Black Church

Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad Tatan Ge-fifalz iaida laiad Tatan Ge-vomsarg doalim oali od oado Tatan Gemeganza doalim oali od oado Tatan Not unto every one of you Is the highest Of the secrets of wormwood Not wedding out The highest Of the secrets of wormwood Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad Tatan Ge-fifalz iaida laiad Tatan Ge-vomsarg doalim oali od oado Tatan Gemeganza doalim oali od oado Tatan Not unto every one of you Sin I have put & weave Wormwood Your will be done Sin I have put & weave Wormwood Dream the sweetest love The sweetest nightmares Dream the magick done Lain on outgrown graves

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

The bitter grapes we have took And drugs in this emerald juice Shining as flowers in morning Abloom on our graves Should we ever wake again From sleep all crowded with dead men Price makes this cult so different From all others Even as rigor settles in We're standing amongst them all fallen Shining as we enter circle ready To sign our lives away La Fee Verte sorcerie The taste with graveyard legacy Shining green flames in fields Of bewitched outgrown graves A pale lady with the looks And a loving smile like a meathook Shining with my white bones A gift I leave her for forever twilight Spirit of the spirits said Whispering with the sweetest nightmares Toast for the livign enjoying decadence I spell the name and ring the bell

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

A chalk face Of a dead son of god Reflects on a blank stare Of his dead servants Populating this deceived necropolis That still thinks it lives Let all sons Of our inhumane father Claim rights for a synthetic chalk face-on As ancestors Of the black art and worse Give-aways for a swine head No son of god has missed A chance for earthly love No son has ever missed a chance For love with daughters of Eve ...or those of the first wife of Adam A chalk face Of a dead son of god Blushed with pious for taste of blood And sweat And semen and passion Behind the kiss of the one he adorned If you'll be his servants Then let us celebrate The first and the only true Christian marriage Of a prohet and a prostitute No son of god has missed A chance for rebellion No son has even missed a chance For rising against his father ...and not refute the gospel of truth to hank As reminded of when we are drunk Of thick smell of love Panting passages of arcane hours In our high mass in the dark And a choir of latex-nuns Exalts to crescendo before Languid embrace of dawning revelations Three art race of QBL And of angels fallen And of witchery and sword And of Tartarean abodes Night, unknown, chaos

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Shadows crawl Over the christian kingdom Shadows crawl, shadows crawl Shadows grow In twilight every inch a demon Shadows grow, shadows grow Shadows roll Blacken skies come down Shadows roll, shadows roll Shadows growl Haunt their graveyards with terror Shadows growl, shadows growl Cloaked in darkness we wait Patient, sharpening the blades To cut and carve our names In family tree of human waste And feed all the young With blood of the days gone by The day the daylight dies And the mother of the thousand comes Oh Black Goat! Oh thou with a thousand young! Spread a forest and a desert Where was history of human life Shadows foul Shrouds on daylight the lifegiver Shadows foul, shadows foul Shadows own In end our dust and bones Shadows own, shadows own Shadows hold To the unknown on doorstep of yours Shadows hold, shadows hold Shadows stole What they were yesterday not given Shadows stole, shadows stole Leave no stone unground No door with an unbroken hinge With every curse a prayer And with every cut a gift

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Grim white man All ruined off His youth black Blood he coughs Leaning no As death is rest A heavy tool Of the human harvest Grim old hag All ruined off Mother's past Blood she coughs Leaning to As the agelessness A harsh tool Of the human harvest

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Who are you That rides my back at the break of dawn Whispering too fast and too feverish Words for me to understand their meaning As swiftly as you appear Daemon of the morning, you are gone Leaving only unsetteled warnings And the unpleasantless of being Spiritually ran through Who are you That lurks over my shoulder past midnight Quick movements in the mirror, shimmering Cold stare boring through my spine Somaesthesia The presence of a ghastly sprite Or another undead yet living thing It is enough, here I draw the line Be banished hereafter and hitherto Who are you The serpent I caught in my dreams On the pitch black attic of the skryers mansion You made known my true name threefold And the troubles ahead Lest my habits are carried to extremes Raced unwittingly towards ademption Of virtues we cannot alone uphold This transmutation, who are you?

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

A fine star of the name of Hendekagrammaton Manifest the forces beyond matter-a-fact State the wretched reality established In all these ignorants folly worth a tension of Occult light so vibrant hidden us supernal darkness Of bondage to the lord at the gates of matter Free the fire Free the blood Azoth of hypertype transmigration Kill me of want before Cosmic metacentrum Free the will Free the twin To free my life I command thee Hen-de-ka-gram-ma-ton! Name of Hendekagrammaton is known in deep That mirrors the stars in the fields of black Where these halls of ancient one found today a keep Of a race drowned in dawn of our timely gap The man is flooding in as particles give way deep inside In the very core to the dreaded one of finer matter It is already here Free the fire Free the blood Azoth of hypertype transmigration Kill me of want before Cosmic metacentrum Free the will Free the twin To free my life I command thee

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 07, 2026

Vel, vel Om namah shivaya For three days and nights I have not slept nor fed Dancing and drugs blur my mind And as a proof of faith His metal pierced my face The mighty trident, cheek thru cheek Vel, vel Om namah shivaya For thirty days and nights I haven't been outside Prayer and rice still my mind This is a proof of fate A living sacrifice Burn needlesness in his fire Burn! Stoke the fires up Thick smoke fills the restless air Ritual damaru Chanting and praying under his divine stare Shivalingam response A sadhulike trance Rousing me from the sleep of life towards the Cleansing in flames of agni Om namah shivaya For thirty years of life I haven't been alive Until I scrambled the mound of red hot coals That was a proof of faith Lord Shiva, Tandava He shall burn this world And put out the stars of heaven

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Grim gateway of tortured stone Opens in an accursed threshold They only think it's a hall for the tortured lord Here is so many ways a figure covered in blood Covered in blood Covered in blood Another black church For the other god Another black church For the dark lord Crushing the weight of light Stained glass stains their altar Deceivingly faithful to measures but not right Lift for praise on black pedestal the high craft The high craft The high craft Another black church For the other god Another black church Built all for all of their satans! Here fools pray for the fools god Echoes go 'bout turning the prayal around The church laughs with diamons in stone cracks Only the black abyss staring back As they lift their faces to face their savior, their redeemer Here by calls to vesper their Christ is the Lucifer Christ is the Lucifer Christ is the Lucifer Another black church For the other god Another black church For the dark lord

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025