Antichrist

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Master, take wing over the desert And parched land Master, the art of suffering A divine dance Summon The Master... Mouth incendiary evocation Black flame engulfs Filth and maggots of humanity Hair burning, faces melt Summon! Master! The inexhaustible beauty The incomparable gift Satan has made to the human race In his only child Antichrist (Solo Wilcock) Mouth incendiary evocation Black flame engulfs Filth and maggots of humanity Hair burning, faces melt Obscene ritual Totems sacrosanct Divine Baphomet Worship the Goatlord Divine Lucifer Worship the Goatlord Swarming, the spirits of the pit Infernal, arise from the abyss Absonant, within the pentagram Ritually summon the Antichrist The wings of The Master...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 22, 2025

Believe in what you can see Believe in what you can feel Reveal yourself unto me Show yourself unto me Believe in what you know Believe in what you can touch Legs agape Stretching slow Show yourself unto me The soft wet kisses To the mouth of the vagina Taste exquisite to me "I believe that when I die I shall rot and nothing of my ego shall survive" (Bertrand Russell) The glabrous beauty Once the blood dries on the contract All debts must be paid Once the blood dries on the contract You can never go back All debts must be paid We form an unmoving tableau Of adorer and adored Unsure briefly which is me Every thought I ever had Dissolves into nothing (Solo Wilcock) When you take me in your mouth Staring into my eyes Stretched skin Mesmerising All debts must be paid

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 22, 2025

Draw near - partake of this altar For you are fairer in beauty Than other daughters of man Recognise and embrace This glorious proclamation Of eternal damnation Place all your faith in sex and death Rather than the wisdom of the divine Have no pity for those Mired in the prophet delusion Content to be servile for a lifetime Tis better to be king for a day Your passing will leave Scant trace in history Wiped from memory Like forgotten dream Like sand slipping through fingers...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 22, 2025

If I couldn't see before I see quite clearly now This world opens up to me Wretched and insincere Further regressing Into the arms of the delusional Traditions, religions Of perpetual mendacity In deference to A non-existent God Souls hesitant and full of fear A death culture Dead culture Sacrament of Holy Orders Of infamous artifice The testament of Man Meeting his monsters Should we choose to listen Should we choose to see Adding clarity and focus (of) what you are What you want to be The subtle distinction Between human and inhuman And if couldn't see before I see quite clearly now I see quite clearly now Should we choose to listen Should we choose to see (Solo Wilcock) (Solo Mendonca)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 22, 2025

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Walking on water Water into wine Fear is the opiate that inspires Clotted screams to scab Never ceasing repeating Silence words of righteousness Fill the angels mouth The angels mouth..... Fuck the mouth (Solo Mendonca) Immerse the soul in oblivion An abyss of hallucinations With time standing still Standing still Waiting patiently Waiting patiently Under a Judas goatskin Waiting patiently To catch the life you throw away With time standing still Observe chaos in action Confront the real and ideal (Solo Wilcock)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 22, 2025

Drink the blood Shadows cast Formless flesh Your disguise Divine Hell Ritual Crush your shape Unholy dance The captive angel Flailing still Inside the dark The dark inside Taste of the necrotic cadaver See the blood Obscene prayer Intoxicate Seraph pure Evil Sublime Agony Purified by My perversion The captive angel Flailing still Inside the dark The dark inside Taste of the necrotic cadaver A perfect suggestion You understand despite The words you can really hear My carnal intention Unfolds before your very eyes The night is cold and clear I cast my gaze to see Your voice is warm and near But it means nothing to me Sea breeze turns to gale It's harder now to see Your words are like a veil Hours drip by Time burning Your wine spills from The glass you barely hold Disrobing Sublimely Reaching down to claim the prize The night is cold and clear I cast my gaze to see Your voice is warm and near But it means nothing to me Sea breeze turns to gale It's harder now to see Your words are like a veil But they mean nothing at all Breathing Scratching From the inside Untouchable Unreachable Uncertainty (Solo Mendonca) The night is no disguise The darkness is a mirror I was feeling blind Everything seemed new to me You made up my mind Lies were really truth you see

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 22, 2025

Hear me The Antichrist is coming He who opened his mouth in blasphemy Against god and his tabernacle And those that dwell in the heavens He denies the Father and the Son He refutes that Jesus is the Christ And it was given unto him To make war with the saints And to overcome them all Power was given over All kindreds and tongues and nations... I am an idea - I exist Live and breathe - I am real Call it a moment of inspiration That allowed my existence I am a raw and terrible God I am Antichrist (Solo Wilcock) Sticky white bile Smeared and splattered Around grey lipped mouths Heavy death that rapidly decays The rich and the poor We are all the same in death The unmistakable fragrance Of rigid decomposition Exacts no distinction

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 22, 2025

Thinking of words To describe you No one can know How much I trust you Calling Satan Master of dark deeds Discarding the mask Riddled with shame I'm taking the task Worthy to your name Now I request you To follow my every move The more I take from you The stronger I become Satan Master...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 22, 2025