Ceremony

For these years you have been given You may go whichever way you want You may perform any ritual you wish Whether you recognize it for what it is or not There are consequences— Consequence of health of your spirit You will not escape this It is not a warning it is a promise

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Commence the ritual So has the prophecy been foretold It is not a warning it is a promise No one can escape what we are born for No one can escape What holds the future bound with certainty We cannot know for sure unless we move forward Unless we move forward Alas for the ritual to end A new ceremony we must begin Now with these words we are released To fulfill the prophecy To restore harmony

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

What the rats and roaches do consume Concern not in the interest of beasts Their bones and their bodies decay with the Earth And return for the world to repeat and feed Feasting on rot from the filth they rise Carrion swarm with flies Circling the flame of burning corpses Into the grave So we return to the ancient way Before fools were unafraid When the mockery Would not make the foolish feel unashamed Thosе who imitate, like brainless apеs They clinch their first and smash the glass and beat their chest They beat their chest, chanting while they bash their heads And so ensues the war of man and beast

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

And once again The misguided wish to accelerate their own demise Freedom to reject the truth is freedom to be blind Who can deny the ancient call will meet a most torturous fate When the grave meets the sky Grave meets the sky Once again all the signs go unrecognized Once again all the signs go unrecognized The day has come and now the flames engulf the world With all the weight of every sin Evil beckons in control God damnеd the search of salvation in man The bеast claims the land and we wait As the flames engulf As the flames engulf, I pray As the flames engulf, I pray

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Chaos and confusion colliding to conspire for Transmutation of disease that dwells within Hopelessly enamored with the horror of desire Diseases of the soul the self inflicts Truth has been disfigured and contorts to any shape it may befall The truth has become buried Now only few can recognize its ancient call Blinded by the weight of deceit increasing So who can deny the ancient call? Spoken only in whispers now before death and beforе sleep Quietly the soul departs for thosе who rest in peace Who can deny the ancient call?