I, Devourer

Arise from your mortal slumber Hear the words of the Eater of Worlds Obey the creed of the Great Devourer Abbadon, chained to his iron throne I, herald of ruinous ends Serve the master of un-creation Bring upon you a birthright to claim O Prophet of the Void Open your eyes Your legacy's nigh A pledge forged in blood, stone and ice From the lord of the Stygian Depths Adorn your breast with strength of his rage Unleash it on the treacherous human race As herald of ruinous ends Serve the master of un-creation Bring upon the human stain A reckoning… an end to all things! Behold The prophecy unfolds As the ancient scripts foretold Apollyon reborn Destroyer of all Go Prophet of the void Seek the gates to Netherworld Break the spells of the stygian seals Unleash almighty Abbadon! Humanity has thrived On the grace of borrowed time While the master lays caged Through the ages No more! The strength of his armies grows The earth trembles with the drones Of the locust horde's fervor For the battle to come And when all man has died Your place by his side Arise! Awake from your half-life existence Deny not mankind's unmaking You are chaos-born, entropy, the hand of fate made flesh O, herald of ruinous ends Serve the master of un-creation Bring upon the human stain A reckoning… an end to all things Behold The prophecy unfolds As the ancient scripts foretold Apollyon reborn Destroyer of all Go Prophet of the void Seek the gates to Netherworld Break the spells of the stygian seals Unleash almighty Abbadon! Go Prophet of the void Seek the gates to Netherworld Break the spells of the stygian seals Unleash Abbadon! Arise!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Caked in ice-cold sweat as I wake My spectral visitor fades… His words cascade through sleepless dreams into a waking nightmare Who was that man before me? Not man… more devil or demon… or did my eyes deceive me? Leaving my senses jarred… My sanity scarred! Dark thoughts exude my being Can his words go unheeded? What is so precious in this life that merits kindness or mercy? I might be righteous fury I might be unjustified The promise of sweet oblivion at the side of the Destroyer I am tempted And yet I am terrified Will I descend into madness? Or answer a higher calling? Take your place Dread Messiah! Will I descend into madness or become the Dread Messiah? In the warm dark of my cell where shadows rake at my mind… my nails tear at my flesh to let me know that I’m still here I might be righteous fury I might be unjustified Will I descend into madness? Or answer a higher calling? Take your place Dread Messiah! Will I descend into madness or become the Dread Messiah? For gain For my selfish gain… Will I be vilified? Through pain, through man’s destruction… Will l be purified? Am I the chosen one or am I the unwitting pawn? The promise of sweet oblivion at the side Abaddon Am I the chosen one or am I the unwitting pawn? The promise of sweet oblivion at the side of the Destroyer Who was that man before me? My spectral visitor. Can his words go unheaded? What in this life merits kindness or mercy? Unwitting pawn? I am the chosen one

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

So there I stood, exalting in the lurid revelation… my purpose, my destiny echo from an ancient time where I once lived… where I once died Memories unrepressed, they flood my mind… I am swept away by a torrent bringing with it the debris of hundreds of past lifetimes with vividness that belies reality I am a reincarnation of origins unremembered… so I swim against the current of the flow of eternity… my muscles burn, but each stroke brings me closer to the source The putrid stench of failure permeates in the river mist, and yet… through the stink… I detect it… like sweet ambergris… intoxicating, addictive… This is the scent of vengeance Back through time, I swam to the banks of the Nile where I saw the city In an age that knew no pharaoh, no human king… ten thousand years before the rise of the false human civilization… she stood with her proud ziggurats and towers … ruled by mighty gods… Gods with unspoken names The city streets were slick with blood, the gods demanded flesh the dark cravings of the unholy Human slaves from the holding pens are led to their deaths sacrificed by curved bronze knife, their corpses piled by the score Never to be grieved Passed to the hands of the Necropriest Abaddon… the Stealer of Souls… Animator of the Dead… General of the Locust Horde The fallen rise Through vilest rites Purged of life Carved by knife The Dark Ones feast On the souls of the weak The fallen rise with Abaddon’s might In the inner sanctum of the City of the Dead The Magus and his coven hold council searching for the weaknesses of the Ones with Unspoken Names covetous of greater power, yet fearful of the priesthood By twist of fate, they found the keys to the Nethergate A portal to the world beneath An eternal prison… Abaddon and the Locust Horde will be no more They conspired That on this night The tides would turn The city would burn The slaves will rise The gods will die The priesthood crushed The horde ground into dust I ran through the ancient corridors of the city’s catacombs stumbling, tripping in the abysmal dark until I was lost like a fool Abaddon! Beware their deception! I carried on in the labyrinth till a blessed breeze of fresh air guided my way out… I scurried through the city streets I must not fail! Breathless, frustrated, too late… I saw them with Abaddon leave through the city gate They conspired That on this night The tides would turn The city would burn No!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

They led him through the desert to the gate of the Netherworld The Magus and the Coven of Six… disguised as loyal servants Liars! I followed close behind This treachery will not go unanswered!... Thus Apollyon pledges! Their arcane verses carried through the night Their voices made the hairs of my neck rise I saw their witchery seal the Gate I stood there watching… waiting for something Waiting for a signal, for a sign Abaddon! Your true servant is here! Hidden from the eyes of the betrayers I witnessed the confinement of my master behind the stygian seals… locked forever Abaddon, give me a sign! Abaddon… Master… Hear my prayers... Abaddon… On bended knees… I pledge myself to you The hours turned to days… the days to weeks… months... seven years… seen only by Sibu, Sahu and Sopdit... Prostrate in the sand before the gate, waiting for your word, your will, your blessing Flail in hand I make thee offerings Each strike rending flesh from my body Each shred of fragile flesh falls in your name... Crimson the sand… sand stained with my blood My blood! Seven years, Abaddon, answer me! Seven years, Abaddon… your loyal servant will set you free! Seven years, Abaddon, answer me! Seven years, Abaddon… grant me power, I beg of thee! Flail in hand I make thee offerings… each strike rending flesh from my body… each shred of fragile flesh falls in your name… crimson the sand… sand stained with my own blood! My blood! My body bled dry, mutilated my flesh Starved and blistered till nothing is left But for you, my master, I would do this again, and again a thousand times! Is there salvation or delusion in death? Your voice in my head serves to quicken my breath Your wrath and your hatred infuse me with strength to avenge you a thousand times! The Magus… the coven… will answer for their crimes! Avenged a thousand times!

Vengeance meted through the assassination of the coven across time! I stood before the Nethergate… my strength returned Fortified by the voice in my head Promising to forgive my failures Promising penance through righteous murder Now I see what it was the herald meant Now I see for what it is I was destined Now I know what it is I must do Now I know I must prepare for the fall of man And with man’s fall As the Herald foretold I will be saved... redeemed Forward through time The eternal flow sweeps my mind With the grim purpose Of hundreds of lifetimes In the many forms of Apollyon, we saw victory, we saw defeat Now this sacred duty is mine to bear, I see six of seven seals The one belongs to the Magus Vengeance meted through the assassination of the coven across time! To the streets, I took my knife, I tracked him down Waited for the moment when he was alone I, the predator, he the prey I stuck it in his back when he least expected! I felt no pity when his wounded body hit the floor I pinned him with my knees and ran my blade across his jugular I savored every moan, every jerk of his final death throes I rolled him onto his back… I carved the flesh just above his wrists and hacked and broke through the bones… his arms just stumps, I had both Bloodied knife, bloodied hands And with man’s fall, I will be redeemed In the many forms of Apollyon We saw victory, we saw defeat Now this sacred duty is mine to bear I have claimed all seven seals and the Magus’ severed hands

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Time stands still before the storm Alive! Alive, I have wakened… all those years spent wilting to nothing… and now, my crowning moment Enactment of the ritual… The blackest rite to fulfill the darkest pledge Let the flames consume the mage of earthly flesh and bone Let his ash, in candle light, by the winds be claimed and strewn Let these words of power unlock the gate to Netherworld “Vash Na’Rekht Nar’Gath Vash Na’Rath Kah Lhey Mas” In the twilight hour let the prophecy unfold “Vash Na’Rath Kah Lhey Mas Vash Na’Rul Ar’Ghaal” Reveling in my blood lust for the coming end to all things Mankind will learn to Woe the light A glorious night Woe the light The end is nigh Reveling in my blood lust for the coming end to all things Behold the Gate slide open! The winds claim the ash… Smouldering, forgotten… Smoke from the wick of a blackened tallow stump Woe the light A glorious night Woe the light The end is nigh The end has arrived Time stands still before the storm The cycle ends now I am prepared… ready for the astral journey into the gate to the world beneath where no corporal form may enter unscathed I am prepared… and destiny awaits with open arms Time stands still before the storm

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Mists of the Nether enshroud me Sever me from this empty husk Unfurl this mortal coil Lift me beyond my humanity Carry me through the Stygian Depths Take me to the Iron Throne Where the master is chained to cold stone Stonework unworn through the centuries Carved with sigils of the Betrayer and his host... who’s foulest of sorceries bind thee But lo, I come on shadowed wings Your servant to set you free And bring the worms to their knees! Behold the severed hands of the magus! Witness, hordes of Abaddon, as I break the magic seals Gaze upon the blood of man in rapture The annals of Adam’s sons draw to a final close Yet your soul weeps for them morose No! These are lies! Lies! They all had to die! Shades of my memories haunt my waking dreams Be gone, blasphemous thoughts, I tire As was decreed, I will rule supreme! (So why can’t you shut out their screams? So it has been written So it must be done What’s done is done (You are undone) What’s done is done (You are undone) What’s done is done (You are undone) I am undone! What have I done?

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

The mystic chains are broken His tethers finally severed Behold his shriveled corpus Stir on the iron throne As your soul fills his body You will come to be reborn as one with the swarm We are the Locust Horde! Our lord regains his vigor Praised be his dark virulence We are his tools of ruin Weapons of man’s destruction We are man’s fears embodied We are the spawn of nightmares We bear his seed of madness Of plague and strife and bloodshed War! There will be war! War! Glory through countless battles Plague! Disease and rot will flourish Death! Slaughter the sons of Adam Fear! The onslaught of the swarm! Last of reincarnates… Apollyon Your soul consumed by Abaddon Now disincarnate, your consciousness extended to the hive mind Giving life to the lord of death War! Glory through countless battles Plague! Disease and rot will flourish Death! Slaughter the sons of Adam Fear! The onslaught of the swarm! Last of reincarnates… Apollyon Your soul consumed by Abaddon Your consciousness absorbed by the horde Assimilated to become as one with the swarm We are the bringers of death! Our lord regains his vigor Praised be his dark virulence We are his tools of ruin Weapons of man’s destruction We are man’s fears embodied We are the spawn of nightmares We bear his seed of madness Of plague and strife and bloodshed The mystic chains are broken His tethers finally severed Behold his shriveled corpus Stir on the iron throne Restored by your life’s essence Fear not your mortality As your soul fills his body You will come to be reborn as one with the swarm We are the Locust Horde! Praised be the Devourer of Worlds Glory be to the bringers of death! Devastate them! Annihilate them! Desecrate them! Glory to us! Devastate them! Annihilate them! Desecrate them! Send them all back to the void! Behold his once mortified splendor Our lord is returned…

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Banished into the infernal dark for ages Ten thousand years, I have burned in this cage Once I was mortal, a sorcerer vile High Necropriest to the gods of the Nile Death’s embrace could never take hold of one whose powers shook the pillars of the world! I was as God! Tragedy By foul deceit betrayed The Magus and his treacherous Coven of Six bound me! I, devourer of souls I, devourer of flesh I, devourer of lives I, devour mankind Come forth and bow Before your lord For I have unleashed My fury through disease "To kill and to crush" The words of my creed None shall live None shall breath All will die! All will die! Ten thousand years Imprisoned and weak Released and unleashed I'll shatter your world! O, so long I've burned up inside My rage and my wrath herald the end of your time Ten thousand years Of prayers and pleas Will not save you from The Armageddon to come! Victory, greatest of victories! The might of the Locust Horde And my minions of the nether-depths rejoice in the fall of the world Since man awoke in the valley of time, the hope in his eyes I have loathed And now the final battle is won… behold man's jaded eyes close Now you know The strength of your lord For I have unleashed My fury through disease "To kill and to crush" The words of my creed None shall live None shall breath All will die! I, devourer of souls I, devourer of flesh I, devourer of lives I, devour mankind

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

The night sky yields to the misty dawn The birdsong surrenders to the clamor of a procession That marches along a forest of tombstones To where the earth readily awaits to greet their dead Mist won’t veil these tears What’s left to fear? I will mourn my love Under the dim sky How proud you lie Sleep with calm, my love Fate stole you from me But your memory Will live on, my love Our bond ends not here I know you’ll be near I’ll wait for you in my dreams In my dreams But What comes after the night? Will the day bring regrets? What if tomorrow never comes? We’ll know tomorrow We’ll see tomorrow Won’t grieve what might have been If tomorrow never comes But Tomorrow What comes after the night? We’ll see tomorrow Will the day bring regrets? Won’t grieve what might have been If tomorrow never comes Mist won’t veil these tears What’s left to fear? I will not grieve If tomorrow never comes Our bond ends not here I know you’ll be near I’ll see you in dreams If tomorrow never comes Tomorrow Never Comes

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025