Justus Ex Fide Vivit

When heirs of the horned shamelessly attack With charcoal-black fingers torturing the saints Instantly transformed into a mother of the horde. Funeral flames.. it's fate No drop of blood, no sound, just void. Eaten by the moment, satisfied hunger. The longing for the sun is intense Anyway, just hell controls it. And the witch will examine you with her blue eye Watching blue skies Where sun's bright light Eats through the heart Making place for Motherly Love. To examine and to annihilate. No drop of blood, no sound, just void The great journey has ended

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

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The hammer of bell pounded for the third time Pounded sixth seasl Under Nocturnal Woods Moon As the Master of Death ordered. For thirty three times saint's foot is stomping On the bones of the innocent... On the sculls of the guilty... It was an idea! Though hard nails are always The key for all the troubles. You have nails there is your solution for all the problems. And only one could dodge this menace But his 33 years old leg got into the wolf trap Into the trap... So be it... There are much deeper intensions We are talking about the creation of hell About the great Idea ...Anti-church manipulations.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

I am standing in naked forest And worship the clean ones! They smelll nice, I have to take a shower Were clean and bloody shower for my soul I can't survive without it! Choose: treason, betrayal or lie? I am ready to carry that cross, I have a story to tell ... Once, green faced devil came to me Whil she came on the broom stick, She didn't loved him much Though he dwelled, once unnoticed.. I am ready to carry that cross But only if it's made of priest bones Only if it weighted a ton of holly intestines. Red Magnet draws me near May my way will not interfere with radiant snow plates.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Candles are eternally fit No one knows the day from the night Gray haired time has fallen and dying Candles are fit.. for eternity... You slay that feeling and loose the world Murdered it's bigger than you You remain yourself, but lose a lot. And all the flowers you could be giving Are dead before you even try And things that are missed, appear as vanished candle. Here they are lit for eternity.. Margarita shall appear and say: ''Take a guess, whether the night has brought me or a day?''

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025