The Sanctity of Death
As a sign from below in the god-made sky. Painted red with the blood of saints. Flooding down like crimson tears. Swallowed by the sands of Megiddo. Feeding the fires below... Gods of chaos, gods of war enslave the beating heart of life. The star of Bethlehem fades as darkness reigns, for the gloria of Christ has shone in vain. Dies irae, dies illa. Through layers of flesh only blood remains, colour my soul with the shades of sin. Through layers of earth burns the fiery crown, stain the world with blackened glow... Black flame arsonism. Rapture of the black devotion, materialized in burning visions to the cacophonous sound of deathlike silence. Arise, the black dawn, for the gloria of Christ has shone in vain. Dies irae, dies illa. Sword of Satan strike the beating heart pumping every mortal breath. Gospels of destruction praise the victory of death. Jaws of hell cut the cord from herd and flock. Hymns of Sodom pierce the ears of existence.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
För köttets fördärv tas det första steg, under katakombernas oändliga valv. Väsen av utomjordisk natur besjunger mitt kliv ned. En kakofoni bortom Guds nåd... På Sodom vises himlafärd. Förbi ändlösa tunnlar av brinnande väggar och floder av blod. Vareviga steg är en dolk i min kropp och varje så och skav spyr blod som ett hån emot kosmisk balans... På Sodom vises himlafärd. Från Sions brinnande strålar i väst. Vandrandes nedåt mot helvetets port i anti-världens tunnlar... Förruttna min kropp, tappa mitt blod för att vid porten se människan dräpt. En kakofoni bortom Guds nåd... På Sodom vises himlafärd. Förbi ändlösa tunnlar och floder av blod.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
Pester me not, should thy words not be spat from cloven tongues or conjured between crooked teeth or whispered between intimates who only just witnessed... The sanctity of death through the bulging eyes of a strangled child. The depravity of life through the cracks in Yhwh's temple. For existance was made to cease... O Satan, bless this hand as it pushes the knife ever further into the unknowing victim of your will. Whence I reach the heart, as it has been told. Many shall rejoice and just as many shall whimper in fear. But fear not for this hand tires not... For I was born to die and I will die to be reborn. The sanctity of death through the bulging eyes of a strangled child. For existance was made to cease.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
Bortom Sions stjärna vaknar hundratusen käftar Och svart, förintande massmördarlusta Och ur den svarta solen hägrar Djävulens krökta horn Att skövla Guda stam! Klövar klapprar I takt till Satanisk änglaslakt Likt ett monument över den ledes eviga makt Vars skugga ska dränka demiurgens tron i Tiberias döda hav!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
Rise below, erected flesh. Ancient lust of bestial descent. To conjoin life and death. Unholy passion, tearing the holy bond. Penetrating a lifeless womb with a vessel of liveliness. Like the slaughter of a million souls to be buried under black soil... Rise below, erected flesh. Crosshorned ejaculation. Black Soil Fornication.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
Through icons carrying a thousand sins, shapes decay - incarnation reverse. In filthy mud, the body's collapse. Reglecting it's primordial purpose. Flourish deathwards... But know, this herb does not heal and not adorned in flowering bloom. Rise below, ejaculation. Rust draped tribes piercing wings. Penetrate the heavens and all foundations. The golden gates, forever stained. But know, this herb does not heal. Crowned in nails and funeral dust. When the human no longer can be traced and when spearwounds cover every glimpse of flesh and when earthlike eyes can't reflect the shape I shall walk in line with the horns! For these grounds are not sacred and no incarnation was manifested. External blood shall drape the grounds for there dwells the Devil's seed...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
Deserted these ruins stand on grounds once holy, land once sacred. Beyond the forest, crowned by Carpathian peaks with memories of a thousand deaths... Desolate temple like the spear of Longinus. A mockery of earthly order. Of Molded bread and rotten wine, the putrid stench as a constant remembrance. Stained glass not to capture light but spewing rays of blackness like the burning mouths of hell... Abandoned mass, altar of decay. The house of God in ruin. Walking amidst nameless graves, solely with the winds of adversity as guest to complete the depravity of life. The church in ruins like a rotting corpse in the sun is the sign of the star slowly dying... In the abscence of light, the greatness of nothingness crowns the halls and inverts the spheres and embraces the sanctity of death
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026