In the Devil’s Days
All comes undone. After rain comes no sun, leaving the earth to drown in the regret of its wrongs. Move quickly now across the vacuum of what once was, shifting slowly into dark. Worship. Netherworld. Cenotaphs rise, towering to the skies against the black horizon bending South. Caravan of souls. Lost, ambling, cold. Making their way to the gates of iron and stone, not gold. Worship. Netherworld. All Hail to the Netherworld. Shadows dance from the flames amongst faces and names, in the eyes of those vacant and pale. But hey, revel in this. Choices made in bliss letting the will and the world prevail. Worship. Netherworld. All Hail to the Netherworld.
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 22, 2026
As fog descends on aged graves - through shallow earth into old bones. Creeping unseen between the crypts; herald of dread, live as stone. Les Innocents. Eyes in the suffocating dark. Cold, decrepit, rotting tomb. World, flesh and Devil rise. Bathing in the Endtime gloom. Les Innocents. Mortui rising, white from grey. Mortui rising, lunar pale. Chilling crawl. Purge all life as gasping blight. Ancient and ritually aligned. All against the blazing light. Les Innocents.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
O, hail the great reaping scythe scraping the sky. The glorious dawn to rise in black to where spirits fly. And lo, below and behold - turning ashes cold. As we fall away to dust with faded eyes. We are the truth, the light, the blaze of the procession in the nave. We are the flame that lights the way to the seal upon your grave. O, hear the nails clicking on the wooden roof. The consummation of fire and the hoof. Ring in the new day - all faces turn to grey. Cry to heaven; nothing will improve. We are the truth, the light, the blaze of the procession in the nave. We are the flame that lights the way to the seal upon your grave. He is the wolf in the fray; of the fragile lost in their dismay. So clasp your hands, weep and pray. We are His light, he is the herald of decay. O, feel the darkness in our bones with centuries left. Settle in to earth and wait with long drawn baited breath. And lo, below and behold - we all turn cold. And what of life? What of life long bereft? We are the truth, the light, the blaze of the procession in the nave. We are the flame that lights the way to the seal upon your grave.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Into the fires of the night, as their glow is shining bright. A road trampled flat a thousand-fold before. We cast ourselves hopelessly upward to the doors. No comfort, no guiding voice. Count the stones and make your choice. Fall like our Lord of Flies. Into great tunnels of unlight. unholy glow is shining bright. Where do we look, for the grail has shattered now? Where do we look? The only way is down. No comfort, no guiding voice. Count the stones and make your choice. Fall like our Lord of Flies. One within the earth and one within the flesh of all fiends and vixens beneath the Star.. Its light slowly burns. O, how the world dies. And O, how the Horns rise.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The veils roll down as grey-stained glass. like blanketed fire, fading in dust. A shroud to see, a shroud to be. A shroud to stumble blindly through, infinitely. Like a winters day, with the summer stolen away. Crushing gloom, we all lose. With staff and cloak - sulphur rise from below. With robe and scythe - brimstone fall from the sky. With all relics scattered wide for none to see. Crown of black light - in the shadow on high.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Tread softly now, down the craggy stair our footsteps sound. Awaken no soul, rouse no ghoul, let the shades alone to roam. And with the Angel's wings to blot out the sun we press on through the eternal caverns of the one. Undying flame. Brightest star. Guide our way through your dark. Fingertips on ancient walls, with a blaze held high in iron staff. Illuminate His dwelling place, let our eyes be opened wide. With His annunciation He will undo all that is done. And with His sword He will rebalance all to none. Undying flame. Brightest star. Guide our way through your dark. Undying flame. Brightest star. Guide our way through your endless dark. To carry the lantern. To carry it in Hell.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Hold the candle high and let its fire blaze. Within five points to feel its strong and cleansing scathe. In the still a thousand burning torches blow - not a flicker to match the majesty below. Obscure the star - you won't get far. Great light. Glorious Light. Shine on me. God of light, play us your grand and elaborate theme. Blind all life with glare that only few will see. A thousand funerals all rolled into one. Bleed the void into the world, bleed it into the sun. Obscure the star - you won't get far. Great light. Glorious light. Shine on me.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I: HEREAFTER On the throne of the world under a sky of emerald unfurled. The nails of seraphim scratching across the bronzed crow. All in one, all in Him, treason bent, colours dim. It's hard to hear their sound when you're this far down. Heaven, so far away. Once bright, growing grey. Heaven, lurch and sway, his light fades away. Why have you not yet fled across the firmament to your tomb? All calls heard by the architect with the serpent in his hand. II: CORONATION Let the two celestial candles flicker and die in the howling wind. Cleanse this sphere in the darkness of your eyes. Rising soul-hammer from the vast abyss. A long time coming - not to be missed. Trade the heavenly lanterns with the reborn star and set the everlasting furnace aflame. Rejoin the dark flood - sea and sky to mould into the unlight's cage. Summon the fog to descend on the earth, making the graveyard it is to be - and pray for the black rains to pour on me. III: ...AND FROM THE DEVIL'S THRONE Angel of Flame, again become. SHadow and luminescence all as one. Bete Noire. Morning Star.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Infernal blaze. Wreathed in flame. The Dragon rises for all to treasure the name. Third of the Twelfth. All stand in awe. Arms to be outstretched and wiling - ancient universal law. Shining hallowed light. In the Devil's days walk astray. Right hand to follow the left - the holy way Shining hallowed light.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026