Tohcoth

[LATIN] Tibi magnum innominandum signa stellarum nigrarum et bufaniformis Sadoquae sigillum Summa scientia nihil scire et stipendium peccati vita Sic itur ad astra [ENGLISH] To you, Great Unnamable The sign of the Black Stars and the Sigil of toad-shaped Tsathoggua The summit of knowledge is to know nothing and the reward of sin is life Thus we travel to the stars

From the Crown, out of Wisdom Thou, O Understanding, art Mercy Queen of Severity, now the perfect Beauty. כתר חכמה בינה חסד גבורה תפארת נצח הוד יסוד מלכות The One becomes Two by the law of polarity revealed within the Three essentials that will be found within the Four elements wherein is to be found the Quintessence which is not of the Four, but One of the Three. In the Victory of all Splendour for the Foundation of the Ages of the Universe.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

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Arouse coiled splendour, five becoming six Daughter meets Son, crowned King and Queen. As Air warms the Earth and Water burns with Fire we come together, ascend the Ladder of Lights. You the perfect match for your Self on high Will, Dare and Know, always keeping Silent. Arouse coiled splendour, five becoming six Daughter meets Son, crowned King and Queen. Knowledge and Conversation, Holy Gaurdian Angel's uncovers buried treasure, rise up the path of an arrow. in the suns we remember, in the planets we forget. The redintegration by spirit met. Arouse coiled splendour, five becoming six Daughter meets Son, crowned King and Queen. Terra and Solis, Saturnus ad astra. Shield and Sword, Cup and Wand. A kiss to remember, dripping with vitroil Rectifies the Hidden Stone; Blood of the Saints. Babalon rides the Beast; Poison of the Eld. This is also a secret: there is no HGA. Arouse coiled splendour, five becoming six Daughter meets Son, crowned King and Queen.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Bury me in a nameless grave! I came from God the world to save. I brought them wisdom from above: Worship, and liberty, and love. They slew me for I did disparage Therefor Religion, Law and Marriage. So be my grave without a name That earth may swallow up my shame!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

[ENOCHIAN] Torzu apachana iolcam oma caosgon Faaip sald oxex dazis siatris Zacare od zamran uniglag imvamar Niis zamran ciaofi caosgo od vonpho Torzu gohus od zamran Qting torzu Iaial ednas gohed lorlsq a adphaht quasahi Conisbra od avavox tonug Mospleh teloch torzu Sobca upaah chis hubaro od urelp childao Tohcoth Iureho Tohcoth Niiso Tahaoeloj od drix umadea raasi a zong Niiso Ohoooahaatan od ialpon umadea babage a ialprg Niiso Thahebyobeeatan od karbaf umadea sobol a zil Niiso Thahaaotahe od quasb umadea lucal giziax Tohcoth Coraxo Tohcoth [ENGLISH] Arise, slimy things made of dust; bring forth your knowledge to the Earth! Voices of wonder, vomit out scorpions' heads. Move and appear, descend; apply yourselves to us! Come, appear to the terror of the Earth and to our wrath. Arise, say I, and appear! The rotten, arise! Include us as receivers of the everlasting flowers of unspeakable pleasure. The works of Man and his pomp, let them be defaced! The horns of death, arise! Whose wings are living lamps and seething diamonds. The fay host Doing what Christ did in Hell The fay host Come forth, Tahaoeloj, and bring down the Eastern Watchtower with wind Come forth, Ohoooahaatan, and burn the Southern Watchtower with flame Come forth, Thahebyobeeatan, and sink the Western Watchtower with water Come forth, Thahaaotahe, and destroy the Northern Watchtower with earthquake The fay host Thunders The fay host Translated from the Enochian by Aarni

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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The religious of the world, dangerous insane turds. Crying "Sieg Heil, Holy Poltergeist"! Man made "god" in the likeness of his sickness. It should be the main aim of the wise to rid humankind of the insolence of self-sacrifice, of the calamity of chastity. Faith must be slain by certainty and chastity by ecstasy! Stipendium peccati vita est We should believe... a Jew girl was fucked by a dove who was really God in disguise that gaseous vertebrate of cosmic heft, an alpha male dwarfing King Kong. A small primitive population believed this in a desert far away, long ago. Yet somehow their superstition should be right for us, right here, right now... Moses wept, Muhammed wept, Jesus fucking wept! Stipendium peccati vita est And that half-bird, half-Jew schmuck somehow still spies on us, but luckily all religions die at last of swallowing their own lies... Stipendium peccati vita est Now I believe... the universe is an intelligence test - and you have failed! You circumcised fucks, don't lay your trip on us Grow up, you makes us throw up!

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Mine brain has meditated on the spinning of The Chao: It is hovering o'er the table where the Chiefs of Staff are now Gathered in discussion of the dropping of The Bomb; Her Apple Corps is strong! Grand and gory Old Discordja! Her Apple Corps is strong! Ewige Blumenkraft und Fliegende Kinderscheisse! She was not invited to the party that they held on Limbo Peak; So She threw a Golden Apple, 'stead of turn'd t'other cheek! O it cracked the Holy Punchbowl and it made the nectar leak; Her Apple Corps is strong! Grand and gory Old Discordja! Her Apple Corps is strong!

See life pass you by and your potential die, if you obey the Systemite fucks like sleeping sitting ducks. The global village has it's village idiots; Terrorism is just the aping of one's rulers. Unity is strength, strength to opress us. And just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't paranoid too. Everything causes everything and everything is part of the problem. There's no right or wrong about any matter whatsoever. Look out! The three evil brothers: State, Society and Church! Turn to yourselves, not to your gods and idols. Awake! Everything in Nature is real, including consciousness. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. Whatever you believe imprisons you. When we begin to awaken the world is nothing like the myths and superstitions "our" society has imposed on us. Magick is a method of freeing the nervous system from conditioned perception, for fun and profit. Nature has no laws, only habits, and all law is unnatural. Plunge into the unknown and the endless and find your place there! What was your face before your parents were born? Do you remember? Try to remember. It's only a game. Try to remember. Who is the master who makes the grass green? Try to remember.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

[FINNISH] Inehmot, inehmot, mitä tiedätte minusta, Tursahan tuskasta, jätin ikijanosta, ähkystä ärjyjen, läähätyksestä aallon läikkyvän urhon? Vettä vellon, merta melon, jano ainainen povessani palaa; juon ijäti, ijäti janoon, ei sammu mun sydämeni sytö. Levitän leuat, aaltoja ahmaan, ne kuivuu, kun kurkkuuni käyvät; ajelen impiä, aallon kukkia, ne kuolee, kun povelleni painuu; myllerrän myrskyn, juon maata, merta ja pintoja pirstatun haahden, kultia, päärlyjä, myös ihmisverta ja rintoja neitien nuorten, ei sammu mun sieluni ijäinen imu, ei kostu tulipuna-kieli. Kohotan kummina elokuun öinä kuutamon välkkeessä väsyneen pään, kiinnitän vilkkuvat, viherjät silmät taivaan tähtehen kimmeltävään, katsovi tähti, tuijotan, Tursas, kohta jo korkean voitan ma tuon, kirpoaa taivahan kultainen kehrä, joutsenen lailla sen silloin ma juon. Ei sammu ahjo sydän-alani synkän, ei pätsi päässäni jäähdy. On avaruus yllä ja avaruus alla ja itsessänikin on ijäisyys. Ma vapautta pyydän, ma valkeutta janoon, ja kauneutta taivahan kaarten ma palan, mut pääse en kahleista vaikean vaivan, voin pään nostaa, muu muran peittoon muotoni jää. Jos tuskan tunnet jumal-kirottu joku, mun kanssani jumalia kiroo! - Eino Leino [ENGLISH] Humans, humans, what do you know of me? Of the Titan's pain, of the eternal thirst of the giant of the smart of the waves, of the panting of sea's billowing hero? I disturb the waters, I paddle the ocean thirst eternal burns in my breast I drink forever, forever for my thirst never ceases my heart's fire I open my jaws, I swallow waves they dry as they enter my throat I pursue maidens, flowers of the waves they die entering my breast I rouse up a storm, I drink land and sea and the planks of a wrecked ship golds, pearls, also human blood and the bosoms of young maidens the eternal suction of my soul never stops never wets my crimson tongue. On strange moonlit August nights I rise my weary head I fix my glowing green eyes onto a glimmering star Spies the star I, giant, stare soon I will overcome that one on high Falls the golden sphere of the welkin then I drink it like I would a swan The fire of my dark heart will not die the furnace in my head will not cool. There's a void above and a void below and infinity even within. I beseech for freedom, I yearn for the light and I burn for the beauty of the welkin but I cannot be freed of dire distress I can rise my head, yet the rest remains entombed in dirt. If you feel the pain, god-cursed someone join me in cursing the gods!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025