Portents, Omens & Doom
I was walking through the forest just the other day, Seducing any virgins that came my way, Dancing like a fucker around the altar stones, Revelling in the prophecy of the witches bones. Cause I love the lamp! I was jamming with the spirits at the grey sabbat, Watching all the witches kiss the devil's arse Fucking on the altar of the church in town Turning all the crosses upside down. When I was very young my master came to me, Said 'son you are the chosen one, alas this cannot be. Because smoking and tripping is all that you do, It's not your destiny. Fight the fire; control your desire Come now follow me.' When I grew in power The White Council summoned me, Said 'condemned you are, outlawd you are For your blasphemy.' But I hold here a lamp whose fire burns It burns eternally, The Lamp of Thoth The fire of my wrath - necromancy! I'm Satan's child And I'm running wild What you gonna do? I'm the devil's son And I'm on the run What you gonna do? Listen! I'll fall from grace, burn this hallowed place and forget your rules Down the left hand path I'll have the last laugh, and rule you fools I was walking through the land just the other day, Casting loadsa spells the old fashioned way, Enchanting all the women cursing all the men, Giving folks the jeebies, and the urge to sin Turning everything fertile into barren ground Causing all the rain to fall upside down Curdling all the milk and spoiling all the beer, Letting everyone know - the wizard's here
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 10, 2025
You wear the mark of the devil And oft' have been seen at midnight revel Your house my dear is bathed in shame A curse exists upon your name. Cause! Satan's price is not your life Or your bones - It's your soul You ride on the wings of doom Lure innocent men into your room Seduce them in a magic way And send those poor bastards to the grave. Do you believe in your mortal soul? Do you think you have control? Do you repent for your blasphemy? Take my hand, child come with me. Your closest friend is a goat On the souls of the sacrificed you gloat Your beauty's strength is in fear Woe to he who gets too near
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 18, 2026
There she stands all the grace of the fallen one Enchantress, sorceress, gorgon Entranced eyes, mock surprise, a medusa stare, Tower of fire, her desire, I find her there. Dark angel, black siren, an ebon maid, She calls through her realm to the unafraid, Here I stand, sword in hand I could end it all, But strange whispers and desires Through the night they call Unholy spells, deep wells of the ancient ones Her incantations rotate around a thousand suns Shameless eyes fill with light from the waning moon Will she ride, will she fly on the wings of doom? Her raven hair floats there like a restless sea, Her face a dying star promise of agony, Absolved, my resolve turns to dust, And I fall in defeat to an age old lust
Submitted by The Void — Nov 10, 2025
This is, the house of Doom, Your death, will be coming soon, That thought dead, Comes out to play, A grave (very grave) holiday Come with me, and then you will see, The price of, immortality This is, the mansion of death The boulevard, of all regret A timeless coughing of zeitgeist, Where the spirit of an age, lies Who's that who creeps up the stairway behind you? Is it the ghost of love affairs lost? A grey evil Eros with bow love barbed arrows Claiming revenge for hopes you have crushed? All hail the master geometric eccentric Carving the paths that we ghosts must walk And easing the intersex in concrete genitalia To house fluids in marble and spirit in dust This is, the house of doom - The only ghosts (really) Are the one who came with you So name your evils, pantheonize Your gods, your martyrs graceless - Fallen, despised. When you despair of the toads that salute you And abhorrently drink of their bile and their greed Decide in your wisdom that hopping is more fun Do walk like a man is a sign of disease. Time to update thee with spiritual software And destroy the virus that plagues for your side Enter the house son whose walls are of fire whose hellish foundations are burned in your mind. My mind is a creaky corridor Wherein a single monstrous draught invades the gloom Its rancid air stained with ash And its heart beat a blackened lung Whose ripped fissures impede the transivity of all weary travellers Cancerous shapes malign the air And dirty molecules gather dust like onerous dogs Who sate their lust to feed for war Whilst the doors are barbed, with hastily spun webs of... Something obsidian... Something crystal... A jewelled combination of dirt and dust and deprivation Beautifully deathly whispers dwell in far off chambers Floating above like ships of gossamer on a rancid sea Gently, angelic sprites mock those who have lost their way.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 10, 2025
Hey you! You motherfucking Whore, You're going to burn, there's blood on Satan's claw Hey you! You motherfucking whore, You're going to burn, there's blood on Satan's claw - now! Yeah! Alright! Blood on Satan's claw now! Yeah! Hold tight! Hey there little girl, in your little world, Dreaming of the fire I'm on high again, dreaming of sin Awash with desire I just want to be free Cleanse me of this misogyny! Hey there Hecate, trinity replay Don't you dream of time? You say the world revolves What the hell does that solve In the face of Divine? Hey there little witch Scratch this fucking itch Tame this beast aflame Virgin of burning halls Goddess of fiery walls Cleanse me with his name! Bullseye!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 10, 2025
Sorcerous fires engulfe us but Alchemy raise them up I have strange symbols in my mind, oh dear girl Wash the dirt from your eyes, and relish the final sigh What fate ordains, the innocent will entertain - rise again. Whe stand upon the dawn, The dawn of a brand new age Where ghosts they walk, their spirits raised They can now be master: now that your God is dead Weep not for forgiveness - ssh! - don't beg Oh, come with me my love into stranger realms, Your eyes shine with wondrous fires from hell, No spirit may wrest us, asunder you and I Whilst other names fade, my love - ours remain There's new places around us, Concealed in strange angles From where our true masters hail A tesseract dimension A field of joyful pain Where we can begin again Rise again now! Share this pain now! Can I contain such beauty Within this sacrifice? We travel together on this knife Your soul's my canvas Inside you is my paint, Artist and subject, Share a fate Rise again now! Share this pain now! - Under the gaslight her gaze reaches for heaven her eyeballs heaving at the roof of her sockets trying to emulate the way the grass seeps through the splintering cracks of the pavement to escape into to the world above; an operating table is now an altar. She understands not the strange names of old Gods and the invocations of other dimensions - only the swift tickle of the knife as she gazes at organs she never knew she had, and marvels distantly at the crimson splendour of her true personality - From this weird dimension I am but a shadow cast But for now my dear, call me Jack, And you're forever my Mary Together we'll always be Beyond this silhouette and solid. Oh, come with me my love into stranger realms, Your eyes shine with wondrous fires from hell, No spirit may wrest us, asunder you and I Whilst other names fade, my love - ours remain - As she is in the final stages of her ecstasy, I ponder the meaning of the signs her flesh has granted to me, but They, wondrous and legion, call me back into distant and abstract spaces -
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 10, 2025
The hidden servant in you heeds our call You didn't even realise you were in thrall Where once was will now you'll find Our evil imperative is in your mind Signs esoteric form in your brain Our secret purpose bursts into flame There's going to be murder today You bear the mark. You will obey! Through the fog filled streets my dear Follow the lull of pipes that only you hear And there he is your victim so unaware As are thee as you murder him there In your entranced eyes you kill in the dark Forces unknown compel your rage to start A murderous spirit creeps into your brain You bear the mark. You will obey! Oh yeah! Let's get masonic, baby! The bliss of ignorance is our gift to you The power of radiance - you are an expendable tool An instrument of death for a hidden clan Doomed to die, by your own hand You will raise the knife to your throat And like a sacrifice, like a goat You will die as a tribute to us You will obey - The Lamp of fucking Thoth
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 10, 2025
In the nocturn hours by Albion's seas Mist-filled beings call to me Do you recall, how we stood tall? In league with Satan one and all! When the forest burned, with the pentagram And the lustful danced to the pipes of Pan The people there bent to my will And with their souls I chain them still! My friends are building, the wickerman The doom-filled mourning of the grey sabbat The children calling Satan's name The past is falling pagan daze yeah! The endless mirth, of the sacrifice Endeared to lunacy I took your life When all we heard, was the drum beat loud Under Satan we stood proud Come, come and come, come to the sabbat my children! Under the mists of doom we walk the silver path Through the crushed and negated moment of eternity And, upon fey stone altars, reared by long dead giants Exert upon our countenance, the Grin of the Grey Goat! And so we leave this spectacle with all its strange pageantry For I fear I may write no more The wind howls at my window and there are demons at my door All my youth, and adult life I have striven the Devil to raise And now at last the Hornéd One comes forth, my soul to claim!
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 10, 2025
A palm of vengeance - A hand of doom A bony finger - Point's to your most secret room An Ivory key - And past we go Resist me not - My dear fellow A talisman of power A path straight to your heart Where I shall devour, That which you've kept apart, And all your secrets, will be laid bare Your darkest thoughts at which I'll stare With the Hand of Glory! A stroll through your house, In the dead of night A great man helpless Prostrate under a hand of fright Your woman lies dead Your house is torn And so I bid you adieu, And leave you so forlorn. I greet your dancing demons - With a curt hello And readily ignore them - And invisible now I go All's fair in love and war And sorcery And so now I proceed To take your soul away from Thee
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 10, 2025
Die on your knees like a dog, you fucking heretic! Behold the splintered skull, of your god Smashed by a lunatic! Satan's Hammer! Choke on the bile of belief, and the mucus of martyrdom Your philosophy is disease, and disease is my domain Satan's Hammer! Down it falls Weighs a ton Crushes hope, In your heart Devil's fires Enshrine your soul Ideals fall Set in soul A god dethroned You're a nail The flesh of Christ Embraces you Wretch, as you drink my poison the mead of poetry, Hung all alone with death and the bliss which is solitude Rise like a lord, like a duke, like the king of gallows Weep for your world, for your love, never the same again
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 10, 2025