Phantasma
EP • 2009
I saw the beast rose from the sea That has seven heads and ten horns To that were given the mouth, that Could blaspheme To god and his name And the power was given to it, To lead the war with the saints And overwhelm them. For everybody who lives On the planet Could worship it. And their names aren’t written In book of life. If you have ears, listen! Here is wisdom. If you have brain Count the number Of the beast, Because it’s the number Of human. And the number is Sixhundredsixtysix.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
Maybe once a day will come, When all memories Will come back to life, When we'll find ourselves in the past And we’ll live through the terror And fear of those past days. Maybe once a day will come, When we will walk Through forgotten country By the moonlight again... Maybe once a day will come, When our ways meets again. Then the nature shows all its Beauty and the new life will be born, And only two of us will stand there... Maybe once a day will come, When we will walk Through forgotten country By the moonlight again...
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
I ramble alone under The vault of dark alleys As well as rambled my ancestors. Beneath the crypts of huge chambers. I am the dreadful guardian Of eternal gates. And the dark instinct force me, As well as force them, to avoid To inimical astral creatures And dangerous propinquity Of human beings. I know the secrets Of unknown earth. My music is the voice Of an miracle bird, The voice is deep and dreadful, Which undercut The throats to humans. And again, I can see the sinister Silhouettes of dead.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
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