Secular Music

Towers of ruins are standing tall, towards a gray and wrathful sky Derelict stoups dirty with drool, can’t satisfy the thirst of mice Inhale the fever The walls of cry do crumble down, fulfilling lungs with abrasive ash On wounded knees, the time is now, to curve the back to the stash No bulwark there to spurn the slugs, drained by the scorching sun Leaving a trail they crawl and tug, more and more stunned, no longer shun Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s killing me Inhale the fever Preserved bodies prone to worship, wedged between bricks and mould Crusts of blood poison the surface, angrily stuck to the power they hold Rusted chalices on forsaken altars, kept precious fluids for the wretched Strong statues stagger and falter, when their resoluteness gets banished Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s killing me Inhale the fever, now The creatures of the sunrise are fading in the night Shade by shade they vanish, a process that is trite The creatures of the sunrise have been fading in the night Abhorring the blinding starlight that erode their very life Children, disgusting children, deformed and helpless Off the womb of sanctity Children, repulsive children, reborn from filth Animus disguised as mercy Inhale the fever, now Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s killing me Inhale the fever, now In a line of lepers, now I’ll stand in line before the ministry I’ll stand in line for my soul to save I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed By pain and regret, it’s killing me Inhale the fever, in a line of lepers, now

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Millenniums have come to pass Our world has come great lenghts at last Old shadows thought still haunt our days Forever now, we live in shame Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd The truth, against the world Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd Our fate has been foretold Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd Our aeons will whisper still The lies, that thrive on this Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd Through days and nights men carry bold Greed, blood and sloth that scriptures hold Words inked in blood stand tall and proud Hail those who stood against the crowd Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd The truth, against the world Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd Our fate seems so foretold Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd Our aeons may whisper still Embrace the truth, denounce globe Denounce the ones whose souls they've sold FIght... Fight... Fight... Light... Light... Light... Lies... Lies... Lies... Die... Die... Die! Fight... Fight... Fight... March towards the light... Light... Light... Refuse to live on lies Disaster fuels the flame of greed Akin to those who plant the seed Heed the call our mother screams In pain she cries to save our dreams Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd The truth, against the world Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd Our fate has been foretold Voices travel through time, to warn man of the crime Alesian fields still cry, our flesh and blood that died Refuse, resist, refuse resist Never forget, never regret History repeats itself In our search for Midas king Just how many more must bleed To feed the dead whose name you sing Awaken the truth, a-slmber the world Ancient wisdom's alive, behold what was told Remember the few that put up a fight Free men standing strong, with time tested might Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd The truth, against the world Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd Our fate seems so foretold Lies, lies, condemn us all to die Die, die, those snakes that run and hide MIllenniums have passed, humanity still holds The keys to gates our past, has failed to fight the cold A choice to make, a stand to hold The truth against the world Y Gwir yn erbyn y Byd...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The symptoms of corrosion Flowing slow from head to feet The genesis of abortion Of beings with sharp protruding teeth The scum scorns every concept of mortality Through idioms of duality inaccessible for the brain This is the sunset of our age Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind Shapes are shifting asymmetrically Deformation calls the new perfection This is the end of our last day Connecting trinities once twined Which have been in growth lethargically New flesh for new dissections In the fields where grass grows taller than ever The winged serpents crawl insidious between our feet Taking flight and showing a new splendour New rituals are way beyond belief In the lakes where water is clearer than ever The winged serpents drank all the remaining impurities Testimonies of a vigorous new ardour Singing rituals that give way beyond relief Upon the mountains where air is purer than ever The winged serpents fly in circles of infinity Prophecy of wealth and awaking ardour Blinding visions of a world once adrift The ghastly splendour of a multiform masquerade Taking place through eruptions of multicolour accolades The renaissance of a rebellion will come with blazing hordes Embrace the Dystopian Apocalypse that will change the rules on afterwards The distant horizon from a vast open space Yet each distance is shortened, cogent domain The improvement of beings god has failed to create A brainchild of mergers, the breed of the quakes The obscene children and the outcasts of caves The symptoms of corrosion Flowing slow from head to feet The genesis of abortion Of beings with sharp protruding teeth This is the sunset of our age Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind Shapes are shifting asymmetrically Deformation calls the new perfection This is the end of our last day Connecting trinities once twined Which have been in growth lethargically New flesh for new dissections

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Part I The wind blows light in the stillness of moments, when nothing ever seems to modify the order of things. Nothing looks like an omen of change, while millions and millions of parasites mechanically run, eat and consume every single existing substance, merely dedicated to their livelihood. They feed from all life, they feed from the skin they walk on, over and over again. Until it gets dry. And the creature that holds it gets lifeless. Yet thirsty for vengeance. Winds will start blowing furiously, like never before, more voracious than locusts, tearing souls apart with their cold. Countless ravenous mouths will open wide under their stupid little legs, devouring them in droves. Yet, the bleeding won’t be eternal, the obscurity won’t last for more than a lifetime. Oh well, if any of you parasites now feel the need to say something at last, let yours be a few final wise words. Part II As I walk the edge of this cracked road I watch below and see that everyone is dead No one to wait for, no more future plans As I stand on the edge of the Abyss In silence, cause there’s nothing left to say It calls me down, I try not to shake If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today Would past and future melt in a cold embrace If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today Would past and future melt in a cold embrace As I march beside the disasters White eyes and pale faces are my company I should feel lonely, I’m just passive to the fate As the stench pierces the surroundings I feel both numbness and sympathy Why shouldn’t I abandon myself and dive If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today Would past and future melt in a cold embrace If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today Would past and future melt in a cold embrace No more gods to worship, no more saints to praise I stand alone in the void, just me and my fate No more gods to worship, no more prayers to say Alone and forever, just me and our world’s fate If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today Would past and future melt in a cold embrace If the shadows fell onto this crooked world today Would past and future melt in a cold embrace Part III Seeds burst into life, a life that eats decay New forms of life, brand new independent cells Devour the carcasses, build their DNA Seeds burst into life, a life that eats decay From the depths of Earth New forms of life, brand new independent cells Devour the carcasses, build their DNA The skies return to weep, giving splendour to the fields The ground takes over a thousand and thousand of clays The Earth revolted, a vortex aph-o-ris-ti-cal-ly offered The Earth revolted, dead bodies ar-tis-ti-cal-ly covered The Earth revolted, plantations car-niv-o-rous-ly attired The Earth revolted, the Havoc in-cred-u-lous-ly saw seeds burst into life Today the shadows fell onto this crooked world Past and future melted in a cold embrace From darkness came the light, a new horizon shines Over dead city rises, the new world’s face Culture medium from the departed, a form of rebirth Withered fingers from the soil take new heart and strength The reek turns into ozone, a form of redemption Past and future melted into a new dimension

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

From the dynasty of the waters Rising from the depths with ascetic discordance Floods of destruction after rains of fertility A liquid taste of slaughter Deity of virulent poison, prowess and endurance From the water tree giving His offering And that was not the apple of sin Holding storms in one hand, whipping away mortality The revered elixir of life of the great laconic trinity Supreme Keeper of Knowledge On the shoulders of the Destroyer Crowning the head of the Ubiquitous The shelter of gods, which from nether dimensions He lauds Nagaraja – Serpent King Spirits dance along subterranean streams The entrance is subtle, the trail is so steep Spirits dance along subterranean streams The breaths are humid, the realm is so deep Recover Amrita from the Ocean of Milk Bending the mountains, churning the seas Gods and demons, the lockings to bind Him The greatest of efforts and yielded the King The last weary breath becomes the strongest of venoms Wryly the Destroyer becoming the plenum The essence of immortality is safely back The threat of doomsday is delayed once again Nagaraja – Serpent King Spirits dance along subterranean streams The entrance is subtle, the trail is so steep Spirits dance along subterranean streams The breaths are humid, the realm is so deep Spirits dance along subterranean streams With a slow pace they cautiously creep Spirits dance along subterranean streams The entrance is subtle, in a well that’s so deep Nagaraja – Serpent King The Mother of Snakes unleashed Her children on trees To offer the humans all the wisdom they need The fork-tongued creatures spoke the words of relief And no that was not the bloody apple of sin The Mother of Snakes unleashed Her children on trees To offer the humans all the knowledge they need Wisdom is tempting, ignorance is bliss And no that was not the bloody apple of sin Nagaraja – Serpent King

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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Pest or ghosts, I cannot know Haunted my skin, flesh and bones Infested my veins, poisoned my blood Made me grope deep inside the mud Made me blind and made me deaf The mark to the ox, my Taw/Aleph I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me Although we lived as one, in company Through spider webs filtered pale rays And reached the dark of every place I have felt the sickness, vomited it out The flouting mangy old rooks flew up Giving shapes back before my eyes I desired the death of such petty flies Have I gotten rid of all the stains that decorated my mind I spit my rage by heavy rains I wash my wounds, eliminate I swear I won’t forget this time The most lone hours ever Sleepwalking through the dead of night While particles do sever I swear I won’t forget this time The most lone hours ever The scattered ashes of my life Keep floating through the never I spit my rage by heavy rains I wash my wounds, eliminate I spit my rage by heavy rains Withdraw the dirt while I elate I swear I won’t forget this time The most lone hours ever Sleepwalking through the dead of night While particles do sever I swear I won’t forget this time The most lone hours ever The scattered ashes of my life Keep floating through the never Crimson waves wreaking over I become the fire I held within Boiling blood spilling over From the fiery lake of my Abyss Immense cracks getting larger The hungry jaws of the Apocalypse Cold breath whipping stronger Storming comes my scourging bliss What have you all done What the hell have I done What have we all done I couldn’t guess the gift of sight Would be the curse during my nights My endless nightmares, loneliness Alone in my chamber I dream of them I feel as dead as they are now So why to see if my eyes close down My livid wrath I repudiate As in solitude one can’t create I couldn’t guess the gift of sight Would be the curse during my nights My endless nightmares, loneliness Alone in my chamber I dream of them I feel as dead as they are now So why to see if my eyes close down The good old darkness they infected me with Keeps resounding in my memories I swear I won’t forget this time The most lone hours ever Sleepwalking through the dead of night While particles do sever I swear I won’t forget this time The most lone hours ever The scattered ashes of my life Keep floating through the never

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 17, 2025