craft that fucks their souls and founds them into twisted stone Like the drone of a thousand groaning gods the portent din scrapes our hearts when the firmaments begin to freeze and the eerie light from the phantom throne increase
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Swung from the shadows on holy ground a mace long forgotten by the pious Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake lowing with unearthly rancour I bear this sceptre of the underworld to smite this realm with doom and with eyes no one has ever seen trudge the pass of glaring stone I bear this sceptre of the underworld to smite this realm with doom and with eyes no one has ever seen trudge the pass of glaring stone Swung from the shadows on holy ground a mace long forgotten by the pious Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake lowing with unearthly rancour I let the Demon speak through me The forger of The mysterium Beneath the terrene quotidian rites the sea of Chaos and awful strife gives eternal birth through the fivefold womb to the astute sceptre that will be your tomb
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Now the torch burns in the name of god the accused have been judged! Taken up to the mountains of pain where purification lies in the holy cross! Bound by the shackles of agony women and children shall be burned by the fires of Christ! Exorcism begun the madness of hell has overcome! Oh! Great inquisitor! Give us a sign. In foolish wrath impaled by the fundaments of our time. And now ever so doomed the reign of tyranny always so true. In grand illusion so blind the mirrors to the soul layed naked for all to behold!
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
This what man made. An empire of split legions. This what man made. An epic display of perversion! Blood soaked soil. Deprived of all emotions. Killing the human mind. Trapped in a sphere of the horrors lurking beyond the grave, A religion, dedication to rape and torture of the human mind. This world so full of sloth. Like cattle shifting position of leadership. In all so futile and meaningless attempt for purpose in this life! Blood soaked soil. Deprived of all emotions. Killing the human mind. Trapped in a sphere of the horrors lurking beyond the grave, Putrid and rotten and ever dying fundaments of modern man. Forever lost in sin. An abomination! Something that should not have been.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
From beneath. Slithering. Creeping through the netherworlds. Laid upon stone and steaming lava. Ever so terrifying. It lingers in memories of old dreadful fear! Arisen from the ashes! Alive again! Raised from asunder forever! Burning eyes staring into your soul! Can we ever breathe this dust. All consuming fumes. Its poison ever so pure! Arcane power and unearthly limbs devouring souls forever!!