Funeral Cult of Personality

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The light is dying, left to rest Absorbing life from these fading candles A sorcerous path unveils the realm Of rotten smells and dust Wax stains on worn fake flowers And cold slabs of marble black Adorn the silent garden In the glare of the votive lamps To the death is the cult Secret rites, a search for knowledge Spiritismus, intents obscure Make dawn turn into nightlight And obey the funeral rule An ancient presence is waiting silent A grim protection from beyond Cold soil, cozy shelter Necrophile's work is a lustful lore... To the death is the cult Funeral cult

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

So long I've been waiting for this great time to come An anxious yet thrilling desire The garden is darkened by the new lunar phase And silently attends to the rite Obsessed by this stillnes and by the secrets it holds Unknown symbolism abide Presences, presences appeared, bringing cold streams in the air The mysteries below In the dark, mysteries below And these voices surround me with whispers and warnings Their knowledge come forth from the past Creatures of divination, detached from the flesh Dancing at the knell from the church They're rising, rising above, out from the abyss of life The soil is the witness of the slow work of worms Thousands of coffins behind... The mysteries below In the dark, mysteries below Disciples, to the occult devote The circle of necromancy Evoking the soul It's midnight, it's midnight It's the time!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

In the midst of this ancient graveyard Through the shades of the cypress trees A misty pale light now veils the tombstones And a soft breeze delights the stay Wooden crosses swollen with moisture Marble tombs covered in dust Gloomy faces which stare in silence Quiet partners for my secret rite Moonlight rites... Rustling branches on the wall of the chapel As the necrophilic excitement burns Reiterate the desecration Solipsism is the only way Yet my soul is devoured by longing A morbid womb where mysteries grow Exhalted senses by foetid stenches Returning quiet before the dawn And when the day comes back Bringing throes of light They'll be here to pray again But this graveyard is mine! "Quocunque adspicias, nihil est nisi mortis imago"

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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I am the ancient murderer Of the light and feeble lore Unveil the pale reflections Of your senseless hopes Refuse the priest's vocation While mourn inspires you awe I observe you from the dark Of my realm of bones I'm rising... I'll rise! I'll dig your grave in silence I'm the one who'll close the lid This funeral is never ending Proceeds as the grim bells toll Worn symbols of black devotion Convert light into sores Idolatry of the lifeless Perverting the unborn You'll die vexed by the rancour You begot

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

I've received the wreath of the funeral and the rite of death is my burden now Into this robe, wrapped in a violet veil, no stream shall bar my path! Silent and pale, I creep in the peace of dark when fools fear the shimmering scythe Absorbing lymph from all your poor lives, reclaim the death as my right Lord of all funerals, I lead the cortege inside I'm the litanies master, completing my work Impious master, completing the work Coachman of the hearse, the grim arbiter I am the one who pulls the rope for funeral chimes On those great days, when people hopelessly cry I can stop the time as mourn sighs fill this place and let the reign of darkness arrive I see you standing over there, longing for knowledge in vain Don't waste your time now trying to explain my role, I'm all these things and more... Trace the path of extinction and deploy the veil of the funeral Mourn hymns, eternal, exalt my pride I'm the litanies master, arbiter of light and dark Hail my grimness, hail the dark In endless misfortune you'll die! "I know the door of death, and those who cry aloud in the place of desolation. I'm the grim angel of the night, stealing hope from the ones who pray in vain. Summoned by the scorn and the spite, and by the hateful desires of those who never forgive." I am the mentor of the cult! I am the funeral guidance! I open wide the gates of all the graveyards! I cast the spell for the violet rites!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025