Traitors' Gate

Arched back, pointed tail The beast of sin to strike Rises venom in his throat And rears on wings of death Spitting blood and bearing teeth Carved razor sharp and fierce His menace is malevolence Borne heavy on his breath Coiled in sin, ready to strike Coiled in sin, serpent-like Warming blood and shedding skin Coiled in fire, coiled in sin Branded by a sulphur flame That smoulders through his skin The ravages of sortilege Plunge daggers deep and true Through his heart, raise his ire With malice driven forth He'll shoulder more than punishment He'll suffer more than due Coiled in sin... Snarling evil, hissing death A serpent form unleashed Nourished on a poisoned stream Of sorrow, burnt within Swallowing its young and stalking Prey with eyes ablaze You're in his sights, there's no escape Your soul will bow to him Coiled in sin...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Shining sable, silver lined The morning star once rose Razor sharp with cruel design Beneath a blithe repose Scything through a captive heart Asunder torn and bled Assuaging guilt with noble art To keep a culture fed Demonized and evilized Not ever to return Brutal desecration of your idols Now they burn with an iron cross Ancient figurines in stone Contorted, painted black Reared upon a morbid throne With knives thrust in the back Decorated talismans Condemned to faceless graves Dynamite in callous hands An honour that enslaves Sacred rites and crystal nights Shards scattered on the ground Glory in the ashes As the tenements go down with iron crosses

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

The rats ran thick as thieves and nigger dark A river rank and fierce as pride Its filthy banks broke to leave a dreadful mark Condemned and contagious the victims expired Malignant Expulsion The ravages of disease, holy vengeance wrought On savages and saints, young and old By tooth and by nail pleas for mercy fought. They rose with their kin but retired with the cold Rapport of the grave Malignant Expulsion Unconsecrated pits ripe with rotting gore No cortege for the corpses there lain They suffered for the culprits of countless wars Now fallen and forsaken they'd suffered in vain Malignant Expulsion They buried their dead Like goods in the holds Of the vessels that bore The curse to their shores Bubonic plague, putrescent flood A raid on the stocks of all flesh and blood By turns discerning and taking all No quarter given those trapped within its thrall A swollen erth, surfeit of flesh A cull of the excess to refresh And cast unwanted lives aside Prizing the iron jaws of Hades wide The prince of all fevers born

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

In the ninth and lowest circle of Hell Where souls in grisly rapture dwell The leaden river winds its course With sullen grace and timeless force Frozen by the flapping wings Of lucifer, its water brings No nourishment to those who chance To tipple from its source Doleful cries, Sirens of Acheron Ghosts in the shadows, visions from beyond The Tower of London entered through the portal of the damned Traitors' gate Along the banks on jagged spikes Like a row of turnpikes The rotting skulls of cursed souls Punished at the gallows poles They met their doom where conspirators fall And ravens from their post call Beneath the arch of dreaded lore Kept warm by Hades coals Taken by night, tarred with deception Pleading for clemency, tortured all the same Death came to those who threatened England's Rose Traitor's gate Death came to those who threatened England's Rose A blunt and rusted axe hacking at their necks In the lowest circle of London's hell Through gloaming fog and rancid smell They ferried convicts to their fate For plotting crimes against the state The only tears the devil's own Running dry on barren stone Chilling those who floated through The Traitor's gate Dreadful screams, fearful damnation Shown no mercy they met their doom The Tower of London entered through the portal of the damned Traitor's gate

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Cat o' nine tails rip your flesh Skin may heal but wounds stay fresh Welts across your mind Flogged within an inch of death Excitement in the hangman's breath Living off your kind Sun beats down upon your back Torn by yet another crack Nine red trails emblazed Sadism and punishment Bloodlust never spent 'Lest the stakes are raised Whipped, your body stripped; ripped, by metal tipped Lashed, nine tails falsh; slashed, lead pellets crash Cat o' nine tails, Devil's whip Tentacles of iron grip Battering your skin Left to rot, a bloodied mess Flies to swam (swarm?) and gnaw your flesh Opened up by sin Cat of tails six sixty six Thirsty for another fix One more soul to purge Ruling with an iron fist Shackled to resist As mutiny may surge Violence and slavery Writhing in agony Primeval butchery Rule with the whip Crushed, your body lashed; slashed, the metal flash Bled, the charges read; whipped and soon you're dead

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

A libertine, a larrikin A liar some claimed He chose well his path in the shadows of life Where his spirit could never be tamed Entreated repentance Met common reply A man raw with pride and defiant 'til death He would stare down his fate eye to eye "I'm not a believer, not bearing your pain You want me, you take me - through exorcised remains" Shameless blasphemer Denier of the cross Unborn redeemer No heaven, no loss No false beginning At life's bitter end Not dead but sinning As vultures descend Death's swing with a scorpion sting Makes carrion of all Breaks down resolve and the valour of flesh When the trumps of deliverance call Yet still he resisted "A sinner am I. I'll welcome my lot as friend long removed - As I lived I've no choice but to die" "Hell-born deciever, so hang me in chains And pray my forgiveness through exorcised remains" sluoS ruO evaS

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

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Emblems of sorcery, crystal debauchery Black superstition Mist and malefice, crooked artifice Devil’s mission Rampant witchery, smoke of mystery Infiltration Virgins tempted, no soul exempted Penetration Cloven hoof embedded in the dust As the flicker of Lust starts to race in her veins Daggers of morality thrust Met and parried as Lust sets her loose from her chains of death Inquisition…Witch…Inquisition Contracts broken, a name unspoken Sweet seduction Lightning flashes and crimson rashes A soul’s abduction Candles flickering, blood flow quickening Lips are moistened Drunk and delirious, draughts mysterious See her poisoned Courtesans of Hades serving Earth With a luxury Worth far more than the name Jealousy and zealotry give birth Devil children as Earth goes under the flame of death Inquisition…Witch…Inquisition Torches burn black in the night Hunting high, hunting low Glowing with fear Darkened by lust Hammer of the witches comes down Cleaving with spite Nailing the coffins shut Hawked and hounded, her fears well founded Condemnation Shadows lengthening swarm her strengthening Dedication Ducked and floating, her captors gloating Stakes erected Burnt for living, her unforgiving Flesh consumed by flames Her soul is far from saving now… …your crimes will see you SHACKLED!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

In a field of upturned crosses, beneath the broken tombs As dawn approaches funerals are closed The earth bemoans its losses as the Devil’s hand exhumes Warm spirits from their coffin-bound repose Phantoms wrapped in cloth, souls on wingless flight Their bodies, left to rot, indulge in pleasures foul Obscenities infernal Obsequies, eternal revelry As the pallid moon encroaches upon an opened crypt It stares beyond the maggots and decay For until dawn approaches, each cadaver is gripped With untapped lust and held within its sway Phantoms wrapped in cloth, souls on wingless flight Their bodies, left to rot, indulge in pleasures foul Obscenities infernal Obsequies, eternal revelry Flesh unshackled of all morals, for so long fettered taut Sinks deep into debauchery and sin And while the spirits quarrel in a paradise of sorts Below remains a carnival of skin

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025