Grave Miasma
EP • 2005
Beneath the darkened gaze Spawn of a black, sunless dawn. There lies a place of darkened Worship Under the Abyssic clouds Centuries of depravity and decay the thickest, mystifying fog Signifying the mass to which I adere Where we are gathered to summon for Satanas Sacrifices preside Under the gaze of the moon The demise of the sun Marks the Rites to which we are reborn Ancient Sumerian curse, Wait the ground of this temple site Weltering and surrounded Wolves gather to howl Nocturnal ruins preside Ethereal invocations in the glare of candlelight This is the place where the winds are embraced Here it is where I am at one This is the place where the crypts Call my name Gather, In this ritual lair practice of which is spoken In this ritual lair Dungeonic, ritual lair.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Practitioner of the black mass Summoner of the bestowed power Fallen soul leading to escape Emancipation through a darkened void Subtle whisper echoing in the deep Inbiting entrance into an eternal mystery Proclaiming "laus satani" Cloaked in a robe Delving into the embrace He is the apostle The chosen blackened assailant Under darkness' cover Servitor of a lurching force A force ignited by the black winds Beneath the sarcofagus, rise Shadows loom, revealing forms Unholy initiation can begin Black mass priest profaner of tombs command the procession instruct the order of the knell rites of darkness ancient entity drape the surroundings castigate light oh, satanas, propagator of astral light chant the bahimirionic bestial curse engage me in this ancient ceremonial lure.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
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