Southern Legions of Satan

Enochian: Ol sonf vorsg, goho Iad balt, lansh calz vonpho: sobra z-ol ror i ta Nazpad Graa ta Malprg Ds hol-q Qaa nothoa zimz Od commah ta nobloh zien: Soba thil gnonp prge aldi Od vrbs oboleh grsam Casarm ohorela caba pir Od zonrensg cab erm Iadnah Pilah farzm zurza adna Ds gono Iadpil Ds hom Od toh Soba Ipam lu Ipamis Ds loholo vep zomd Poamal Od bogpa aai ta piap piamo-i od vaoan ZACARe c-a od ZAMRAM Odo cicle Qaa Zorge, Lap zirdo Noco MAD Hoath Iaida. Phonetic: Ol sonuf vaoresaji, gohu IAD Balata, elanusaha caelazod: sobrazod-ol Roray i ta nazodapesad, Giraa ta maelpereji, das hoel-qo qaa notahoa zodimezod, od comemahe ta nobeloha zodien; soba tahil ginonupe pereje aladi, das vaurebes obolehe giresam. Causarem ohorela caba Pire: das zodonurenusagi cab: erem Iadanahe. Pilahe farezodem zodenurezoda adana gono Iadapiel das home-tohe: soba ipame lu ipamis: das sobolo vepe zodomeda poamal, od bogira aai ta piape Piamoel od Vaoan! Zodacare, eca, od zodameranu! odo cicale Qaa; zodoreje, lape zodiredo Noco Mada, Hoathahe I A I D A!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

(Azathot: Lord of the Dark Throne) From impious book I red the unholy distichon Under the leaden night of frigid Saturn, To Invoke the monster whose taciturn eye Was boring the skies with his ignite gleam. Proud was the presence of his granite being, Hery and meander his nocturnal her And one by one the shadows in insidious turn, to the call come from fantastic rite. From Alhazred book haughty I shouted the spell, That ancient distichon of dark content and the blasphemous hosts arrived victors. So evilness possessed me with it's fraightfulness hords, The delirious night covered me with it's mantle and from Azathot i glimpsed his membranous wings.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

I walk on nebulous edge of my own abyss Through the frightful fissures of my morbid brain And I follow the silverly vestige of the faded moon… I'm guided by lascivious angels o'er the path of dead roses Iluminated by old and mournful stars of a moribund sky. Satan lives inside of me, at the gloomy empty of my mind… Mentally deranged, tremolous and languid I stare at the murky empty of the arcan mirrors And I find the radiancy of the winged golden beast Entroned in my soul and hidden behind the mythical fallacy.(*) Hell and heaven burn furious inside of me And they are crushed like castles in the sand Between false promises of salvation and damnation. God and Satan die in my memory Beyond the goodness and evilness. The dying Beast of two dreadful heads I call it: Satan inside of me… Through the bloody labyrinths of my mind where dwells… …Satan inside of me… (Repeat)

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

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When I close my eyes I imagine the horror… I inhale narcotic zephyres and venomous ethers I'm prisioner into the inferno of my imagination… Asphyxiated by my desires and dreams, when the black sunset falls I penetrate the sacred kabbalah for its golden paths Where I hear the frost symphony of a lugubrious organ… However, withdrawn of vile human faces I glimpsed bloody beautiful spirits Drugged and lost into my self by oriental strange incenses Between psychotic rhombus and shining spirals. I walk o'er gardens of rotten stench fetus and decayed skulls Avid for finding the mysterious source of the Occult Light… I raise my spirit upon the astral airs of the ten sephiraths Of supreme knowledge: from ancestral tree of life and death. I crossed the majestic portals of: Malkuth, Yesod, Hod, Netzah And the fire skies of: Tiphereth, Geburah, Hesed, Binah, Hochmah, 'til my arrival to the remote wrap apex of Kether's Crown where I can see the golden flame burning forever in my spirit.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

From the deep of my cave, I talk to you And my den is your soul, l'm the Devil. I'm Satanas, the Beast, the Antichrist That one who punches to God with the dart. From the deep of my cave, I talk to you. The least waited hour shall be my hour. 'Cause it's me and no God whom you must worship Therefore now the man's end I have foressen 'Cause here the evilness increase, 'n is decorated itself. The least waited hour shall be my hour. I'll throw my legions o'er the world. Perverse archangels with axes Shall burn the nocturnal scopes, Razing of the orb their regions. I'll throw my legions o'er the world. Affliction, hatred, horror, shall be my trilogy. I have always been that one, that isn't allegory Shall enjoy my taciturn eyes When the man is sinking in his own agony. Affliction, hatred, horror, shall be my trilogy.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

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