Ecclesia - Peccatum
we the sword... we the mind on this earth... we shall just make the god´s kingdom of this earth... a sword stab in the back twinge now darkness shall be in the name of god women and children lamenting by a death pyre flames of the almighty schorching held guilty sin,faith to sin sin,faith to sin who ...what seals a man´s fate who is almighty to put the hands on man´s worthest who have sent the sword death and fire of human liar which voice is calling we the sword...we the mind on this earth we shall just make the god´s kingdom of this earth... sin,faith to sin sin,faith to sin church tribunal haunting to kill no limits to trail a warpath church tribunal build a walls of the human bones suffering with blood filled up their temple church...tribunal...inquisition
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
adversity caged you can´t show anything waking up in remembrance for an Eden you can´t say... cas you turn a sympathy as the sadness penetrates through an open veins rainy mornings are just a sunrising forget all´round you all the splendid pictures all who comes back to meet death... to meet life so many tears that you scorn through bathing in best of luck in other state of mind there´s a vaccum you´re all in so many words that you say nothing with philantropy´s only seccond mind money unlock the door to lunatics in the end still to say... forget all ´round you all the close what comes far away all the enjoy what misses everywhere all that...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Stupid eight grand crusades so many inferior ones along an impudent burning cities in exterminating deus le volt! the Pope said the crusade means all the repentance and crusaders make their purge deus le volt!deus le volt! to kill, to murder in the name of God how many people raised the sword against the unbelievers against those who think other way so this way´s your God both killer and malice how many fanatics saddle their horses whipping them to gallop so far to take possession of what´s not of them deus le volt! a purge for every unbeliever a pass to Eden for every dead deus... At papa dicere: crucis expeditio restituere omnia mores emendare at miles christianis tutum reddere remissio omnia improbitas.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The outline of his wingy being just I´ve felt like somewhat weird contradictions unexplained now I´m in what to be enlightened blowing a fuse whether some joy to choose all my flesh swamped in scorching maleficence that pervades to a stinging sweetness who is he,mysterious being who´s been allowed to hide you under his wings to bring you there to his kingdom up high a myriad of thoughts twisting your head why,what for? a fuse inside of me just getting strong I´m the other little figure on a chessboard of the fortune a little figure whose fortune´s pulled down under feeling like a vessel so utterly full with all the things profane a vessel missing backside living interior of no mind balance
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
We you feel thet in silence of a cave enchanted by cryptogamic sodden with timelessness walk upon the walls so wet where swallowed you´re in there´s time accursed in unrebuildable forms of insuperable passions deeper and deeper still you make your way through no access behind just look for the gate of time blown in a myriad of solstices just try to step across your mind as a newborn child comes to the light of a day just bear the pain of birth as mothers use to bera just come close to your soul more than you do with others got to ralise there´s only you your life still belongs to push away the sinful minds that´s the burden of the weak look at your face in a mirror the shade that obfuscate is now getting clearer
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Looking A fine sunshine day of august dated 1572 …all the stages set …all the hoard brilliant burgess dressed in festive attire town ablazed and festal ever going to hold a conciliating celebration under cover of wedding slaughter!..undercovered cowards and friends murder!..indulgence in the name of Messiah massacre!..highlights of the wedding feast creed!..hate and demise thousands of flowers flit about overwhelming their dark steps to altar on the path that´s without a love entangled in a secrecy of treason and revenge both believing that´s the way to do but playing the white figures in the hands of the forceful fanaticized catholics the ones without souls just like an angry dogs horny for the bloody hooray …all the brilliant,all the festal a feast about to burst out King´s exploited and scared makes a getback of no mercy the pogrom have begun against Hugenot guests fratricidal horror strife in the name of God human narrow-mindedness the inflation knows no bounds triumphed over life and death
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
They say I won't make it to the top of the hill Won't take the fruit off the tree And ev'rybody says I'm out for the kill They're all laughing at me They're all laughing at me I'm a rebel - rebel - don't you just know it I'm a rebel - rebel And they're all laughing at me They say I'm a danger to the public and all I only wish they would see I'm just the product of a screwed up world - but they're all They're all laughing at me But they're all laughing at me I'm a rebel - rebel - don't you just know it I'm a rebel - rebel - don't you just know it I'm a rebel - rebel But' they're all laughing at me Never ever was my old blue jeans And brush the smile off my face But still I'm a member of the Human race - Human race
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026