Blood for Satan

Seek thy demon And (you shall) learn of his foul ways Feel the worms As they creep Evil most foul, most corrupt, most hideous Dream of the fires And they will enfold thee Hear the voices As they seek in (the great) darkness Suffer the crush Of the old as they rise Lose thy senses Yet (shall you) know them when they come Evil most foul, most corrupt, most hideous Seek thy demon and (you shall) learn of his foul ways Behold (the terors and the) horrors In the great pit Thirst in (the wide) rivers Of blood of our altars Evil most foul, most corrupt, most hideous Know all the torments Of the pit and the daemons Which are evil Most foul (and most abominable) Than all the others When ye in thy dreams seek (to devise) For the pit holds Them everyone

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

A hymn to grand darkness Behold the great death of light Call the eclipse forth, again "An echo of damnation Echoing: all will burn Echoes of embers' shivers Echo of an (apocryphal) entity" Behold the great darkness coming Fear the great slaughter coming

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 2025

Come, infernal, terristial, and heavenly hosts Goddess of the (broad) high ways, of the crossroads Thou who goest (to and fro) at night, torch in hand Enemy of the day, friend and lover of darkness Thou who art walking amid the phantom and in the place of tombs Thou whose thirst is blood Thou who dost strike chill fear into mortal heart Gorgo, mormo, moon of a thousand forms Cast a propitious eye upon our sacrifice

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

They bark the call... ...In my chosen ones. I'm burning... ...Warm blood is spilled from the whore... ...They're burying the cross... ...When the blood is spilled for them The whores of heaven cum for them... ...In the shadow of hell...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The absence of the white light Drapes the easternight in black Shadows devour the silent garden of tombs Time is right for the desecration rites In the garden once silent Whispers can be heard Unspeakable words Litanies of evil Evil walk with me In the garden once holy Now desecrated and stained Semen runs on the hallowed ground Into the mouths of the blessed Semen for the blessed... desecrated the dead In the garden once silent Whispers can be heard

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 09, 2025

Burn not the woods Destroy not the stones The temple can be rebuilt The stones can be replaced Burn flesh and skin Destroy their putrid kin Flesh can't be rebuilt Skin can't be replaced Fire Burning in our hearts Engulfs jehovah's kin Darkly burning flames Lick the holy skin Lick the holy skins to black Burn, all, burn! Unleash the purifying flames

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Shed the sweet blood Let it flow in great streams Let the blade fuck your flesh For the master you all must bleed Sex with steel, blade me I ejaculate black blood Bloody painful masturbation I am the whore of Satan! Blood for Satan When the bitches howl and warm blood is spilled I rejoice their painful cries For I am the lover of darkness Blood for Satan

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Thou whose thirst is dark, come to taste the blood... From the mountains the come to haunt and to feed Haunting in the form of phantoms, in the shape of beasts...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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In dead city: he waits thy chanting call Whych riseth from ye cave and from ye temple ball Remember, ye who call upon his name Ye ancient ones whych watch thy mortal game For he is kyng, and doth forever wait Awakenyng: ye dawn which calleth hate Calles up thy legions: and doth rouse to late Ye others from their watche by hydden gate So come, ye priests and acolytes of might Make readie for ye festival, ye ryte Call up ye blackened legions off ye pit To dance before ye throne wher he doth sit Calling, calling ye prince of darknesse black Awakenyng, awakenyng ye dawn which calleth hate Dreaming, dreaming off hys evil spawn Calling, calling within ye woods So shout ye chant, and make ye caverns rynge Hear thy unhallowed multitudes now sing Thy priests, master off a thousand names Thy glories, kyng of all begotten paynes Thy honnour great, ye prince of darknesse black Thy holle region, chief off ye haowlyng packe Thy lyfe, a lord off hys evil spawn Thy might from olde chaosgod now gone Thy lesser ones, which dwell within ye star Thy brother, hastur, who doth watch a far Thy realm, wherein we know eternal lyfe Thy tomb, wher endeth our eternal strife Call up ye blackened legions off ye pit To dance before ye throne wher he doth sit Calling, calling ye prince of darknesse black Awakenyng, awakenyng ye dawn which calleth hate Dreaming, dreaming off hys evil spawn Calling, calling within ye woods

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 09, 2025