Heliopolis

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In the origin of time The soul of darkness was banned into The depths of the dark Its evil was separated from the light of humanity To raise up into times of weakness and despair, and cover earth with fire and blood. Choirs of bitterness attend the hordes of darkness. By their storm through the crimson heaven. Screams tear the silence of the night. Blood is burning in flames of destruction. Dead flowers become black candles, Burning in eternal beauty. Buried in spheres beyond all imagination, The children of the sun will never see the sun again. Like nightshadows they march their way. Buried in the eternal depths of darkness, In the naked winds of seas they cry - Never heard … In sorrow united.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

In valleys of inconcrete spirituality, in places consecrated to the Snake, in the region of the sun and beasts of prey there arises a new god. Like Phoenix from the ashes he raises out of ruins, strengthened by endless sorrows inflicted upon him. In new, re-established power transferred to him by his new figure, he lives, our rejuvenated Serpent God. The ages of the sun and fire, of light and joy are gone. APOPHIS founds his realm of Darkness in the middle of the world of light. In his hands the signs of power and of immortality, His body is strongly erected upon his feet. Covered with a coat of evil craft The cause of former weakness is shaken off. Join this sombre world it is right beyond your reason. Ordinary man, behold, see APOPHIS arise. He fights the Gods of the Sun in their own realm to found the force of blood, death and darkness. Aspis, Basilisk, Illuyanka, Midgards-Ormr, Kaikai-filu, Ruye, Kaliya, arise! Leave your reason, go beyond, Enlighten yourself in Darkness.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Who are you, man? Walking on this earth of misery condemned to vain existence, following low things. The truly Grand surrounds you, though it never reaches you as you are a prisoner of your poor knowledge. Who is it to redeem you? This invisible figure, The ruler of your dreams? Whose help do you implore when your horizon is not enough? Is it God? You find yourself enclosed in this room from which there is no way out. There is no door that opens to your knocking but a drawbridge that closes in front of you. Your inner self is hidden behind walls, the cold walls of your inner self shielding you from the outer world. You determine the point of time, at which you open yourself to this present world, at which you allow contact by weak media - through your senses, that deceive you. You see the dawn but true light never reaches you, you sense warmth but you are surrounded by frost. The Serpent, the Evil, the Lord of Darkness reawakens and leads the way. Secret knowledge, forgotten over milennia, discloses itself to you, tears down your walls. You receive strength but not from within yourself. It is the contrast between darkness and light. A dark access to the Gateway to the Underworld opens within the fires of Re, that donate you light to honour the Sun: The passage to a new Kingdom is created

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Walking slowly through the valley of rest Seemingly unnoticed by the powers of life To identify the meaning of my dreams. The rocks in the shades are witnesses Of my remaining depressingly As I kept on going just to stop at a well. Entering the well I felt like Christ At his descent down to hell. Observed by creatures while intruding their realm With my soul burning and my mind confused I went on in this maze of darkness Driven onward by powers unseen The impending nearness of the Prince of Death I passed the broken well of my dreams. Reimparting strength into my inmost self, And Accepting dreams as a means of resistance. Entering the well I felt like Christ At his descent down to hell.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Die Nacht ist noch jung, von Nebel durchdringt die Luft, ein kalter Herbstwind beraubt die Bäume ihrer letzten Blätter. Tote Reste pflanzlichen Lebens, die Natur bereitet ihren Schlaf vor. Der schmale Weg schlängelt sich durch bewaldetes Gelände, hinauf in die Berge, auf wankenden Brücken, über enge Schluchten, deren Grund so manchen Wandererkörper empfing. Auf jenem Wege wandelt sie, versteinert ihr Gesicht, ein offenes Buch über das Elend, an dem sie zerbricht. Keine Seele der Welt teilt ihren Schmerz, nirgendwo schlägt für sie ein Herz. Der Mond scheint blutrot, Wolkenfetzen ziehen über den Himmel wie einsame Wanderer, die zielstrebig das Nichts suchen und ständig ihre Gestalt ändern. Zu beiden Seiten des Pfades erheben sich schwarze Tannen, wie riesige Wächter begrenzen sie deutlich den Weg, zu schützen den Wanderer vor Gefahren der Nacht. So kommt sie an das Ende des Weges, ihre Bewegung ist langsam, ihr Blick so leer, - ertränkt in einem Meer aus Tränen. Dort, wo der Abgrund die Leere küßt, wo das Hier und Jetzt nur einen Schritt vom Nichts entfernt, soll die Natur zurückerhalten, was ihr entnommen war. Die düstere Leere erwartet ihren Sprung, der Wind heult mit den Wölfen, der Himmel verbirgt sich hinter dem finsteren Tuch, um diese letzte Tat nicht zu sehen …

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

I dreamt dreams, holy things they were Visions wherein all the future was laid out. I'm the one, the one they placed on the throne of night. Under the moonswept skies of the surface So long ago … I'm your captor, prophet king of an elder age Who has returned in fulfillment of the prophecy. For did not the Holy One banish me? Punished for the greatness of my vision? The long wait is ending, soon we will have our vengeance. Destiny has prepared us a destiny, Achieved with the death of the heir of God. I'm your captor, prophet king of an elder age Under the nightswept skies of the surface. I ascend the throne of the night again Under the nightswept skies of the surface. Where before there was silence The shadows are now filled. Filled with the sound of sharpened claws. Captured with the piercing toneless song.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Infernal regions filled with souls, no hope of resurrection. Well kept in this dark surrounding, left to cruel subjection. But the King of Glory, spreading light, draws near to give salvation and to dispel all fear. He came to release and save those lost and burning souls that crave...him! The Prince of Death and his Prince of Hell exercise their godless might. In a permanent state, state of darkness all their pieces of mankind. The Lords of Hell commence to quarrel on Satan's sentence, sentence of death. Their sombre impious, impious dominion, subjection lies ahead. The bringer of light approaches them, trampling on the Prince of Hell. Sets him under the reign of Death and leaves the Princes to themselves. - to themselves. Infernal regions filled with souls, no hope of resurrection. Well kept in this dark surrounding, left to cruel subjection. From: The Apocryphal Books: Nicodemus, Chapters 16, 17 and 18

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

I am not insane. You frighten me. Leave me alone or I must defend myself. Defend myself against these voices, against your presence. I can't go on - leave me alone. I will destroy you, bring all this to an end. You won't torment anybody - Nobody will miss you. Your blood will be my salvation - I will swallow your heart. I'm in service of God, in service of MY God. Feel my despair, feel my wrath I have warned you, now you will find your rest Your skin will protect me against the chilling frost of night. Your flesh will be my nourishment. Your blood will blend with mine. I swallow you - you swallow me. Feel my punches, feel my love I delivered you from life. Now you will find your rest. The feast of love is over, in far distance is your yelling. I'm not insane - you made me thus. I had to defend myself somehow. To kill you, to deliver you was my deed.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025