Kyrie / Gloria

Gathered like a herd of sheep A wingless dove which tries to aim for sanctity Sanctimonious, lurking in your robes of guilt Drink the holy ghost waiting for epiphany Anoint yourself with the blood of your fallen son But how to be a saviour when you cannot run Nailed to a piece of oaken timber in the morning light Neglected by your priests which feast on your flesh at night This is my body which is broken for you This is my blood, drink it in remembrance of me Bring the meat for the feeble traitors you have born Fat, rich and bold and still you suffer with your crown of thorns Out of golden goblets let the altar winе flow like a spring Shady creatures floating hеlplessly without a king Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Gloria in excelsis deo This is my body This is my blood Gloria patri Et filio Et spiritui sancto Sicut erat in principio Et nunc Et semper Et in saecula saeculorum Amen!

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 07, 2025

Tired and feeble, like Skalli, through an eclipse run As legends told you, a wolf is said to eat the sun Inevitable you thought would be Sol's daily rise Now embrace Ragnarök, your skin brought your demise Remember when we first met I took your hand in mine Laughing then, you followed me Back then the sun did shine But I a madman, filled with anger and with bitterness You're my pretty girl, your moans made me confess Confess Sin Confess Sin Confess Sin Confеss, confess Sin Taste your skin, your sweetest poison Thе sun will never rise again Taste the sin, and cross the horizon The world goes gently up in flames Fulfill my deepest longing, satisfy my hunger A hidden lust from deep down under The sun between your hips echoes from your lips Spawn the demons I create I create Taste your skin, your sweetest poison The sun will never rise again Taste the sin, and cross the horizon The world goes gently up in flames

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 07, 2025

Mighty father, thy name is fire Leave me to fall with my untold desire Splendour and ash, a call in the wild Entrails and steel, glory and gore tonight When there's struggle there's power and loss And there's no hope below the cross A calling from the mountains A whisper from the veins A constant feel of apathy A blaze becoming me I cast the critical solution I am the architect of my illusion A thousand fingers, a thousand eyes Guide my soul into the night skies Ain't death grand Welcome to the never Where fear and pain unite Where sorrow gently follows yet agony subside Welcome to the nothing He will embrace your soul Death is superior, it takes its toll Enter the gate to neverending nothingness and silence Enter the realm of the unknown, the unspoken, the inferior of hell Become the void you always wished for, become the nameless one The faceless one Ain't death grand? Blood, fire, poison, death Ain't death grand

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 07, 2025