Back to Sepulcro

I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face and the branches of the trees are crying in the big empty of this night. Step by step along the shadow path the black cloak of darkness opens the door in the place of eternal silence. Wha strange emotions are striking my body an obscure quiet is leading my mind my hands are touching the wet trees and the undergrowth is making my way blind among the mossy stones in the realm of the dead. The old ivy-mantled gate is creaking while I am opening the door of the whisper crypt. What a morbid force my soul has a hidden god is leading my steps. I am going down is this wet stairs in the stiffing dark only the noise of a drop of water is stressing the passing time I'm alone in this sepulcro. I humble being pieteously observe the men's fragilty. Putrid bones put upon marble sacella are waiting for nothing while the cobwebs are covering the ancient effigies everything's resting in a monumental silence here everything is forgotten here. I alone in this sepulcro will bring these relics back to life with my profane action. This is a sacred profanation that will give life to death the eternal life of memory. Alone in this sepulcro.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

In the whirls of time, turning their eyes toward the shadowy monumental symbols of the past, following the lines up to the places, where power and mystery reign some people raised many stones to the sun in their imposing silence. A warm wind is blowing in my face melting the ice of death. Burnt alive victims around the cromlec’h in honour of my immortality. Crucified on The Oak. My blood is trickling down it no light in this church made of trees some men in white are chanting their song to the altar of Cernunnos. Crucified on The Oak. Oh you, God of Moon, sanctify this magis ritual. In my heart there’s the power of glory, in my eyes the shine of the sword. Oh you, God of Death, rescue me from this fear, I will be your messenger, rescue me from this light. Oh Mother Darkness, receive the son of cruelty and wisdom. Crucified on The Oak, in honour of Esus. The earth is imbued with the blood of my God’s enemies and from flames a battle-cry is madly risen. Far away the death-song is going on with the crossing of the swords. The fog is hiding our temples made of stones and the Gods are silently waiting for the event. The bloody encounter between our Pagan Devotion and the only god. Ruins around The Oak. Corpses in oblivion. Sealed up by the light of reason. Oh, cursed mortals, which is the right way?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Dark and forgotten the times of these writings Timeless stones shape the walls of this site Arcane and powerful symbols traced on them May the moon lead my steps In the sacred search of supreme knowledge Waiting for his coming And it was gloom Somewhere in time In unknown lands ruled by an ancient magic In titanic forests 6 towers of power were built They guarded 6 sacred heirlooms, Protected by 6 seals They show the effigy of the god Who sits on the big black throne I mesmerize my soul To fly along the dusty paths of Acheron Looking for the magic circle of the black ring Toth Amon, prince of enchanters Tell me your secret Or I will tear it from death to death Running on a human blood river He feeds on blood The blood calls him His strength glows if the hands invoking him are stained with blood Where he shines, the blood is shed There the light's kingdoms wobble There nature forces are shaken Thoth-Amon, give me the sword of sacrifice And the sacred cup I am gonna fill with lifeblood Give me the lance of almightiness And the potsherds of the black stone I'm gonna place on the altar of Dagon Entrust the sixth heirloom to me And so be it! And then a whirlwind struck my breast, freezing my soul The candle flames vanished announcing his coming 5 the tips and 5 the elements It is the blood in which I annihilate The sixth is the knowledge the supreme god, the bringer of light Engraved in the sixth heirloom The sacred book ordained to the devotee

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

It's the night of shabat The plenilune feast Rise from your mortal sleep and let your astral body glide away With the sacred ointment Plunge into the new dream Follow the way of the secret life Silently graze archaic dimensions On water and over wind The god of woods call his sons, Enraptured by his power, Follow the divine melody The magic key. Penetrate the forest's heart and be led to the sabbath, Till the flight's end. Vivid flares flashing in darkness are reflected In the owl's fixed eyes. Walk along the hidden paths Nine kinds of wood nourish fire and fire marks your destination It reveals the glade And the walnut you knew through the deer's eyes Maleventum A long black robe appears among the trees His gaze lighted upon the moon His barbarian hymn hails to the moon Nine words of nine letters thunder in silence And the night's star reveals its secret nature. (hi)s shout opens the black diamond doors the circle holds on tight to him the old chant sing out.. Palas Aron Ozimonas Baske Bano Tudan Donas Geheamel Cla Orlay Berec he pantaras tay.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

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