Incendiary

That which cannot be saved Send into the arms of God Unflinching modern primitives invoke Mark (the) enemies of the faith Liquidate, sacrifice the evil ones In whom faith has died And all those who deny Exhausted yet tireless, they lay in wait Serpents twisted around the sacred tree (Reciting poisoned words) Preface to a final solution Lead them all astray Lead them all to agony The specter of God becomes Death And when faith has died New gods will arise To ascend a pestilent throne And embrace chaos and death Incendiary – Speak the words of enslavement Litany – Speak of sin and perfect absolution Recite the parables of suffering Chant – Intoxicate the foolish martyrs Iniquity – The specter of God becomes death

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Confront the chaos boiling in your mind Question the doubt that confuses your will Bitten by the serpent, caressed by original sin Feasting on the fruit of the tree Bright eyes now grow brighter Shine out and illuminate the darkness… A starless void seethes and froths confusion The ebb and flow mark time A challenge of reason confronts the flock Dreaming of convention and binding absolutes Dogma turns on an axis of belief Collared by fear and its dowry of damnation Revisit sacred texts, now forced to explain beyond imperium Pronounce the living dead – yet still fear the remains Piety digs a necropolis for the future Encircled by iron wills, galvanized by serene faith Shuttered consciences in denial at all costs Declare encroaching darkness in spite of the light Yet from a bully pulpit spews an intoxicating thought Dreams of convention and binding absolutes Faith in an idea to provincialize all creation Borne of paralyzing process and ironclad mistrust Playing the music of creation through a skipping media Imperfection enshrined as a great destroyer The liberating power of original sin And the endowment of free will Each twisted by the other into the Mark of Cain Questions to confuse the doubt of your will And avoid the chaos boiling in your mind The likeness of being – shaken awake Achieve what God has not? The descent of man…

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

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To tread the path of glory Gild your will with honor Take flight amid the storm Confront the serpent in the garden Feel the fire burn Rejoice and fan the flames Look up to see the moon on the wane And the stars begin to fade The weak trample and feast on the weak - Yet fail to become strong Strength, earned through blood and tears Shown and measured in grace Staying one step ahead of the flock Vigilant in your House of Pain The realization your throne is an illusion A liberation and challenge Stand in awe or fall to your knees and grieve Hear the serpent, but do not listen His breath, the stench! The dust of ages This conqueror adjusts his paper crown Stammers his grace in tongues – a tongue forged in fire His voice cuts like a knife Flaying flesh from bone Cleaving away reality Feel the fire burn, rejoice and fan the flames Tempered steel-eyed glare As your demons dance before your eyes Distract and intoxicate Trying to reclaim what has become yours Make silent your mortal flesh Defy the serpent and gild your will The future converges with tomorrow to become today Embrace the past and what’s to come Convergence

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Across the deserts in flight to the Temple of the Sun Ashen Glory – winged monarch, alights upon the pyre His wings outstretched to embrace destiny Ablaze with light, five-century cycle Renewed Ashen Glory set to blaze, bring the Heavens to Earth Descend to rise, symbolize immortality Proudly the Phoenix reigns in immortal fire Assuage the anguish and fear of… Oblivion At third light appears the reborn majesty In gold, in purple, in victory over death Descend to rise – resplendent wings ablaze Illuminate – trace the contours of time Ashen Glory set to blaze, wings enfold, eternity… Ashen Glory Ashen Glory Ashen Glory – descend to rise – death and glory Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Say the words, speak the tongues Sing the songs of fools Shall the means destroy the ends? So vain is Man (the hand that wounds and heals) Morality of these masters is that of the slaves Leaving the rebuke of the wise echoing into eternity Into the abyss - after them Lunatic fringe sings the songs of fools About the far side of glory Celebrating life-wasting chaos And so become the beasts that perish Darkness in flesh, depravity personified Slit eyes, forked tongues and venomous words Strike at a world they pretend to understand Illusions of superiority and enlightenment Pride in aberration – a justification by faith Lies! Writhing on a throne of self-conceit Words that fit like sackcloth Last gasp of reason as its lungs fill with gas Frothing, filth and agony awaits to purge Towers of Sodom’s skyline Silhouette the blood red dawn Sin as far as the eye can see Cloven hooves of the flock Clatter among the serpents Wriggling in the dust Hearts of darkness Slouching to oblivion Temptation, gratification Let them burn Luminous beings that can die but once Covered by monuments (not mountains) Refusing to live in fear (or shadows) Revel and glory in the struggle Learning not to flinch Grateful for the gift that causes such fear Cautionary tales passed generation to generation Anticipate sepultures of the beasts that perish Those that prey on the weak Handwritten epitaphs by the already dead Though the faces change, their name remains the same Supplication What I want What I should have What should not be questioned What is more than me? Resolution What I know What was once so clear What simply was not What should but cannot be What price their weakness demands of the world Purge the beasts that perish

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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Fear in the eyes of the white dove Wings clipped by the will to power Cowers in its nest – it watches (furtively) Too scared to take flight Forced to face futurity Fury like fire on a desolate altar Extinguish hope – extinguish life Hope stillborn – astride a dark horse Face to face with oblivion Gathering (the eagles) Those beyond fear This bloodied dove confronts a world in denial Hope and appeasement invite death Words of comfort tranquilize As blood red contrails streak the skies The dove cries a last accord to the darkness Eyes of hellfire sear the answer and intent Freedom’s ring fades as thunder rolls above Hellish winds scatter embers and ash The gasping dove now prays the eagles come A holy alliance and its holy work Fury like fire on a desolate altar Hope and appeasement have brought death Call down the thunder on jet-black wings From the sun they descend battle dressed Merciless beauty dripping red in claw Ecstasy to see…see the conquered fall

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

A taste of radiation and the vision appears Challenge infinity to chart the mind of God Party dogma galvanized by blind faith At the point of Grace - place your faith and cower Crawl the heroes’ graves on your knees, waves and waves of sickness churn Blazing altar of wormwood - half-life contaminate – endless burn The beast shudders towards its destiny One – twenty-three- forty-four, Prometheus’ throne ablaze The angel’s dusty halo burns and radiates Liquidators choke and vomit out their souls Crawl the heroes’ graves on your knees, waves and waves of sickness churn Blazing altar of wormwood - half-life contaminate – endless burn Dancing with the heathens Bend your will - absolve your sins Place your faith and cower Clutching the savior’s beard as he falls To look back now would be your fall There is no return…

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025