...So Man Created God in His Own Image

nobody knew his identity nobody saw his real visage his face was always behind the helmet a nameless warrior, looking for werwena he fought in each battle without repose believing every time that it was his last. before him only fields colored with blood his wolfish soul was howling for freedom for ages death have followed his track but every time he managed (to deceived it) hope of finding the valley of peace kept him alive (throughout the centuries) be my friends for I am the true confessor of flesh, that lives forever! (he left behind only sorrow and pain not guilty for anything born to kill and destroy that was his destiny) black wolf, brother in misery (showed him the path) and revealed before his eyes, the desired view the valley he was seeking whole his life endless field of werwena possesing the power of immortality but when he was only one step from the goal Death stood by his side asking for one last battle and he couldn't refuse (to much he hated her, that was his destiny) he saw thousand faces of death and within them all his sufferings now, when he believed in nothing was the time to die (distressful body reposed among werwena to turn into dust helmet, which he didn't took of from his birth crashed into ground, and from within it escaped a young Eagle) (and the Eagle in it's flight for freedom shouted out: - withdraw from the house of death! and they have gathered, and they have become the ones it was said to and they are deathless, those who fly the wind) be my friends for I am the true confessor of flesh, that lives forever

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

they were the blade of heavens, god's army, army of all kings anointed by the Right Hand of the Almighty in order to liberate the holy land they fought in each battle to their last breath strong by the will of the Savior, leaving behind only fields colored with blood in paradise were awaited the souls of dead warriors death was their companion in misery was an honor, that befell millions their fate was stronger than it life everlasting was most important I am your master, said the Lord of Heavens the power praised above and below in which hands the sun is a shining sword and the moon, a fire stabbing throughout they left behind only burnt ground not guilty of anything they fought under the flags of the Cross fulfilling the edicts (of fire) and destruction move and come open the secrets of creation be my friends, as I am yours the true confessor of the highest and untold king of heaven each of them obtained mercy from the Almighty and among them were also children winners and losers I gave you the right to rule the saints and I gave you the staff with the greatest knowledge you have raised your voices, and swear loyalty to the One, that lasts and triumphs without beginning and without an end move and come open the secrets of creation be my friends, as I am yours the true confessor of the highest and untold king of heaven

mighty among those, brought to sacrifice but not among the great generation arisen and used his name in order that the generations of believers remain faithful to him death of a blind guide we have seen a great temple, with a grand altar and twelve priests, as well as your name Jesus Christ and in front of the altar stood a crowd some of the priests sacrificed their own children, other ones their wives in adoration and mutual humbleness some of them had harlotry with men some took part in murders others have countless times sinned and done wrong and those, gathered by the altar were calling upon His name and among all deeds of their infirmity they attended the sacrifices, till the end of their days remain faithful to him death of a blind guide (and now weep, and ordain the one who fasted he was like a star, leading everything to the end and when the Ashqelon will reach the end of his time in the final day he will find disgrace like all of those before him.)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

among the ruins old people I see bearing witness to their beliefs among the ruins wind strokes old moss and stones omnipotent death harvests it's faith mercifully cutting crowd of pious Beasts 'let justice be done' devoided of conscience, helpless struggle of existence slowly departing, all the believers among the ruins nothing is left let the efforts of Man be ruined, his work his home become the lairs of field Beasts I shall tangle their mind with Darkness why? because I have remorse for creating Man let the Darkness once be known to him, secondly strange... for he is the bed of harlot and the house of Lucifer King among the ruins nothing is left oh thee, grand spawn of earth's vermin which placed Inferno in my mouth your voices mightier than the biggest armies for you are like a structure, nonexisting, apart from senses

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I am the destroyer of gods You - servants crawling at my feet He who stands along my side Will know the truth Because without Me nothing you can do If you bear with Me Ask for anything you want And it will be fulfilled Remnants will taste the blood For they are unworthy to look at me I am the destroyer of gods I am the destroyer of gods I am the destroyer of gods I am the destroyer of gods At first venom will infect souls of weak beings And all of small heart Because there is no god without his Adherents let the sun of the living calmly traverse Through dead waters of the underworld yoke will fall On the sons of mankind For ages they will fight amidst themselves They will be my joy Oh flame, thou who originates from glory And comforts the righteous Stalking on Earth with feet of fire Understanding and endowing the living beings And in the last hour great ones Will return you the remnants of their immortality Uncover the secret of your creation Be my friend, since I am the same! A day will come, when in the whirls of holy river sun Of the living shall die Brood of Apopis will crawl out from six Kingdoms to finish it's work (blindmen from Places of Living Breath Will regain the eyesight) But this will not be the time of obeisance To the lord of first flame Fiery serpent will stand on top of black Mountain announcing the creation about death Of the immortals

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 18, 2026

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

blazing dragon with a fiery sword set his feet in the west blessed by his ministers gathering the moss of Earth like a rich man his treasures midget's throne saxatile pillar ending epoch of a nation was a throne of giant until it was shattered by history Deceased came to pile up a grave above the father of world last incarnation then a rocky crypt was forged (Inside the ring of time, in black mountain) now is the time of resurrection a tomb has been opened for the light of Moon to awaken the man called Hamon that he may come out and stand in the full light of dead sun then the fire flared upon the temple's altar God of world sat down on the throne the tomb has been sealed by a stone of future century when cineritious vestments where covered by flaming-red royal cloak then the fire flared upon the temple's altar God of world sat down on the throne resumed was power of the dead lord Har Regina mountains of world skull of a giant at dawn the crescent lord donned the diadem of Cyclopes crested by soul of fathers, eye of providence then master of the dead gained power over the whole world blazing dragon with a fiery sword set his feet in the west blessed by his ministers gathering the moss of Earth like a rich man his treasures

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

he acquired thousand names each sequential dictated by fear thousand times he burnt on stake to arise from the ashes stronger then ever before the Beast everyone wanted to kill him he wasn't human his throne surrounded by stony ring of time rolled in by the flames from the heart of Mother Earth serpents guarded gates of his kingdom to fulfill the curse the tree of life was it's heart ravens every of his thoughts whereas thoughts were confined like birds in a cage in a helmet which couldn't be removed being born in it (I will make their hearts hard so they will never know the real name let free volition be a blessing for those, who will acquire the Knowledge I will make them keepers of all keys.) cursed let be those, for whom they are weakness stones in their eyes are bigger then Mother Earth and from their lips runs a sea of blood

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

statuesque disarray endlessly devouring itself in universal mayhem of deiform impostures anointed saviour with brimstone an ecstasy beyond ataraxia nothingness, overflows crimson with illusory expiration devoting farawell to diminished entities and forlorn hope of abaddon forgivness, adorns treason... grieve,abortive creation over sentinel that finished arbitrary liberated decay of silence and composed omnivorous sonatina of eternity

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

we were the fire, that devoured all carrions, the brood of man, bended their necks we were the thunder, unequalled in our rule life and death (united with the spirits) Nine spirits of the fourth corner were mighty inside the trapezoid a torture for the damned, a wreath for the wicked walking the Earth with stings of fury Serpenthrone enough strength, to burn it all indivisibly carrying scepter above enough strength, to destroy it all dividing cord and the blade between Serpenthrone so hearken my voice as I granted you form and power and your works shall be a honorable canto and glory for the Lord in creation at my throne they crawled like snakes begging for mercy, vermin of the Earth (in shadow of his might will they pray for ages) Serpenthrone we were the fire, that devoured all carrions, the brood of man, bended their necks many souls followed their own path, (alluring but without return) others gave away themselves to the Primeval Lord of the Earth.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

they were the blade of heavens anointed by the Right Hand of the Almighty in order to liberate the holy land legion - mallet for the unfaithful each of them obtained mercy from the Almighty and among them were also children so easily they were manipulated guilty of nothing giving them faith was enough the guides have showed them the way they still dream of paradise as it was promised to them forgetting, that they killed their own god still desiring immortality will their bloodshed be long remembered by the Holy Church? these are the words of the Lord: at first I made you servants and placed you on the Twelve Capitols of Power giving each of you the rule above the nine true ages of time (that from the greatest vessels and horns of your power you may rule pouring out the fire of life and grow on Earth. and that is how you became the robe of justice and truth) they still dream of paradise as it was promised to them forgetting, that they killed their own god still desiring immortality will their bloodshed be long remembered by the Holy Church?

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025