Arcane Path

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The fire that leaves no scars sears my flesh It fills me with fear and wonder An heir to the secret power An heir to the flame I am adept in the ancient Well versed in the arcane The blood of the chosen flows within me It fills me with strength and passion As fire, through my veins The knowledge I've acquired It burns and consumes me And reveals what eyes can't see As a furnace fuelled with flame The power that I've acquired It permeates and animates me And raises me to transcendency

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Shrouded in obscurity, forces of divinity Burning light and majesty Beyond apprehension, empirical cognition Servants of the immortal throne Ever acting for the will of enthroned deity Never ceasing, never tiring Endless execution of their obscure rites Before the altar of the ancient one As the shining ones to thee pay their homage I shall bend my knee in fervent worship I will take the oath that there shall be no other And with this flesh, may your will be done Their visages are as the burning light of purity Terror and fear beyond compare The beating of their wings is the roaring of the ocean Their ardor belongs to the lord of Sabaoth Songs never cease to ring throughout the temple As the smoke from the altar fills the air Their voices sound like the crushing weight of thunder As their hordes sing praise to the ancient one Hordes, of fiery creatures, of ancient beings, that eyes can't see Droves, of mighty warriors, almighty's agents, defend the chosen Hosts, of divine legions, the dread armies, serve my master Swarms, surrounding me, upholding me, protecting me As the shining ones to thee pay their homage I shall bend my knee in fervent worship I shall take the coal unto me that is offered And with its fire shall this flesh be cleansed

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Can the mind of man withstand the terrors Of the unseen world, And his flesh endure the radiance Yet not be consumed? Has the gate not opened by the keys of Solomon who Sought the power Of the unknown horrors. Yet amongst the beasts What dwells beyond us Is the ancient Lord of Terrors Whose hand is long When his burning eye which never tires Is upon us We feel the ancient power and The horrors he commands Cast about his throne are ancient armies He destroyed when They withstood him, worshipped demons And lifted up their Bael How could lowly Dagon bear the terror That consumed him The god did scream As he was devoured Cast not upon the Lord of Terrors Can your will bind his ancient power He who rules over the realms of chaos He whose lidless eye never grows tired For amid the wretched fires of Moloch did the Scourge of wrath Destroy and burn His immortal flesh away And the howls of Ammon feral demon Have been silenced And his flame has been extinguished His power stolen away The high places are in ruin From his molten wrath Burning as a furnace Gods withstood him not And they shrunk in horror As he destroyed them all Upon this infected earth Filled with immortal blood Ancient powers have fallen Though the gate is opened By the keys of Solomon The powers live in fear of the flame

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

With anthropomorphic certainty I enthrone my deity Inevitable reality Raised within mine own mind In the resemblance of me God is my will's extrusion It is I who has created him And my will shall be done Should I not worship him And so honor myself And when I bow I praise the one To whom I give Life The pleasure that I feel in worship is my own The prayers of my heart are offered to myself How could I not Create myself as God The substance of my faith is grounded in desire The essence of my faith is the form of myself How can I escape This emotive state I adorned myself with jewels With gold and finery Clothe myself in purple I raise myself an altar Petition my desires There is no God unless I am he

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

My flesh bears the plague Unleashed by man Corruption prevails Consume this body with decay Its tendrils are lithe Piercing within To the spectral heart of man My mind burns with fire Unbound in my soul Corruption prevails To fill my heart with hate Is it disease Or is it become Inseparable from me? Enslaved to the passion Ignited within Tasting the power Of this depravity Am I Am I the master Of my own Destiny Am I Am I the pawn Of this plague that I bear Have I Have I be born As the As the scion Of hate Of my hate And this infirmity My flesh writhes with disease My mind rots with dementia My will embraces desolation The love of decay consumes me

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

City of man, built by thieves, arrayed in splendor Stealing away the souls of men for your own pleasure Casting down their spent lives, you eat their flesh Consuming all, redeeming none, filled with death Church of wealth, built by blood, filled with pain Raping your own little ones for cursed gain Cannibal, entrap your prey, consume your fill Helpless, they relied on you to protect their youth Have you not secured the lowest regions of Hell Have you not secured the lowest regions of Hell Has this not ensured your endless torment The distraught you leave in your own wake of chaos They shall one day arise and rip your flesh Then will their angels rejoice in their justice On that day will the grave take the apostate That day shall wounded souls deal their torment Do not go unto her all you who are weary For your soul shall find only decay, torment, disease, and ill Nor offer to her your soothing comforts For evil has purchase of her heart and she has become Forsaken

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Welcome to my lair Where I have slain the mighty And tasted the blood of the righteous The ashes and remains Of their rotted flesh Is fetid on the breath of my mouth I am the tempter The alluring lech and harlot I call as a siren unto all Come and taste Of my wine and secret pleasures Surrender your will unto me Embrace the night To share my gifts Bow unto me Love me and despair I am the lust That festers like a wound And poisons your mind with every thought I am the hunger That weakens your resolve And consumes your heart and soul I offer you all the pleasures of your flesh Just bow and give your worship to me I offer you all the luxury of wealth Just swear your allegiance to me I will give you all your heart desires But you will be bound unto me Abandon all hope Ye who enter here For mine is the gateway to Hell My snares will entangle And my claws grip your flesh And you will become my thrall

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Hidden in the groves Where once burned pagan fires The chosen ones have gathered to perform The rites of ancient scriptures Founded in the blood Of our martyred dead All about the darkened night Lit only by our fires The acolytes are summoned We complete our ancient task To spill immortal blood All will satisfy their thirst and drink Gathered in the presence Of the ancient one I will partake in deity

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

When I in the season of autumn in my life I expect to die and pass on from death to life Though this flesh rots and decays and falls from the bone The lot of my days won't be to lie in the grave The worm down in the earth consumes not my essence The grave, the tomb, holds no sway on me, impotent Sinews reknit and joints made anew, mind awake This corpse will live, not to die or grow sick again In my twilight hour I am assured that though I die I will face to face see the ancient one And in my rebirth I shall arise to taste of life And death will have no victory When my hour has come to pass on and I meet death I will awake in the ancient halls of glory And when mighty legions go forth to purge the earth My flesh will groan in the grave, for its time has come

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The ancient dead have surrounded me Their fleshless hands are upholding me Such a great cloud of the dead elect They held the flame, passed it unto me Tortured and killed by heathen hands Facing their death, they did not recant I can endure and remain to the end I am a nexus for the dead and man Tasting death and tasting sorrows Yet they did endure Facing torment, facing judgment Yet I shall endure I am promised my own portion Of the weight they bore I embrace the pain and suffering For me that's assured The ancient dead have surrounded me and they strengthen me Their fleshless hands are upholding me with their firm grasp Their lives were spent for the hidden truths that belong to me I am one of the few who was chosen for this arcane path

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Death comes so slowly in this torment As I fall prey to your disease My flesh slowly rots and falls away In pestilential decay Realm of disease cast you sickness over me Love of decay is plaguing me Madness comes quickly in this torment As I fall prey to your disease My mind succumbs to its dementia Consuming what was left of me Enslaved by my desires Burning hate inside of me Revealed by my confession The depths of depravity Shadows and wraiths fill my mind Their commands are my will Are they specters of my creation? Or am I enslaved in their skill? As I lay groaning here my thoughts again return To those times before this plague Was I an innocent who has become infected? Or am I a scion of infirmity?

Submitted by The Void — Feb 08, 2026