Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite
I ceremonially predicted your distress I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial It has not been visited by the sun Not been carved with an iron knife Let no man lay it bare While the waning moon wanders Let not misled men remove it.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Per lapidis hoc signum Fugiat procul omne malignum.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 18, 2026
Immemorial parchment skin... what horror fills your scrolls! All exegeses of the foulest words failed to proclaim what your lines unfold In darkest chambers of celestial dust All despondency found a written word Out of silent elysian libraries Emerged God's ensanguined bestiaries... Pictured occidental beasts, aeons of filthiest glory, liquefied in sacred ink Those impure fables seem to ruefully conceal a primordial holy instinct Ancestors ruined descendants In Amok against all wisdom and salvation Eschatological testimonies Composed God's ensanguined bestiaries... Furthermore is there a beast named man Thereof tells God Whose peculiarities are threefold Covering the tracks of his atrocities Storming onwards with his eyes closed Raised and extinguished As the fifth shame (from last)! It was not spoken well of man... Soiled, unregarded tapestries Faded, salvational calligraphies Out of elysian libraries God's ensanguined bestiaries.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
If thou... still creeping Beheld us... still dreading Thy sinister heights Thou'd stand as a mere rock for us indeed, A moloch for worms A colossal artefact Guardian and denouncer of the weak Yet... In pristine and eerie beauty thoud dwell Trumpets... resounding with cacophony And smoke... effusing venom Now ascending Mount Sinai Whose bounds are trampled down Since heaped up with the sands of time Outlived as a moloch for worms Outlived as a colossal artefact Monument and monolith of oblivion Here... In profane and moribund solitude thou shall vegetate Imperishably.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
None of my words is adorned with devoutness And I do not endeavour to rule over sin She lurks... and blemishes me with unbearable disgrace Tearfully attempt though to debar me from rising up against thee For you bear a void grandeur before a void idol Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra! Abel... what is this blood on my hands? ...where have I been? My punishment is greater than I can bear. Vox sanguinis fratris tui clamat ad me de terra!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Earth's hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown withouth a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleanse(d) the Levant!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing Not sufficiently mortal I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me A lure for the beast ...to creep ahead ...to bleed, to howl ...to exult ...to mutilate the mind This is a futile, miniature moment... again And an atrocious castigation that befalls me For a peek out of the crypt I decipt the realm as kingless Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal I demand a Messiah! Pathetically faint burns this flame of awarness When the grand, imminent bereavement Leaves me suddenly bereft ...bereft of a dominion ...bereft of air and voice ...bereft of my piss ...bereft.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025