Satanic Black Devotion
This track is instrumental.
Hear the chant of my tormented soul In black devotion I have prayed Veins re-opened, bleeding for satan With pride my flesh is cut Sanctissime colere chaos Obscurities unveil to me - a Disciple Sanctissime colere chaos Mortuus pontifex In worship I rape humanity Idolizing the torment with scars I burn his sign into my heart Preces infandus - possess me I am the sick and devoted fanatic My appearance is foul In your fear you will avoid hurting me Even in my name I carry rotting omens Sanctissime colere chaos Obscurities unveil to me - a Disciple Sanctissime colere chaos Mortuus pontifex
This morbid night melancholy Moon of funerals broods Mist rising from the swamps Where superstitions are alive Frogs and crickets please me Though not long will my ears hear Not long will I howl at the moon The end already creeps on my tongue Between old suffering trees I still see that which reminding me Of a time sorrow had reigned With hope crushed underneath A regent to the throne of black memory Lost, forgotten and waiting for hell Asking why I left at all Where are my weapons and dreams There is no death to save me I have never lived Obire Pestis Morbid night melancholy
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
I stand alone Waiting for my thoughts Alone among Shattered visions, waiting Eternally, watching... Depressed they attempt mockery Failure. Ceasing of heartbeats End of pointless days Thoughts infiltrate the voids Of oblivion Hollow joy, artificial happiness Broadcasted daily, and pitfully Raising futile fists Darkness marauds The excruaciating populations Perplexingly shallow Appears abstract through eyes Familiar to none else Satan reaches deep within My brain is shrouded in lava Piercing and burning Searing my past
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
On this night of a depressive autumn Under branches of these old trees On this hour thy sign I glorify Black flame of satan in my heart Fog is rising from the murky waters Carrying the stench of of the swamp An howl is hooting, sounding afar As melancholy takes a grip I drink the blood of a virgin child From an old golden flask In my mind the countess of cachtice And the memory of terror she spread Bitter words utter from my lips Incantations of reincarnation With the blood thy sign I glorify Waking instincts of a wolf I am finding strength in the hate Misantrophic burning wounds As much as I hate the human pigs So I hate the flesh of my own
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
So many names have been given to me For what the humans fear is versatile I was born under the yoke of evil An armoured fist of satan Yes, fear me in the howls of wolves Fear me in the pale moon itself Where my presence is near Your soul will coil with ulcers Lie a cancer of hate and evil I will reach far in the universe Infecting every church with darkness Ceremony echoes to me In my devotion I am is weapon Pointed at your feebleness Throats I slit and drink the blood From a chalice made of a skull Beat the drums of the satanic march With the human bones Let be heard even in the wind Satan is too strong You will stand but a little chance Face th death eternal Spilling blood of the holy martyrs Glory of the sacred war In my devotion I am his prophet Slashing curses on the skin Taste the poetry of my tormented soul It's the last thing you'll know
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
For me its natural to feel Nothing but hate and contempt Surrounded by humans Pathetic and weak They have blindfolded my heart With ugly flesh and faith In my soul the black worms nest Soon to cocoon, to born as bats of satan Black Fucking Murder Ejaculation of death Black Fucking Murder Burning lead my breath You buried me ages ago Yet too soon for you I was awake The plague and scourge of mankind The black prophet of death Where I walk I wish you hell In my appearance, words and my deeds I put the zenith to its limit Ride the carnage of souls Hear the sermon of worship in black I write and claim in priests' blood I have sinned to be the betrayer Judas of year two thousand and two
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Tears wet the coffin dust Mourning stains the wooden lid Through the sadness and depression I awoke in the stone cold grave Weird glow in the vault around me A sense of freezing atmosphere A coffin spirit of past remembrance Howling at the moon in my memories All around the cobwebs are silent Even spiders have died so long ago Void of life in here is so definite I exist but not to live again In my death the omens were profound Tongues that uttered curses and doom Born under the master's spell Hungry for the warmth that I would spit on Tears wet the coffin dust Mourning stains the wooden lid Through the sadness and depression I awoke in the stone cold grave There is no life, no humanity Nothing to keep me from suffering Nothing to feed my burning soul with Nothing to spill my hate upon
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
I hate the moon and its glow For it no longer pleases me I curse the winter and its snow For it will lead "them" to me Returning to the darkness Of the mountain caves Following the voice of past When sky is obscured with clouds Even starlight seems miserable Fragile memories hurt my mind Into everlasting misanthropy Cold and depressive One with the old dead forest Before I leave this place Nothing left to comfort me But the cold touch of steel
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025