Live At The Gashouse 1995
There’s nothing to fear in the blackened woods Here I can see eternal life At night the forest is calm Mesmerised by haunting trees Thou shalt suffer In the woods of eternal hate Our elders were forest dwellers Shadows of the forest Finding relics of an elder race I prepare to take my own life God cannot send his spirits to save my soul The indistinct representation or indication of something to come The wolves constantly howling at the moon Night demon of the second of December Ghosts of the ancients still dwell here Forgotten myths have come to life The wastelands my home forevermore To slaughter the one called Jehovah Only could I see the foreground of the forest Hearing sorrowful cries of mourning Mans highest spiritual effort Subject to demonic impression Sorrow: black and sinister The murder of crows Souls continue to exist As shades in constant thirst The soul may eventually Become non-existent
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Hoathe Satan! Open wide the gates of hell Unto you it is said The mighty thrones growled “Behold” sayeth Satan “I reign over thee” In the name of Satan Our lord and master is the all one Set my feet in the south The spirits of the fourth are nine Lanterns of sorrow in the south Open the mysteries of you creation Oh! Ye sons and daughters of mildewed minds Oh! Thou governor of the first flame Behold the face of Satan Iadamada!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
May your pubic hair become infested by ten thousand lice. You Christians are the scum of the fucking Earth. You may try to wipe us out but you will not succeed. For I will disembody you and continue to watch you bleed. I will drain your blood. Then I’ll remove your spleen. Constantly tormented. By my insanity. They cannot control me. My hate fills the world. I shall kill them. Those who are God’s children.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026