Wicked Testimonies

Lo temporal No caímos del tiempo en el estamos Solo el morir nos libra de sus redes De estas cuatro y altisimas paredes Que nos impiden ver a donde vamos En el tiempo atrapados nos quedamos y por mucho que pienses jamas puedes Ni podrás entender, por que concedes, El amor al amor si a Dios odiamos Todo nos contradice y nos apena Por esta soledad que nos condena A estar en compañía abandonados No hay salida posible mientras viva Y siga el hombre yendo a la deriva Dentro de estos espacios clausurados

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

From mythical histories of ancient books From prophetical imagination of visionary men The horrible Beast is revelated in the past, present and future. In its magnificent throne that is the time Reings o'er the ages of dead and hindmost civilizations With the scepter the abomination of its chaos, And in its right hand with the chalice of human suffering Like poisonous serpent infects men's hearts With the confusion, hatred and destruction Over a world created by the Beast of Chaos. The Beast is the one to dominate you! The Beast has drawn a deceit in the sky An affliction and dead symbol over a cross As the stupid fallacy in the putrid image of an inert God… When the Beast and its chaos to chains The humanity minds and makes slaves With the religion loathsome laws. Among blazing visions of horror that let free my mind My hallucinated eyes are wounded with the Beast's mortal spell…

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Destroying with rage the dead gods' effigies With the reality hammer and the crude existence Frozen idols in time, silent and indolent Fantastic images that never cried because they Were engreived over rock. Forgotten is the man in the inivitable path of his destiny Thrown in the abyss where he lies lost In the faith of his own lie, Like senless believer of vain myths. Contaminated by absurd illusory beliefs Postrated to the dead gods' feet In the laughable genuflexion of his ignorance. Pseudo Gods (repeat) Temples and altars to worship false deities Gods that in a distant time the man begat As result of the fallacy imagination, Idols that have stolen the reason And they're reclaming abnegation. I abhor this dead sphinxes…

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Under a made old sky of dead stars The winds of horror run the sphere Are nefarious zephyres of the death that charges in its wings All the hate and wrath of the man… In a sheet lightning like fire tribulation a nuclear blast razes the earth and a dense lethal smoke darken the blue-eyed firmament… The reddish sun has dark forever And the moon bleeds without its gleam 'Cause one more day no longer borns… Over the humanity in ruins are rising The gods tombs that never existed And they buried man in the most bottomless of the abysses… Over the humanity in ruins are rising Tombs with obscene epitaphs Over the human creation made ashes in its auto-destruction.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

…And the dark days of the man arrived with eclipsing time… Absorbed by the mortuary influence of the horrible tunes of the Lute into eerie visions my bloody eye sees a mythical heaven in flames with the reflex of thousands of dead faces Marked in their front with the destruction stigma… A burning storm with nuclear thunders devastates the orb And mortal angels or demons incarnates in human bodies Die in tears of blood, burn in warlike fire Without divine salvation. Over this earth of mythical hell. (repeat) Oh! Hear raising mirage, apocalyptic dream where I listen terrifying screams like suffering echoes possessed by the despair in total annihilation… Where the man's empire is made dust And his history shall be only a remembrance through centuries of forgetfulness. The Lute played the sinister music, beginning and end's melodies lugubrious song in the funeral of mankind. Merciless times of destruction Devours one and other civilization Perpetual suffering times pain and affliction ages (chorus) Black is the sentence when the destruction cruel times devours one and other civilization…

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

"Los muertos si reencarnan,somos nosotros mismos,por que somos nosotros suma de lo que ha sido, compendio en el presente de lo que hubo existido, lo demás son ensueños, teorías y espejismos. Para ser lo que hoy somos recorrimos abismos,de otros tiempos y espacios de cierto hemos venido,desde un mítico origen se emprendió el recorrido que ha este mundo nos trajo venciendo cataclismos. fuimos arboles, bestias, fuimos hombres, mujeres, también fuimos las noches y los atardeceres de un cosmos muy antiguo fundido en la memoria, eso fuimos y hoy somos los prospectos futuros de gigantes galácticos, ciertamente mas puros que esta raza de onmunculos que ha sangrado la historia."

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

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 Grave666 — 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 VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

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 Grave666 — 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 Warbringer — 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 SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?