Unbound
Insignificant is the source of light In the infinity of the abyss The entity of chaos continues In the flesh of new creation Concentrated cosmic darkness Comes by catastrophes From the depths of chaos Time is indifferent to Hell Silt of Samael manifests By His venomous essence Active satanic resistance In holocaust of inevitability Negative radiation Reflection of evil Directed against the divine By darkness to eradicate For his blood runs in many rivers Piercing the universe His wounds belch poison clouds He is the one who subdued time In whom the darkness is incarnate In whose roots evil grows In whose foundation is the universe And man has come from His flesh
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Glorious, glorious witchcraft In mysteries as in plain truths Lost art of the ones who see clarity All that which remains in secrecy As a flame taking root in the heart Of one sworn to walk the hidden path As an insight unlike no other To be able to look into primordial night Glorious, glorious witchcraft In anathema for ages and ages For there is no slave with an eye Deeply connected to undeniable wisdom Harnessing a full cognition In deference to the lord of lords Always feared and loathed Amongst the rabble of this world Glorious, glorious witchcraft Enlightened far beyond the reaches Of all that which causal musings May ever be reflected upon For it is not one path But an entire map of roads On which the sorcerous will Shall set foot forevermore
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Beneath the age-old citadel Restless black waters churn With waves of mad whispers From sources seldom spoken of Forever the enchanting waves Surge and curse all men Eager to swallow and devour Those who mortal dwell Seven out of seven times The unknown in the depths Shall embrace the drowning With death’s cold bliss And seven out of seven times That man will become nothing He had not already willed In his deepest desires To enter the sunken temple The black onyx ziggurat As it manifested in vision From the womb of void the abyss shall gaze into you Within the subconscious Beyond the consecrated gate Of one’s den of vices
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
I hear the spirits whisper All around me in the night My existence makes them sing Actively seeking my company They will come I can hear them again Occult presence in this world Channeled through my soul There is no such thing as fear Only fascination and love Empathy for the lingering dead I’ve chosen this way You can hear them if you will Death is just the beginning This living body is nothing but a vessel Already dedicated to death
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
It has always been there As far back as I am able to see In the childhood memories Like an old towery tree Amongst the most vast darkest forest Shrouding the baleful skies Yet hailing both the Moon and the Sun When the old man is long forgotten and gone No matter the place or time It never faded, never disappeared From house to house, age to age Followed every single step Yet evaded the curious hunting eyes Travelled over quarter a century Accompanied through all the ashen paths All of them joys All of them sorrows Leaving behind no victory or defeat Still its face stays hidden No names have been heard And I guess we never truly met Floating in every shadow Be it the dawn of a new day Or the heart of the deceased light It still remains like a silent mountain
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Her mouth is an open grave Eternal curse waiting for them This time it will be ultimate It cannot and will not be undone Once their homes desecrated Invaded silently from the inside They saw not their seeds in bloom Hope had faded with all life decayed Who will inherit these thousands of tombs For the dead will always remember Eyes blindfolded, necks cracked Souls devoured and spirits slain Feeding the mindless horrors Motherless children are waiting in the void And when the cycle turns and Saturn storms The hex will go wild Death will be a servant under the spell Diseases shall obey the higher voice Life for a life, soul for a soul this curse will be eternal
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Always starving, always hunting Like a wolf in the forest pitch black Alone in the shadows hungry for blood In stealth preparing a flawless attack I am unbound The reflection in its burning eyes Like a candle light against the wind Storming through the darkness Consuming all the light I am unbound From the midst of the sun-burnt rocks Like a shooting star the serpent strikes By the venom a blessing is given With its every drop a painful curse I am unbound Always strangling, always attacking I will not let you out of my grasp I will kill again, I will always hunt Magna pecus, magna venator I am unbound
I now let my voice resonate Through the silence of the night Awaken o mighty lord Ignite the blood running through my veins Let me take part of your brilliant light And your all-consuming darkness You who chose to descend into the darkness To bring fire divine to the vessels of clay Father of spiritual transmutation Let me in your transcendent mysteries Transform and forge me in accordance With your forbidden art Bless me now In the awakening of my demonic self Bless me now Master of hidden wisdom Let now your mark glowing on my forehead Burst into fire and crown me with the flames The flames of enlightenment Liberating my inner flame divine I bow before the shadow of your horns and praise you And channel the force and power Of the master that dreams beneath The mountain of darkness Bless me now In the awakening of my demonic self Bless me now Master of hidden wisdom
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
There is no compassion For here the darkness begins I am the singing death Of the serpent’s embrace
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Partaking from the grail of death Perfumed with the odour of serpent saliva As bitterness hangs to and in the throat Breathing in the mesmerizing vapours Unblocking the burning gateways To that which manifests within A ripple in the brackish vision Expanding deeper in a trance Where no dream is without a cost Where nothing is in everything to be the prophet, to be in Him In life dead to this world In transition to the divine At each sound of prayers vibrating At each step closer trembling To drown in sterile waters Pilgrimage to the primeval womb Formless and unthinkable Cleansing in death communion Dissolved in consecration In the depth of darkness unveiled Where no dream is without a cost Where nothing is in everything To be the prophet, to be in Him In life dead to this world I follow one star The one of them most dormant Yet the brightest of them all
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025