Sol Invictus In Umbrae Satanae
In concord and euphoria! Thy Heart bled out, to profane all soil! May our fallen angel rejoice!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Oh how precious appears a ruined mind, in the face of lacerated throats. Funeral procession runs in circles, vos qui transitis! Those who do not embrace their end are damned to roam as ghosts. Remorseful rebellion! False King with serpent crown. Your entourage of jesters! Will gasp for air and drown. Oh how precious appears a lacerated mind! In the ugly face of ruined souls. The earth above the coffin still trembles from the heartbeats, shattered piles of stone! For the ones that chose to be left behind no bell shall toll! And by the altar they sing... Beneath the temple, a king! And to the heavens he clings! For once a bell shall toll! To drown the noise of his fall! Your reign shall end tonight! They’ll gasp for air and drown with you... We gasp for air but pull you through...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
My fellow man ignites the torch, stalking blackened waters, find its source. River's standing still, while being observed. Brings forth spring of life, eyes and mind witness nights' rebirth! There is bitter truth in absence of light. Cast not stones but words, captives of my insights! The bars of this cage seem to oxidate, and as if not being grasped by me is this waters' only fate! Fire's reborn! Kingdoms torn! I'm reborn! In earth and storm! Bring forth the elements, to face the flame! Not yet to be extinguished and every spark still calls my name! And here's to hardship! And here's to loss! one presence ruined with every coin that's tossed. and I fly higher! with hell in sight! and death itself shall tremble through me it shall no longer thrive.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Earth and Water hailed this undying god! You rose to start that which cannot be stop Forgotten myths, non-aging rhymes! In orphic ecstasy you shine. Forgotten myths, non-aging rhymes! You sow the potent seeds of time. Scythe is drawn! Now carve into the fabric of this cosmos! The cult stares right through! A man once roamed the empty space! Trapped in darkness, a timeless maze. And by the hands of the forgotten one, the era of the cult has only begun!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Carving our lies in a skin about to molt! Feeding the night with the sorrow of unbalanced souls. We spit them out, the last sparks of our weary hearts. They summon fiery clouds above fields of uncompromised art! A Ghost once unseen now takes shape in a shadow play! A plague-ridden, distorted scene unveiling the crucial pain. How high shall a mortal fly when the sun dares to grow the seeds of fear? And the moon with its silver eye leaves me to drown as the ebb disappears! The essence forged - followless! Out of the scraps - followless! Of your woe - followless! Awaiting the tide and the cycle to be spawned (once again)! Beneath the silver eye, a pale glare on the skin of man. We spit them out, the last sparks of our weary hearts! They summon fiery clouds above fields of uncompromised art!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Crawling below and rising above unending time! Captured between words and thoughts poets and rhymes. we write of pasts - we write of pasts we never lived! Songs unsung - the songs unsung they drip from our lips! And ‘neath the mountainside, the thousands gather: “Hang him high!” This place I now behold, so surreal, I tranquilize. In a world of motion, I stand still! Vicious you stand - as man, as beast and what lies between! Be on the watch - the knot is tied four swords shall gleam!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Quintili Vare, legiones redde! Legio! Aeterna! Aeterna! Victrix! Und zuletzt, die Schwerter des Südens Ehrbar gleiten sie gen Himmel Den Göttern gleich Doch das Laubwerk birgt Barbaren Varus, oh Varus! Östlich des Rheins, kreuzt sich die Hybris mit Ketzerei Und kein Name wird gebraucht, wenn ein Volk mit Feuer tauft. Brandmarkt das Fleisch, beraubt Augustus seines Sieges! Mit Symbolen des Krieges! Mit Symbolen des Krieges, Verschwörer, ihr stets bewahrt! Mit Symbolen des Krieges, Arminius edles Grab! Und kein Name ward gebraucht! Der Brand erlischt im Morgentau.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I was forged for the last day of days, to cherish mithras fall, I curse every goddamn ray. Hedonistic scum! You even praised the Ashes! Silent was my martyrdom & I shall rule what’s left! Slit the throats! Pluck out the eyes! Of every desert prophet – here my words, black souls arise! What you once were, you will become again. A Speck of dust & shame, We bid farewell to lower men. Onward black souls!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026