Vocat spiritum morti

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"And a creature spider like drew near. It had the harness of his cloth in hand. It told that you were his steed and put you the bridle around the neck. Immediately they took themselves off from the earth and their corpses got cold." Painting God I lose my candidness. I feel my soul purge itself… painting God. Like a black spider I raise my trap… painting God I acquire splendor. This is the Magic of the dwarf that transform itself, the spell of the void governs the harness of the life. Could you stand all this? Autocelebrated utopia, human aracnophobia. The free will is outcome by a fanciful thought, the imagination is our only expressing freedom. Master comes in my help, save me, drive me through the cloths of Dwarf, use my hand painting God painting God. Haltered conscience. Magister, in meum auxilium veni, me sarva, inter nani aranea me duce. Mea manus adhibe.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 22, 2025

Once upon the time they flies high in the nightsky and a littles could see them. Occult congregations of black ladies that in circles in the countries dance until morning. In the research of immortality many soul was lost. Juice of Sabbath, wine of witches, vital liquid, Vinum Sabbati. The flash is depraved and the soul is lost for this mortal life! Many woman gather themself , placard of perversion and unsoluble luxury. Them echoes still resound and them shadows still ramble. Too many children , too many screams. Juice of Sabbath, wine of witches, vital liquid, Vinum Sabbati. Drink the extreme beverage dirty woman unsatisfied and leave this mortal plane, liberate yourself from the death and gain the eternal life. Listen to the laments of wich have wrong , accept the faith and the black mistress. The shadows wrap ourself and this is my gift…In the mist , in the mist I wander and sulphureous visions make a circle of wich I' m the center. Juice of Sabbath, wine of witches, vital liquid, Vinum Sabbati.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 22, 2025

Governing the nature I live. One thousand astral battles against one thousand enemies. One hundred years ago, but like now. The world belong to me, its energy belong to me, so the light like the obscurity, in a game of equilibrium, in a law, universal Status iste procellis subiacet innumeris et finis ad alta levatis est ruere. Heu tremulum magnorum culmen honorum, spesque hominum fallax et inanis gloria fictis ilitia blanditiis! Heu vita incerta labori dedita perpetuo, semperque heu certa nec unquam sat mortis provisa dies! Heu surtis inique natus homo in terris! Moriturus ad astra scandere querit homo From the smaller temple to the Great Pantheon, I'll there untill the day of Doom, like man or like spirit, my essence will be mend for to crown by the Old Man. Just prize for my sacrifice, Just merit for the accomplishment of my duty. Otherwise only putrefy ground

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 05, 2026

Receive the secrets of the forbidden arts. Entwine among dreadful whispers since the dark will be your guide. Spellbound atmosphere of fiendish calm the hand to me joined already point out the way. Like dust of the earth your breath will wind the bodies and from the black throne your horns they will rise to your enemy. King of Depth , show them your force narrate them the worst of the nightmares. They in the dark will awaken our eyes, gallivanting without stop the run of the thoughts, where the flames unite with the mystery, and the dark doesn' t meet the light ever. Dark your seal, you raise the pentacle among the impassive glaciers you pick the boldness, since great will be your victory. From the tenebrous empire already belches your howl of victory

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 05, 2026

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