The Cult of Disease

Black Messiah flying higher Spread your words For the wicked they are chosen To hold the Crown of Penance Your arrival is a blessing, I won't forget Thousand ages of survival To die oppressed by guilt Your existence is not holy, you are Satan's child We have taken death commandments In sorrows name Sacrilege through solemn spellbound We congregate Black Messiah! Your death desire We shall serve as will! Raise the chalice of disease Summon the bringer of the pest With the ancient rite of Plague Comes the tragedy of the earth As the funeral of an age Comes the tragedy of the earth Raise the chalice of disease Summon the bringer of the pest Be welcome, Raven of disease Open the kingdom of the dead

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

The children cry As the bleeding mother prays No faith for salvation was enough The beast is born The young have died So the old men in disguise The black pest has risen Mankind fails before my eyes To spread the sorrow and despair Waking! Like a plague upon the earth Evil! Wake up evil!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

The King spoke: This Empire comes to an end Lng forgotten shall be my name Once crowned And now betrayed By this sickness running through my veins My vision has turned to black In this pestilent chamber of disease Human fragments Over my face I cannot breath I cannot see The Cult spoke: Defeated Devoured Shall be the king Eternal Superior The Cult of Disease

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Feel the pressure Down the river of corpses The slaves of a kingdom destroyed The bodies are floating The blackwater is drowning The dreams of the ones who return No one can see this But me, I am dying These waters are ripping my flesh The Ocean awaits me My season is fading Farewell to the ones I will forget

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

I once saw them longing for the end Lead men walking on these lands Leave behind a life Once lost by faith In a hopeless world of worms You will be buried soon Don't be afraid The eternal sleep of men Rest in peace, my son The priest will say As the blood of the goat he tastes Followers! Crawling disciples of doom Sentinels! In the garden of the graves Celebrate! With chants and pagan dance!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

To walk the earth Spreading words of mercy You are not wise enough To speak like a preacher You knocked at my door You asked me to hear you What a waste of time You are a poor little man Surrender to myself Your lies now you shall pay Hanging from this cross There is one more thing to do I am gonna make you burn With the tongues of Lucifer Burn!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025