Disciple of the Heinous Path
I have watched over thousand deaths. Possesed the mourning families. I have felt their tears of grief. Flown on my face under(their)skin I am the entity that feeds the sadness. Depression and melancholy. I am a demon who's wings are nets. Catching every tear that you cry. The salt in your wounds is like alcohol to me. Drunken I've been so many times. I stil remember the age of Black Death The years I was feasting so long. Now that I look at the pathetic world I dispise the humans since day one. Invisible the shadows that haunts infernally. I am there when you are hurt in pain.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Once again my thoughts-are drifting back in time. Remembering the times-when the kult was one. Black metal nowadays-is too much just a game. But in my heart prevail-the age of black metal reign. As the shadows rise-echoes from the past. We are the Satan's legion-devoted to his crimes. Nothing ever will be the same-returin to the Night. The curse has not been lifted-its stronger than the passing time. Black metal is a spell-of misanthopic light. Burning in my eyes-disciple of the Heinous Path. In the glare of burning churches-a dedication monument. Unholy black remains-worshippers of the kult. Black metal fucking war-satanic possession To Satan,forever-under the funeral moon. We are an evil blaze-eternal in the northern sky. It's the time of Sabbath-return of hell and tyranny. Remembering the times-murders and the arsons. The flame is in my heart-the oath and covenant Darkness of the past-the calling of devotion Following the freezing moon-into the deepest Night.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Born a night from a rotten womb. Breath of terrible mournful past. Fear and misery of the peoples memories Waiting for the coffin lid to open. With a Chalice raised to the Majesty I'm his disciple and devotee. I am the fist of Satan clenched In rapture by the worship Cursed blaze of rituals The sinister black katharis Remembering the unholy chants. As I scratch the wooden lid. I'm the melancholic lord of torment. The remains of a ruined soul. Evil prescence from an Empires doom The raven at your funerals Under the fullmoon Tormented howling winds Born a Night from a rotten womb Breath of terrible mournful past.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Secrets born in me are the conjurations Malicious mysteries-calling of the blood. Morbid esoteries written on human skins. Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering. Disciple of the Heinous Path The coventant of pestilence I am a soldier,a fanatic. With a heart sworn to the Dark Lord. My flesh is the abode of complex entities A temple and a grave-a Chalice of His wrath The candlelight is pouring down from a flickering flame. Pure black energy and obscurity The rapture of my murder. These dark tormenting desires. Perversion-tyranny. Discipe of the Heinous Path
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Blessed are those who know and face sorrow. Thus who experience a life of constant overcoming. Strength to be blended with pain On the heretic path,iron will prevails. To rise and survive In this world object and rotting. Darkness means the highest knowledge. On the heretic path,iron will prevails. Breed of Satan Noble and solitary Blazing spirit and heart unbleeding. Eternally denying,defying and conquering. Command to the eternal circle Strike with the spear of Satan Instincts and strife for excellence are always at one. To celebrate the sinister dawn. (By Leneauth for Sargeist)
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Out in the night I am the storm I am the winds that slash your flesh. Obscure writings cut on your ugly skin. Drug-crazed of my magnificent power. Back in the chapel from the morbid night. You wake and depression crawl on your neck I bite your heart forever with poison Until you become what my plan require A priest became a puppet of Satan New prayers will praise Hell instead. Wine changed for weird opium and alcohol. Let the congregation begin. Blind sheep follow you as always. But they know not of the difference. From here the contamination must begin. Worse than Black Death,the sinister breath. No return,nothing to be saved of you. I feel only pain in your existence Forces sir and conjurations echo. Chants of melancholic dreams. In this forest of suicidal memories. All the graves hold corpses that do not rot. Hidden from the normal humans. That would never understand...
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025