Omnimantia EP

Walking through the streets of Prague in 1586 Lost in faith you fondle your crucifix Suddenly a furry wheel comes rolling down the street You shake and fart at its filthy majesty How the rats smell like poo! What would Jesus do? No use saying Mass when rodents harass your ass! Vermin crawl now on your beer belly Evoken by the Magick of Dee and Kelley Ave rex rattus! Hail the rat king! Rodents in your mind Rats in your behind Septic claws rend, yellow teeth bite Beady eyes they glow with Enochian might Covered in rats, with prayerful rants You make a brown golem in your pants Rat king flesh eats Your blood down seeps You feel a change vague Like contracting the Plague Knowing your human life was a lie A rat you'll become after you die Ave rex rattus! Hail the rat king! Rodents in your mind Rats in your behind Transformed in your coffin, you regain your sight Seeing the Tunnel at the End of the Light Risen from the grave, you join the furry band Devouring Christians you frolic through the land!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025

Anokquz jechovog bakug cho deaxchave, Dibuq gerunghowtheran bagngalsen toterytts! Culukeh mukada dicom mangeif achichjech acua. Dimwa depenga Chaziter utok foddabwith Deggot fach fiacopa bhismwaha ongothawas harbebeden phengwey nowing'ng. Dimwa depenga Oloatirve uchispay aluhalen cho najoqaen sonpebreith chindetser hocid qyopal zatech. Translation: Beam Faceless Banish with laughter, idiot wyrd of excrement. Doom away, musical Nightgaunts! Beautiful slime, see widdershins like inorganic. Beam faceless Coincidence almost invariably stochastic. Today we penetrate aether whichever vortex leaping toward multiversum. Beam faceless Make likely offering of polygonal seas underneath midnight illuminating happiness.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 09, 2025

We seek the face behind the masks of existence and non-existence Yet, behind the innermost mask, we find stark emptiness. Yet...this is not a mask In this masquerade we wear masks over our masks Yet, behind the innermost mask, we find stark emptiness. Yet...this is not a mask The King In Yellow in us asks: "Can you see the masquerade for the masks?" Yet...this is not a mask You are now free

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 09, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Ewige Blumenkraft und Fliegende Kinderscheiße Tiefer, noch einmal! Sei du nicht verlaßen in den Geboten der Ordnung Der Aufruhr des Einhandklatschens - zürst muß Ich euch mit Elfenstaub besprenkeln Sagt dem beschränkten Menschenvolk, daß bis zu jenem Zeitpunkt, da sie gesetze erschaffen, es keine gesetze gibt Es ist mein aufrichtiger Glaube, daß es ein Fehler ist, einen aufrichtigne Glauben zu haben Das Gesetz der fünf ist niemals falsch. King Kong starb für deine Sünden! Finde die Göttin Eris in deiner Zirbeldrüse Mord sagt, daß Omar sagt, das wir alle sowieso Einhörner sind Sie das Eschaton immanentisieren! Alles ist wahr, alles ist erlaubbar! Da ist Klarheit im Chaos, suche du das Auge des Wirbelsturmes Heute die Welt, morgen das Sonnensystem

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 06, 2026

Suruhuudot särkyvät metsästä kaikaavat kyyneleet tippuvat perässäni punapolku Itsen ikitalvi hyytyvä hurmehanki Terä terävin, terä hyytävin hokekoot henget haltijaani polte jään ihollani kiemurtelen kylmissäni Yösiivet kutsuu vaikeroi viima sisintä hyytää Yösiivet kutsuu vaikeroi viima sisintä hyytää ympärillä hurmehanki hyytävä hyytyvä hurmehanki

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 09, 2025

Every man is an island, an island of ignorance; it was not meant that we should voyage far. Islands of ignorance... We are a mere horde of apes (bunch of simian fucks) and it was not meant that we should voyage far; our emptiness screams at the very stars. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones Frosty from the interstellar void undescribable presences loom overhead; liberated mankind fucking and killing in mirth. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones Their titanic masses tip our planet's axis; cyclopean storms and monstrous waves come crashing. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones At last tectonic convulsions mark the end of terrene life. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 09, 2025