Icon of the Adversary
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
A Devil speaks through his new flesh (an icon) The dead soul that's standing before you They wear my eyes and they tell me what to see They wear my mouth and they tell me just what to say Let it be born to wear the crown of the worm What it is, what it fucking shall be They wear my face and they all scream ha ha heil They'll put their faith in a new god
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
Thy will be done and our Hell shall be on Earth Like Father, like son: bathed in the light of Armageddon Why can't you all just pray to me? Complacency is their new disease What won't be undone What's written in their revelation What salivates salvation The gift of molestation
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
Some they came to see an atrocity Some they came to display Some they came behind a veil of disguise All seeking way to revelate Come on the heels of who you'd caste down As servant, the unwashed, the unworthy Come on the heels of who serve no purpose to climb a ladder of their destitution Beware the wolves Don't you step in shadows where they can smell the fear in your veins You can look but, you can't touch when it's so close You can feel it in your fucking skin
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
Throw your strings to the side little puppet Discard all trace of design Sit, heel, lay with me and lie to me Show me something desperate, compel me with atrocity Just breathe, breathe into me And warm what's hollow 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 I see the black in her eyes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 She holds a place For the flies
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
Deus est mortuus
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
Why lie to yourself You know the end is coming We'll watch them burn See the stars die Every last star Every god will have his day I just can't wait to see this All go up in flames
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
I want you to make me sick Dry up this little soul I want to throw away everything That makes me myself I never asked to be here Dispel the pageantry Bury me alive in the Shadows of your grace All Hell wash over me Wipe this slate clean Bestow me with your emptiness I want to wear your disease to warm this frailty To lick the wounds that will never heal Lay your eggs inside of me
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
Pereffluamus in morte
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026
There must be something wrong with me I can't seem to stop wanting to feel like this Buried beneath the remains of what once was I can't rebuild with the mud of our ashes, tears, and blood Will you lay me down? Will you close my eyes and say a A prayer for me? Will you lay me down? Will you close my eyes and say a A prayer for me? Am I something more than selfish? Do I even deserve serenity? Everything I've touched has withered away My adversary is inside myself Will you lay me down? Will you close my eyes and say a A prayer for me? Will you lay me down? Will you close my eyes and say a A prayer for me? Will you lay me down? Will you close my eyes and say a A prayer for me? Will you lay me down? Will you close my eyes and say a A prayer for me?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 22, 2026