Get Thothed Vol. I

Philosophy is my eye, mathematics my fist, An alchemical mind within a skull of mist. Skull Fuel. Death Moon! A cosmos made of herbs, A deep green universe, Where wooden hands embower, With splinters of their power, On ghosts' coat-tails I build my throne, In this intangibility I call home, Skull Fuel, Death Moon! With glorious abstractions how I deny the dark, My intangibility is my power, oh how I give but never can devour, Gonna grow me some light, a little blood red flower, There is nothing more heavenly than the death which dwells in the full bloom of life, They say it measures potential, forever we grasp for solids we all hope to digest, To invest in those vitals without which we can never rest, To implore the opening of the door, so we can be what we were before, So we can help restore the umbilical vegetation that held the world in the centre of the universe, When we were all the tentacles of God, when we all inhaled the purest cosmos, Through the finest instruments nature could provide, We didn't have to hide, we didn't have to decide – we just had to ride, But now it's all 'who is on whose side?' Don't let the sadness divide – let loose you alchemical side! Witness this golden brain, imprisoned in a body of lead, Whilst my impulse is alive – my fingertips are dead! On ghosts' coat-tails I build my throne, In this intangibility I call home, Skull Fuel, Death Moon!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

There she stands all the grace of the fallen one Enchantress, sorceress, gorgon Entranced eyes, mock surprise, a medusa stare, Tower of fire, her desire, I find her there. Dark angel, black siren, an ebon maid, She calls through her realm to the unafraid, Here I stand, sword in hand I could end it all, But strange whispers and desires Through the night they call Unholy spells, deep wells of the ancient ones Her incantations rotate around a thousand suns Shameless eyes fill with light from the waning moon Will she ride, will she fly on the wings of doom? Her raven hair floats there like a restless sea, Her face a dying star promise of agony, Absolved, my resolve turns to dust, And I fall in defeat to an age old lust

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

The hidden servant in you heeds our call You didn't even realise you were in thrall Where once was will now you'll find Our evil imperative is in your mind Signs esoteric form in your brain Our secret purpose bursts into flame There's going to be murder today You bear the mark. You will obey! Through the fog filled streets my dear Follow the lull of pipes that only you hear And there he is your victim so unaware As are thee as you murder him there In your entranced eyes you kill in the dark Forces unknown compel your rage to start A murderous spirit creeps into your brain You bear the mark. You will obey! Oh yeah! Let's get masonic, baby! The bliss of ignorance is our gift to you The power of radiance - you are an expendable tool An instrument of death for a hidden clan Doomed to die, by your own hand You will raise the knife to your throat And like a sacrifice, like a goat You will die as a tribute to us You will obey - The Lamp of fucking Thoth

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The power, the truth, the secrets we hold Darkened oaths never been told Esoteric majesty A barbarous tragedy Well, the spells we weave, they boil in our veins The doom's we breath, writhe in our brains Coiled in woe, our poisoned tongue With arcane fire, thy doom will be done From this coven, never be free The blood that bind thy demons to me And if this pact be broken or lost Your soul, will be the cost We send them doom today We send them on their way With an agony so wroth Do not cross the Lamp of Thoth Well, dream to die, and die to dream Laugh in joy as the virgin screams Lay her down, on the altar made Feed her soul to the one obeyed We shall raise the powers here Teach our enemies to fear The strength of life you cannot see I am a cauldron of true witchery

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Rise and wake my Uruk-Hai Under the gaze of Sauron's eye For dark Mordor and Isengard Strike them down - hit them hard! Sauron waits and he waits in vain For possession of the master ring With evil thoughts dark lords entwine Mankind needs the strength to die! Rise and wake my Uruk-Hai Under the gaze of Sauron's eye For dark Mordor and Isengard Strike them down - hit them hard! Grant them pain and give me power As I wait in this fucking tower In blasphemy of elves and men Crushed under blades of deadly sin See their pain and see my power Destruction reigns, creation flowers So strike forth my bastard horde The sons of whores shall rule the world A white hand grasps for the master ring I'll crown myself the evil king Of Middle-earth of Endor all For us to rise - the gods must fall! Marching forth under blackened skies

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025