Sorcery of the Damned
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No man knows his true descent Nor the meaning of life either Supreme orichalcum oracle How could they even understand thee? Further north, beyond ice and death We’ve triumphed - We’ve found rejoice We know the path after thousands of years With fervent blood as the only guide We’ve reached the way out of this maze Where everything was turned Made in image and likeness? Proud of being a copy? An imperfection? A plagiarism of a cruel real world? The bodily itself is not real The sacred sign appears only before its sons Of brave spirit and vajra bodies. The vimāna shall elevate us… Eternally beyond, away from an empty and soulless world… Condemned to blindness - Under a cloak of light.
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026
And the fallen’s procession takes place, salvation converged in curse Before his face, with vibrant eyes in scarlet -like fire The time of death lies beyond itself - dead! The blinding light bearer dances upon you The flame of wisdom shall burn deep Where misery scorches in your veins Envy, fueled by regnant pride The beauty of the absurd manifests Ignorance, weakness and shame will forever be your mark Do you believe seeing past your lashes? Wishing to fly farther than your wings let you? Every man is born alone, thus shall perish as one The weeps and the agony will feed this scorn Your hands hold the future Your will… fate! Come to us, awake! Come to us, awake!
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026
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At the sunset of the seventh day I’ve reached places where even shadows fear to go Where my mind loses control of its own thoughts. And what I breath is not but my own essence Seen every bloodline as poison I’m the one who frees – I’m the one who enlightens And releases from all agonies. Why should I bow before you? Should I venerate and honour thee? Where I step flowers never bloom again And the lives of those who pray in your name have ceased in vain! Empty and hopeless, waiting for your call. Here the light blinds me, making the smell of death my only guide Like a clear path for the undecided - No mercy, no bread, nor wine... I am no son of an impotent God, I’m the abortion of a miracle. Your commandments won't judge me, nor limit my task. No mistakes, only one way. The way of the strongest – The man never defeated.
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 21, 2026