Akercocke
Album • 1999
"Hereupon I defy God and his Christ The angels of Heaven Rejecting all that lives in God's name."
Melting into the crowd, the Basilica The bells of Rome proclaiming in the mid-day heat Hosanna, Holy father, Benedictus The face of a man who Never considered an angel "Sint mihi dei Acherontis Propitii valeat Numen triplex Jehovae A sleep like the ages A sleep like death Like Gog and Magog Blood flows like dreams Black stole, black chasuble Black cope, angelic perfection Perfect pope murder Pre-sanctification "Hell. God. Devil. Amen Hey." "Christoph, please" he begged me "Just once more" he lay there Mesmerised, by marionettes Smiling, weeping As dark angels claimed his soul A sleep like the ages A sleep like death Like Gog and Magog Blood flows like dreams "Hereupon, I defy God and his Christ The angels of Heaven Rejecting all that lives in Gods name" Death is meaningless Pain is endless, Satanic succubus Profane, deranged We descend to catacombs
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 22, 2025
Cold eyes, full of steppes And wolves and snow Grey eyes, lifeless sight Poison of God Kether, Chokmah, Binah The nightmare pulse exposed My ego dissipating The great abyss absolves My sybaritic mind "I feel the unclean adoring me" I sense the collapse of reason within me Nothingness, emptiness Unbecoming, un-being The disunion of the reflection Decomposition Manifest Mephistopheles Shadow face in the image of God In the body of Christ Midnight Angelus "Who is the damned? Who is the saved?" Depart thou cursed faceless one Dark allure, different voices But the same song The succubae sing for me Kether, Chokmah, Binah
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 22, 2025
This track is instrumental.
The thrash of limbs In my bed that keeps me From my sleep, if I could sleep The musky scent of bodies Intertwined, that beckon me... In the torchlight In the half light I listen to them cum... "O Marguerite We'll have to submit to his will We'll have to submit to his will" Beckoning me, seducing me Hand in hand, body on body Moist to the touch The sweat soaked back That writhes in my hands Cold grey eyes that stare As I cum... As I cum... The rasping ragged breaths And the entanglement of limbs I inhale the sweetness of the innocence That I destroy Pleasure, delight Domination, damnation I can almost touch the darkness I can almost feel the night
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 22, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Murder, engineer death and evil Mentor tormentor Spiritual rapist Divine predator Beguiling Zulieka i must take her in hand The leptosome nymphet Demands discipline Capricious and lissome Macromastic and dark The taste of her cunt Almost makes me feel pure Be unto me, resplendent sin Appease this disease Insatiable Satan Olam ha Nekudoth Insatiable master, Satan Blood of Christ Necronomicon Blood of Christ Many realities unfold Betwixt a rich fruit of locusts Shade and substance twists I could almost believe in Allah For your sake, Zulieka "Be unto me, Devil Be unto me..."
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 22, 2025
Lucifer, Ouyar, Chameron, Aliseon, Mandousin, Premy Oriet, Neydrus. Esmony, Eparinesot, Estiot, Dumosson, Danochar, Casmiel, Hayras, Fabeleronthon, Sordinon, Peatham, Come, Lucifer...
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 22, 2025
Washing the incense And blood from my eyes The absurdities from my mind Bells pealing, aspersions I fell asleep thinking of angels My name shall be reviled Unto the end of the world To the last generations Of sons of women Abdiel, Gabriel Pre-figure and merge Uriel, Abaddon Heralding a haven of hope And Helen was screaming Amidst chaos and candles Blinded by blood We behold the Sophia The Magus, he kneels To kiss the abbots ring A scream of silence pours forth From her red lips Her arms outstretched Into a crucifix With aspect of woman and man Shedding hair and gown Adoring the perfect Sophia Prostrate before the icon twisted Sabellicus worships the deviant Spurious seraph Sophistry, treachery Obscene architect of dark artifice Shivering and dancing in the breeze The mirrors catch the sun
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 22, 2025
Beauty is a virgins pinch Beauty is blasphemy Beauty is a sick rose Beauty is truth Lips always cool Thin, hard tongue Beauty is the beginning of terror Beauty is a circle She likes me to stand While she sucks me I searched all over the abbey Justine now gone her soul free to be Distinct in my mind As I see you Disencumber skin of darkness Bleeding into The structure Essence of unholy form To kill the persona To suppress the lies of mind The opinion is distortion In perfection of void Destroy false self "Thus does your master Cure the bind, crucified?"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 22, 2025
This track is instrumental.
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