Akrotheism
Album • 2019
And there was Typhon with in a swirl of transdimensional aeons Voiding every bit of treasonable civilizations in universes of archaic order A knot of raging serpents, death emblem of the all prevailing vortex The temporal of the modern world, sunken in primordial fascination And there were winds carriers of pagan desires, blowing through sodomized carrions, disgraced remains of spiritual deprivation The song of the howling winds, echoes the horn of omniscent war The strike of the lighting left the mark of inconceivable knowledge, the one that turned man into swine and cattle The flash our blades upon all parasitic creatures, hating themselves for being weak And all psychotic faith will be swallowed up, everything true will come out Its vanity to hold your neck, your blood will keep on drawing monstrous hieroglyphs, portraying ourselves into something greater As we are changing from the one skin into the other Within the cyclone and the storm forces by the orbit of Ouroboros
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Neither prayer nor teachings of humiliation can prevent this greatness No human offering, nor hybris can tame ruthless will In these lands only suffering is the eternal wisdom and truth A fire sheltered within the abominations of shattered body parts Only realizes its totality and purity in permanent rot The quintessence of Promethean gift, within the ecstasy of cadaver pleasures Rejoice, rejoice The birth of Tuphaon from the sacred union between everything and nothing Oh Typhoeus, oh unreal self, rise to murder all gods Imprisoned deamon within us, completion of our duality Unleashed to murder all gods of wormful fear And no other than chaos can satisfy our wishes Behold the authentic creation In the need to be destroyed We hail this authentic creation In the need to be destroyed We dare to stare at these eyes In our need to be destroyed
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
The gate is sealed with a frantic cry of victory against death The pestilence must be saved, must be progressed with piety for a divine reward aganist death Let her be the light at the end of the tunnel Ripping through your useless being Let her be hope, dictating your self-awareness In lewdness and degragation In metamorphial separation The rise of pestilence against death The gate is sealed and great depths are echoed Monstrous vibrations of inconceivable trepidation Of time for the new promised land Of time to plant her abominable seeds Of time to feast the joys of her plaguish fruits In lewdness and degragation In metamorphial separation Everyone will be the chosen one, the judge and the executioner Everyone will owe a tribute to the holy corpse of pestilence Let her vomit flow on the throats of innocent children So that they may be distorted and swollen So that may Lethe ooze from their molested brains Forever within the new promised land Forever within the hideous wheel of reincarnation
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Be kind to yourself, grasp the dagger and rip your flesh The hideous and the repulsive will do our dreams organic Lead us to the virtue of my real being It's the voluptuousness of your repugnant scars The seductiveness of your skinless shape An awakening of our ancestral nature Beyond any afterlife of non existence A ceremony of contradictions, invoke my true face That of Satyr, the unchanging, the eternal
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
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