The Gorgon Cult
This track is instrumental.
It's getting close to midnight the ritual shall begin raise all the burning torches to the queen of the moon Hecate, whose name is howled at night at the crossroads where three roads meet let her take you down to the underworld Hear as I invoke the name of the wise old crone who knows curses and death and does not fear them, no! Mother of darkness reveal me the secrets of your shrine tonight! It's getting close to midnight the ritual shall begin raise all the burning torches to the queen of the moon three faces, one goddess dancing with dead souls by the light of the stars Dance with me beyond the Styk, where the crossroad is placed where Persephone is enthroned dance with me Hecate "Bright goddess who walks in darkness, to you is sacred the snake which casts off its skin to live again, the black dog howling at the everchanging Moon and the eternal yew, which brings both life and death. Hecate, shine upon us!" Only your touch of wisdom can light the souls on their path while walking through the Kingdom of the Shades She who holds the knife that cuts the thread from life and death I pray! It's getting close to midnight the ritual shall begin raise all the burning torches to the queen of the moon three faces, one goddess dancing with dead souls by the light of the stars "Triple one, I entreat your presence at these sacred rites, hear my call, descend from your throne and release the songs of thy granite stones"
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
"Drag the witch to the forest, so that she wont do any harm again. Don't let her get away, hold her! Tie her to the stake!" "None of you will ever be safe from me, you can kill me, but I just won't go!" And in the silence she spoke her curse "Executioner, quick! Come, bring the mask the iron mask that will send her back to hell" And a creepy mask was brought, it had devilish features and spikes on the inside, it was put to her face then a hammer was brought, God no! Putrid flesh still so alive mangled face still holds its charm consumed by rot she waits to feed again a leach, a living dead Those who pass by take my advice and hurry home before sunset "Executioner, quick! Come, bring the mask" No mask will send this demon back to hell [Inspired by Mario Bava's "La Maschera Del Demonio"]
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
There is a house in London Where even in winter time the windows are always open wide There is a house in London Where incense burns at all hours concealing a much less pleasant smell A sour stench that mingles with the scent of burning oil There in Melrose Avenue so many guests come and go some come to stay Some of the guests come to stay At one hundred ninety five so many people come and go but too many guests come to stay Neatly lined under the boards of the floor Summertime the maggots are crawling everywhere smoke can't keep the flies away Dennis finds harder to tidy up the house Tossing salt upon the rotten flesh wiping it away to rid the bodies of worms extracting bowels, liver, heart, and lungs dissecting corpses, packing limbs and head to carry them easily to their funeral pyre
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
Samnites, the bravest breed of Mother Earth thousands of warriors hungry for revenge swearing to reach the victory or to die gallantly axes in hands Under the holy curtain they become as one Those who dared to refuse the sacred ritual: their lifes were taken by the soldiers' knives slaughtering the cowards with no pride, in front of all the crowd no one was spared Sixty thousand chosen men for war were gathered Sixty thousand golden shields were held overhead shining bright "over this battlefield 'till the last drop of blood we'll fight gods, take our souls with you, hear the oath of the legion" Fearless the legion is marching for the honour of the Samnites Under the holy curtain they become as one [In remembrance of the "Legio Linteata" (Aquilonia, 203 a.C.)]
Beyond the northern ocean where the lake Tritonis is placed there she lays since timeless ages we hail you Medusa we are the Gorgon cult She, somber keeper chosen by Persephone to guard the wastelands of Hades Not yet immortal feared by the humans her burning sight could turn flesh to stone Let us drink the blood of Gorgon Perseus' blade took her life but the myth lived on and on thousand names are celebrating the Gorgon Medusa a legend never dimmed She, somber guardian chosen by Persephone to keep the wastelands of death Not yet immortal a human no more Athena's curse sealed her doom once the brightest among women, for her vanity she was punished condemned to suffer 'till the end 'till a schyte gave her peace the sharpened iron gave her peace Still we let her tale survive in the heart of every man we know that existence ends not with the body but with faded memories Medusa
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Let me tell you a story happened to me that changed my life and will chill the blood in your veins Lonely I was roaming unaware of what could lurk beyond the hills hidden in twilight's shades Chutulu's spawn older then time and space themselves through the cellar floor it rises Chutulu's spawn a twisted geometry in her sight The horror The sky turned to black I reached for a near shelter, a gloomy house where an old host was keeping a grim tale He told me about the girl who stole the soul of his son, she led the house to ruin and pain and still she haunt that place: Chutulu's spawn older then time and space themselves through the cellar floor it rises Chutulu's spawn I must escape from this dark mansion Terror rising Her long black hair it seemed to live Reminding the ancient myth of Medusa "Do you want to see the: thing upstairs?" was the old man daring me? "Stare at her portrait and she will come back to life" and the painting started to move: again: and again: and again As I saw her image I understood the truth was more than meets the eye She incarnated the ancient ones that should not exist the unholy Necronomicon's forgotten breed Possessed by fear I found my hand wielding the gun shooting with frantic speed 'till the painting was destroyed I ran away from that place and later on the road a farmer told me that that house was burnt six years ago [Inspired by the novel "Medusa's Coil", written by H.P. Lovecraft and Zealia Bishop (May 1930)]
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
Seven deadly sins Seven ways to win Seven holy paths to hell And your trip begins Seven downward slopes Seven bloodied hopes Seven are your burning fires, Seven your desires... I am he the bornless one The fallen angel watching you Babylon, the scarlet whore I'll infiltrate your gratitude Don't you dare to save your son Kill him now and save the young ones Be the mother of a birth strangled babe Be the devils own, Lucifer's my name Moonchild - hear the mandrake scream Open the seventh seal Moonchild - You'll be mine soon child Moonchild - take my hand tonight I count the heads of those unborn The accursed ones I'll find them all If you die by your own hand As a suicide you shall be damned And if you try to save your soul I will torment you - you shall not grow old With every second and passing breath You'll be so alone your soul will bleed to death The twins they are exhausted, seven is the night Gemini is rising as the red lips kiss to bite Seven angels seven demons battle for his soul When gabriel lies sleeping, this child was born to die One more dies one more lives One baby cries One mother grieves For all the sins you will commit You'll beg forgiveness and none I'll give A web of fear shall be your coat To clothe you in the night A lucky escape for now young man But I see you damned in endless night.
Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 08, 2025
They drink your blood and suck your skin fathers of all sin they pray the gods their soul to keep the wolves who hunt the sheep they rip your stomach off in pain and they eat the remains The rotten core that lies within their half-dimensioned brains It's growing underground their bloody game to cut in two the exported minds :the horror they stitch them to theirs too: The ignorant the worst of all in human sphere so low, so near smashing our highest splendour entangled deep in our minds During the day your brain they'll find and in the night your brain they'll grind they feast on your capacities and suck success down on their knees! We'll rise from down below
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025