Cultivate the Apostate

No god scribed those deemed holy texts Devious men concocted those words by wit and intent Aimed to divide and conquer stone-headed fools Such as most of these entrapped souls are No god scribed those deemed holy texts Devious men concocted those words by wit and intent Aimed to divide and conquer stone-headed fools Such as most of these entrapped souls are Whispering venomous ones Vipers with shifty tongues Whispering venomous ones Belching forth their lies I pray to god to rid me of god If I were not, god would not be either If I were not, god will not be god God is within, I am without The eye through which I see god The eye through which god sees me They eye is the same eye They eye of evolution Everything is as it is and everything is not what it is Cursed sons of the pit called because Only the inner man can grasp this Find the one desire behind all desires Through nothing I become what I am Only the hand that erases can inscribe truth Whispering venomous ones

Blinded automata hands joined in reverence Kneeling mindlessly but never understanding How fruitless, entangled in layers of symbolisms Pretending to bribe the arcane fire with empty chants Consecrated bread rotting with their bodies The temple of the universe they fail to know And purity claiming to embody just for belonging To one of the untold hordes of sectarian scum Host of the swine - sacrilegious crime Host of the swine - perversion divine We will tear open the throats of those who cower In the darkness of their accepted ignorance We shall trample over every false icon of god Bate yourself in living light or in your own blood Crush the host of the swine, hurl away the goblet of wine Drink from the chalice of light, consume this cosmic might Host of the swine For those with eyes to see For those with ears to hear For those with eyes to see, let them behold Those who refuse let them incur the mirth of saints For those with ears to hear, let them receive Those who refuse let them be cast in the void Bestower of knowledge Splendor behind the sun Lucifer logos christos Arcana luminaris

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Smiling vermin ordained to scar and rape While trying to sell their cancerous faith With cocks throbbing under a priestly robe High priests of sodomy lusting after our brood Deranged clerics covet young quivering flesh Bishops busy burring deeds unworthy of apes While feeble popes laud high moral principles Teaching one thing while dreaming the next victim They point their finger and fill you with guilt Make you believe the fault is solely yours Centuries of molestation In the crypts of the Vatican A cup full of menstruation Communion of ejaculation Their bloody sacrament Rotten mobs and virgin blood Raping maiming killing Communion of ejaculation Centuries of molestation In the crypts of the Vatican A cup full of menstruation Communion of ejaculation Sodomite vicars swallow the communion host And breathe out the sulfur fumes of hell Demon-infested minds fruit of insane doctrine Nothing more than symbolic occult satanism And all this while the sheep still bleat their praises Unknowing of what really lurks within their midst Nothing more than revival of the blood cults of old Spiritually, materially devouring them from inside

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Adorer of fallacy feeding upon external stimulus Like Prometheus chained up on mount Caucasus Dead in the flesh mistaken for deity Feign emotions fill your hollow conscience Clinging to masks and objects a life in shambles Addicted to impressions to fill a psychic abyss Akin to phosphorus trashing and churning in an icy hell Man can't be still while he tries to fill that empty shell Carving staining that carnal tomb Conforming sheepishly to his daily doom Lost in a world of mirages Chasing reflections in mirrors Osiris entombed alive in gold and lead Dead in the flesh Sipping acrid poison dripping from the sun Dead in the flesh Kali Binah rend the charred flesh open Dead in the flesh Horus be reborn to balance the reign of Set Dead in the flesh Akin to phosphorus trashing and churning in an icy hell Man can't be still while he tries to fill that empty shell Carving staining that carnal tomb Conforming to his daily doom Lost in a world of mirages Chasing reflections in mirrors Feeding on hypocrisy and flattery of the sycophant Competing and following morals of the hierophant Dead in the flesh In acceptance or rejection his rebellion is mockery Blind slaves bred to serve the will of true creativity Osiris entombed alive in gold and lead Sipping acrid poison dripping from the sun Kali Binah rend the charred flesh open Horus, be reborn to balance the reign of Set

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Once the virulent storm has died Like crawling infants you will stride The hardest shall be the first tread When facing the steep mountain ahead But before long you shall be set free As lion and horned beast hold battle In dispute over your valuable crown Until finally both beasts lie down Equally glad and equally weary Sole and sublime that crown of yours In the gray frosty void of the abyss Shall shine above the colony of maggots Heed now the voiceless call Ascend now brood of the abyss Watch the flame beyond the wall Raise the crown toward your bliss Its twelve stars filling the silence And solitude with a raging music And a motion silent indivisible You shall sit enthroned upon the invisible Metamorphosis of the maggots Your eyes fixed on that which is nothing Beyond anything that thought or trance can reach Metamorphosis of the maggots Ascend now brood of the abyss Your right hand girting the azure rod of light While the left gripping the red scourge of death Girdled by a snake more brilliant than the sun itself The great omnipresent serpent whose name is eternity Full of knowing your mouth-curved moon Like in a grinning smile Poised forward kissing Nuit the lady of the stray abodes Metamorphosis of the maggots

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Things seem acquired and more are lost Such is the whole ploy of the senses Just trying to orient the self but still ever lost A weight on the neck poised over oblivion Waging war on the self physically enslaved By a shimmering world thus I behave like a man in a grave Cause and effect are the prescribed laws Self-deceit and delusions the opiate of the masses Hearken in silence Hearken devoid of senses Hearken in darkness Separate from sensible things Hearken in emptiness Void of corporeal quantity Hearken devoid of consciousness Tear out the eyes and fathom what's behind Pierce the eardrums and listen to the hum The innate limit falls, feel it unbind Pendulum stands still, no age to come Feel them, these spiral vibrations Strangled within coils Feel them, jolting in the veins Strangled within coils Feel them, in the pulsing flames Strangled within coils Feel them, the primordial chains Strangled within coils Reversal of physical reality Implosion in the torus A creation of corporeality Know there is no flow Compacting universal density Conscious in a mental hollow To reduce the wondrous diversity As above so below

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

All shall be consumed down to the last ashes Malefic book of lies, replete with logical heresies Profuse incoherent absurdities and ethical fallacies Thy cause of multitudes to plunge unto thwarted cries Thou shall let no tyrant god Lay the yoke of faith on thee Slay all pedophile gods In their bestial semblances Your name will fade with time Amidst your scorched barren shrine Your name will fade with time Death of all things divine Man-made rituals, a lying foundation Feeding on mechanical, mindless masses Forget all you know about the god of creed Religion is tailored for the walking dead For we lost our faith in all that is celestial All this time conditioned won't heal the pain Whilst adherents are uttering a prayer to be saved We lift the latch of bronze and enter fearlessly Your name will fade with time Amidst your scorched barren shrine Up above gray swollen clouds now blacken the sky Below gleams bright as we light aflame their house Smitten by invisible gods they scream their pleas Still no sign of heaven came to aid their burning souls Your name will fade with time Amidst your scorched barren shrine

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Their futile sobbing worse than child's cry When they're reaped by Saturn's lead scythe Past present future fruitless absent might Their end is nigh to hang them high Their age of madness is duly over Deceitful of archaic mode of taught Fear, guilt and self-loathe all it's brought Their end is nigh to hang them high Their futile sobbing worse than child's cry When they're reaped by Saturn's lead scythe Past present future fruitless absent might Their end is nigh to hang them high Hang doom prophets from their lofty towers Hang gold-hoarding death-dealers of Babylon Hang child-defiling high priests of Rome Hang sly statesman from highest flagpoles Hang them high Watch them die Times are ripe for butchering cattle Should you choose your own demise... There are those who will sell it to you At a price for all to consume and die Hang blue bloods from their royal family trees Hang cultist overlords from their ziggurats Hang Islam's insane caliphs from minarets Hang crooked Zionists from the Wailing Wall Heed the pristine law Their souls begin to fray Sacrifice cultists of old Under the law of the bold

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

The skyline shone beautifully while ablaze Twisted fuming metal stretched upwards Everything glowed with an orange haze Dark clouds of venom engulfed the lands Siphoning splattered raining blood Sewers below became all mudded I am the force behind the scene you see I weaved this web of light and illusions I am the sound of a million exploding suns I am shaking you from your deep slumber With a thousand lonely suicides Forced by terror of incineration A dark wind blows Corruption abounds And nearly all of you are deaf and mute Cast your eyes to the chasm of Aden Dawning new aeon Siphoning splattered raining blood Sewers below became all mudded I am the force behind the scene you see I weaved this web of light and illusions I am the sound of a million exploding suns I am shaking you from your deep slumber Trapped in the bowels of this vile regime And as foretold it's bleeding to death Blood holocaust amplified a millionfold Through the eyes of the whole globe For memory to remain as a ghostly Disease obstinately haunting your mind Your fiery grin, a frozen ash smudged frown ...and the dusk's pale glow, spirals upwardly down

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Once more it rises from the ancient depths Forcefully gauging its way through dormant clefts As one multitude of minds reaching for what was lost And forgotten in the swirling waters of the past Oh how the gods have failed Enslaved in Malkuth Woe on thee frail men In the caverns of Malkuth Burred under the sheer mass of fear, blood and hatred Surging, surfacing from the subconscious mausoleum Oh how the gods have failed Enslaved in Malkuth Woe on thee frail men In the caverns of Malkuth Blindly obliterated by fires of purification Swallowed the vibrant dark earth in collision Swept clean by titanic grails in endless torsion Drowned in the black waters of dissolution Enslaved in Malkuth In the caverns of Malkuth Penetrated by omnipresent æther of intention Elementally destroyed and then reborn Emerging from the womb of reality's very fabric Time has no wounds to heal when there's none to flow Enslaved in Malkuth In the caverns of Malkuth

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Father Chokmah thou are I in the burning spheres Hallowed be thy flame emanation of Kether Non serviam moriah victrix ventus My kingdom come By toil and wrath Of the dark mother Thy will be done Thy will be done, thy true will of the bornless one In Malkuth as in every manifestation of the Ein Sof Thy will be done, thy true will of the bornless one Strengthen us and quench our lust to know thyself Trespassing begets no scorn for it is your will in mine We of Assiah have but naught to forgive nor blame Lead us not among the blind hordes of ignorance But deliver our ember from the night sky's womb Non serviam moriah victrix ventus Non serviam moriah victrix ventus

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savor hath Life? An impeccable machine, exact He paces an inane and pointless path To glut brute appetites, his sole content How tedious were he fit to comprehend Himself! More, this our noble element Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned Life hath no spring, no axle, and no end His body a blood-ruby radiant With noble passion, sun-souled Lucifer Wwept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant On Eden's imbecile perimeter He blessed nonentity with every curse And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense Breathe life into the sterile universe With love and knowledge drove out innocence The key of joy is disobedience

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

It's the dawn of the black sun Devourer and bestower of life Illuminate, cultivate the apostate You observe as they command And wade through your own blood Before long you shall understand What is in store with the seeds you sow... In wrath and vengeance tear down The bastions of their gods of domination Bask in their cries, anguish and suffering Be the fool who knows but remains tacit It's the eve of the hollow eclipse Dispenser and destroyer of death Illuminate, cultivate the apostate It's the dawn of the black sun Devourer and bestower of life Cultivate the apostate It's the eve of the hollow eclipse Dispenser and destroyer of death Cultivate the apostate

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025