…And the Seventh His Soul Detesteth

A shamelessness beyond any reason We ought to scalp the insidious disease To unravel and to annihilate the needless To eradicate and to destroy in numbers Raising monuments on foreign fields In enormous numbers from barren lands preaching insanities built on dust and bones A disillusioned reality - a pissed upon life I am the spectator with a wolfen grin Rejoicing every death, every life deceased The more the merrrier, the less a burden Stone upon stone Mountains of bone My will be done There will be none

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 22, 2025

Take a look at the face of vanity and pain For it is the fate of pride that the Lord hateth Listen to the tongue of lies and deceit For it is the tongue that the Lord hateth Feel the hands that shed innocent blood For it is the hands that the Lord hateth Listen to the heart that deviseth ruined plots For it is the heart that the Lord hateth See the feet that are swift to run into mischeif For it is the feet that the Lord hateth Listen to the deceitful witness the uttereth lies For it is the witness that the Lord hateth Watch me Lord, For I am him the soweth Discord among brethren And this the seventh his soul detesteth Watch me Lord, For I am him that soweth Discord among brethren And this the seventh his soul detesteth

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 22, 2025

In his eyes, in his sight In his illuminating power In darkness as in light In man's proudest tower In love as in blinding hate In warmth and in comfort In every birth and ending fate In prayers for the Lord to come forth On staggered path and knifesharp stone On ashes of scorched earth and bone On a trancendental flaggelation high On asretic wings and soon...to die On salvation ground and close to the holy ghost On wooden cross and close to the holy ghost On a puplit and words of condemnation On harvest soil and in humble immolation In filth, on filth

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 22, 2025

There breeds an ancient pride Like clusters of blue eyes staring Spitting and cursing and burning Eating the face of God in one gulp It wasn't carved in stone Yet immortalized in mind With forever burning eyes And a need to conquer yet again Could you see those teeth? Grinding your flesh like the poison in a vein Face the fury, face the ruin Drown in the darkest of misiries In a rabod fury with runnig white saliva Dripping death from the hole called mouth Resurrected for the Semper Aeturnus Dead for the worlds without soul Rise and grasp the horrid laughter's Rise and fall forever and for all Ruin yourself with the decadence within

Submitted by The Void — Apr 22, 2025

For again man must build the highest of towers For the art of Hubris must again shine upon thee No Lord stands before oneself other than the reflection of the I Protagonists hath yet again soweth the seeds of arrogance Pride doesn't go before a fall, nor does pride blind One cannot tolerate the body and mind not to fully improve Or the awareness of thyself as the one true being For God allows no one to have high thoughts but himself Seest thou how God with his lightning strikes All that groweth and exceeds the limits of submissiveness So plainly does he love to bring down Everything that exalts itself And all that does not haveth Within him the rereverance of God For he hath himself ministered that envy is an atrocity And that the glory of man must be oppresed He whom hath the confusion of tongues Are himself chained to his own inconsistency

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 22, 2025

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Channeling your deepest internal powers To obtain a state of self-awareness beyond the I Sewing your eyes closed with sharpened threads No greater the feeling than the sting of harm Slithering senses as the darkness becomes a cloak Colorless without motion to the world outside What beckons the eyes of the beholder? Than mere detest for the unintelligible Forevermore and beyond all there is Time is collapsing and the mind expanding The breath doesn't mean life The eyes doesn't meansight Reap the energies from the cosmos within Eat the light and swallow the darkness Then all became nothing And nothing became everything Then the mind fell apart And became one with the earth

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 22, 2025

Destroy the life of grace and create damnation For thine brethren hath forsaken thee Their tongues hath spoken with split intentions Uttered visions words that slithers down the spine For amongst the damned you must wander And conjure the seven demons within yourself Hath not thine heart felt the yearning To unleash the hell that weighs you down? The lesser of minds are the oppressors of the self Sleepwalking angels blindfolded and pinioned Thy righteous power that exonerates the seven Is to feed upon the mundane delights O joy be thy name incarnated by the light og the bearer May his weapon of delight be thine evidence enshrined Rejoice in thy name and welter in cardinal sins For thee rometh again to pester and to create tribulaion

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 22, 2025

I will smite whom opress thine words For truly their tongues are corrupted with doubt The manure throne are possessed by ifidels Those whom uterth the righteous ways Seperate the flesh from bone to cleanse Joyous is the liberation of the mind Existence must cease to be Sever the bonds of creation There are none above the none And thus all are below the nothing For man must in its fullest awareness Speak and obey according fo him Necroapocalyptic visions of withering soil The light illuminates the earth The hand that severs the bonds of creation Is the hand that rules the world

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 22, 2025

And as the Devil splits open thine veins A feverish rush of solitary rivers Oh yes indeed, the Lord hath thee granted And so thy will must be abandoned Harken, creature of the beast In the light of the bearer shineth Alas, tonguesplitten lier in peace Thine flesh is weak and tired The spirit that worketh in the children of disobedience The dragon and the tempter, the power of the air The poison of God and the morning star Lifts thine spirit high in illumination Eyes turn white, the skin molten grey Open chest with a black heart pounding For what hath thee forsaken Cut the flesh that are the soil

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 22, 2025