Stoned

Satanic faith, the old religion Bases its ritual today upon a mocking parody of its archenemy, the Christian church The mass is pronounced backwards and an altar formed by the belly and breasts of a naked woman There could be no greater offense to God in such a profanation There could be no greater offense to God in such a profanation There could be no greater offense to God in such a profanation Where sex is considered the most characteristic sin in Christendom Viewed from the precincts of the occult This obscene profanation becomes a formalized ceremonial The religious observances of the children of Satan Expressing an undying faith in their old religion And they're not maniacs They're men and women who live among us whom we know and like People we confide in, yarn to over a beer They are people striking back at the world of technology through the timeless magic of witchcraft Striking back at the world of technology Striking back at the world of technology Striking back at the world of technology Striking back at the world of technology Striking back at the world of technology through the timeless magic of witchcraft Children of Satan, children of Satan, children of Satan, children of Satan

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

She was left raped and bleeding, freezing in the snow A soldier I, returned from war, to find my bride like so Her family dead, her father hanged at the gallows in the square He was accused of witchcraft, a devil priest By blood, revenge, is the oath that I now swear Witchfynder finder Witchhunter slayer I shall be a grim reminder of the lives he undid here Destitute and surely deranged I now drift from town to town Maddened with my lust for revenge In the bottle my sorrows drowned I search the name of Hopkins When our paths cross cross, I'll take away his life I'll bash his fucking skull in and scalp him with my knife Vengeance! Vengeance! On the Inquisitor, slay! Vengeance! Vengeance! The hunter becomes the prey!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Mine is the house, we're all warned about when trick or treating as a child Inside my head, perverted thoughts are hid, but the neighbors say my manners mild Ive been rumored to creep, when all others sleep, you've seen me in my white van Thick-rimmed glasses and a well-groomed mustache hide the face of a hideous man Die cut witches, ghouls and skulls A graveyard on my lawn My house is dressed up for Halloween The most elaborate on my street... Trick or Treat Most kids with sense, their muscles tense, and dash past my house Halloween night But those with greed in there hearts, whose breath reek of sweet tarts Drag heaving bags, in devilish rags, to the door of the spider that waits And behind my thick glasses, I dream of their asses, butchered and ready to eat A tape of horror sounds of fright To lure them to my lair Masked effigies and eerie lights and a large bowl filled with sweets... Trick or Treat You've all heard this tale, in every village and vale, every neighborhood has someone like me Some say its folklore, to keep kids from straying too far, but I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing For I am that man, in the white cargo van, and I'm prowling and ready to strike I feign normalcy, so they wont think of me, when a kid goes missing Halloween night

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Before the black candles on the altar The priestess blesses the participants and invokes the great god Pan The kiss of the beast, the promise of naked bodies Dedicating themselves to the godhead Thrill with the pulsing lust of night O Pan! Great Pan! Thunder your hooves to join our rite O Pan! Great Pan! With hooves of steel, brace all the rocks Through solar solstice to equinox And rave and rape and rip and rend Everlasting world without end Thundering hooves Thundering hooves Thundering hooves Thundering hooves Power, that which is the flower of lust Holy and ever blessed Mighty the thrusting power of his thigh and token erect Thrice blessed Soothing rod, the mystery of his love for us Thundering hooves Thundering hooves Thundering hooves Thundering hooves But the rites of witchcraft go far beyond this point They express a longing, a desperate nostalgia for the nature of the beast Which civilized man has left behind him

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Do you want to live forever? Join us for eternity We are Satans children and when he rises we shall be free Whore nun Cunt of Christ Give us your soul Invert the cross you hold In your holy hands Inhale the smoke of this burning herb Initiation complete Join us, The Black Church and live forever! Dedicate your life to our master Help give him life Turn your back on god He's gave you nothing but lies

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Lock the doors i'm coming Listen Shhhh....

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

I want to see the world burn I am filled with hate and Disgust Sick of it all, my sanity is metal and its starting to rust... Emptiness I have no soul No conscience Its getting old Happiness, a thing of the past Death, is approaching fast Afterlife, i don't believe If hell exists, i'm already there, yeah!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Shunned out in the street, like a horrid wretched dog Townsfolk castigate you, say your hair is far too long Denim and black leather shroud you, shining with such filth To deflect the stones they fling at you, their glances set to kill Metal, punk, comic books, and horror vhs Nothing else to live for so you might as well obsess Discovering books of power on the arcane and occult Eating psilocybin leaves you feeling quite possessed Those bastards quote the bible, to tell you how to live You read the Book of Eibon and the Necronomicon Tired of being treated like a leper and pariah and in those books of power you find a new messiah You read a sordid tale about the wicked blood queen master The words on yellowed paper make your heart pump a little faster She was said to haunt the hills of the land which you were born A bent and haggard crone, defiled and thus deformed She'd lure away the towns children, through the woods, into the cave Preserve them in the swamps in their shallow water graves Adepts and fools who sought her, she'd drug and make her slaves and curse the pregnant woman with foul rodent babes Her woeful tale stirs your heart, and strikes a chord of doom Her sigils and her spells make perfect sense to you Reading on you learn about her sad and lonely fate Hunted by the townsfolk- to this you can relate They tied her to the stake and they stoned her with large rocks Watched her in her misery, they all did point and mock And so she met her end, the psychedelic bitch The foul foetid beldame, the horrific Acid Witch She was stoned... to the grave! So now alone within your room, a shadow stirs and looms Your turntable's spinning backwards, the needles grinding through the grooves A malignant cackle echoes, from the speakers vomit spews Load the bong, spark the flame, inhaling of the fumes The ceiling starts to bend and warp, it smells of unearthed tomb Violet light envelops everything, the trip begins for you You are stoned....to the grave!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Dont fuck with fire lest you feel like getting burned Torture is to kind for a jock asshole like you Im rocks chosen warrior, Ive evoked the demon Sammi Curr and hes given me the power to nail all of you Metal Movie Marijuana Massacre Meltdown It's me against the world, thats what it feels like in Mill Basin Until Black Roses come to town and rocks my fucking face in They're here for one night only, thats all they'll ever need To steal away our souls and make our eardrums bleed Seen these movies so many times Turn off the volume cause I know all the lines So fucking high, just let the stereo play but only if its Lizzy Borden or Fastway

The metaphysical fog That seperates our uworlds Is thinning to allow passage To the dead from the formless void On the eve of Samhain On All Hallows' Eve Disguise yourself as a corpse To ward off the harmful dead Evil Begets Evil on the Sabbath of the Undead Dead leaves will not warn you of a ghostly specter looming near Their cold fire stare will burn through you Unless your filled with morbid curiosity On the eve of Samhain On All Hallows' Eve Horror is the only means To keep the wraiths at bay

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025