Alone Walkyng

Into the darkest forest they go Dressed in black Dressed in coats Women of evil lust Unholy Congregation At the darkest hour Their torches they light Witches hour Infernal silence They wait before the alter Chanting invocation In a blaze of fire he stands Some horrid shape of a goat Each of them pay his homage Obsculum Obscenum White skin freezing in the moon shine Dance in a circle Wait for turn Wine like black clotted blood Drink !!!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Hellish, Earthly, and Heavenly Goddess of the cross roads light Queen of the night, enemy of the sun Friend and companion of darkness You who rejoice to see Blood now flow You who wander amidst in the hour of darkness Thirsty for blood and terror of mortals Gorgo Mormo Moon of a thousand shifting forms

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

alone walkyng, in thought planing, and sore sighing, all desolate. me remembryng, of my livyng, my dethe wishyng, bothe erly and late. infortunate, is so my fate, that vote ye what? out of measure. my life I hate, thus desperate in soche pore eslate doe I endure. of othir cure am I not sure thus to endure is hard certain. such is my ure I you ensure: what creature maie have more pain? my truthe so plain is take in vain, and grete disdain in remembraunce; yet I full faine would me complaine meto abstaine from this penaunce: but in substaunce none allegeaunce of my grevaunce can I not finde: right so my chaunce with displesaunce doeth me avaunce and thus an ende

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025