Inception of Ceremony / Satancore
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
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Telepathic connection is oppressing your mind Obsessed by minatory vision of obscure lair Look beyond dark lacuna into the depths of cosmic horror Visionary dream of blasphemous parturition Monstrous progenitors spawned within debris of ancient crypts Clandestine catacombs have hidden chrysalis for centuries Listen to the unholy murmur from the times before our gods Forgotten grotesque shapes of sacrilegious breeds will arise Possessed by ancient kind There's no place to hide as they control your life Concupiscence grows, they occupied your soul To only one place you can go Phantasm becomes real,you're paralyzed by fear Pernicious path will lead You into unseen depths of the earth 'Cause breed must feed Prophesied profanation Gruesome resuscitation Hatching from the chrysalis, Leviathans now appear Embryos of grotesque forms metamorphosed into huge monsters Blasphemous misshapen physique of the newborn race maddens Perennial sleep is over and they have to calm down hunger Feel in agony how they rave on your body and mutilate it Feast upon your flesh, devouring of your entrails Razor sharp teeth severe the desecrated body Consumed head is disembodied in abnormal way And nothing remains from dissected pray
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
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I tasted the fever of Your existence seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away transmuting my quicksilver blood KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I may touch insipid are the describing words the self needs no vulgar praise This worship has no supplications my rite is to live and do things naked, pure, of honest lust the throbbing vortex feeds on it all Sleep is the best of possible prayers the winged eyes are blessed to see downtrodden deception of every pain transpierced hymens my lust adores Many images yet one raw flesh animal steps I love to tread an ideal point where Time is Space memory giant sores this journey must heal Lady of Mourning and her monsters lay down the scythes for here I come joyful and priapic my baby soul a new-born one, ten million years old
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
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