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So we began to prove our allegiance to Satan By breaking God's commandments And in the end, there was only one that remained unbroken "You shall not murder" So, in the Satanic Bible, the copy I had, I think they have, uh Edited that out of it since then, but the copy that I had Said that on the choice of the human sacrifice That you were to choose people who didn't give to society anything That'd beg by their actions to be, you know, exterminated So we did a ritual, one last ritual one night And we drove to the Circle K And I had a .357 magnum, you know, a revolver In my hand Whenever he looked at me I lifted the gun up and squeezed the trigger, and I missed It whizzed right by his head My friend and I trade pla-, traded places And he got confused, I guess Because he ran almost right up on me He almost knocked me, knocked me down And when he was just about two feet from me I squeezed the trigger for the third time And the bullet entered through his heart, through his lungs And it was a hollow point shell And blood completely splattered on the opposite wall And he slammed, he hit the ground, and we walked out We didn't take any money, we didn't take any merchandise We only took the life of an innocent man for Satan And the reason that Sean did that, John That was murder number one The Circle K convenience store clerk in Oklahoma City He did that because He said he needed more power I want to point this out, when a teenager gets into Satanism First it's drinking blood, first it's slasher films First it's The Satanic Bible Then they start sacrificing dogs and kittens The problem with Satanism is if you extinguish life, you receive the power of the life in exchange And that's why thirteen, fourteen people die After killing the convenience store clerk Five nights went by and no one knew Except for Sean and his close friends And five months later He decided after hearing and having a reoccurring Death ritual dream about his mom and dad To kill his mom and dad, and this next clip Tells us a little bit about Why Sean turned on his family

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026

Sick with rage and regret Negative peace Fatal scenes Replaying in his mind The twelfth disciple The last apostle Poor devil Never saw it coming Useful idiot Played his role Thirty pieces Doomed his soul The earth would not cover his body The sea would not swallow his corpse No steel could cut him The flame would not consume Low hanging fruit of a poisoned tree Judas hung himself Judas hung himself It happened in the field of clay Jesus caught And pushed him off thе shelf Bathed in burst blood and bowels Hе swayed If Judas' betrayal Was predestined The story's hinged On cruelty manifested Manipulated into his deception The heel to blame The rube with no redemption Judas hung himself Judas hung himself In the old potter's field of clay From the knotty branch He strangled as he danced In his burst blood and bowel he bathed Bathed in burst blood and bowel he swayed Judas hung himself Judas hung himself In the potter's field his body stayed Three red worms rose From the rotten soil Into his entrails to lay their eggs

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Chain smoker Moon flower Mary's milk in the morning hour Red hibiscus Abscess Rotted tooth's woody roots Swollen tongue Foul mood Lousy head Of a strange brood Nothing had ever been mine Nothing had ever been mine Odd bedfellows Itinerant lovers Errant hearts Fallen nature's Four foul humors Crimes of passion, betrayal By clever omission Love and hate Aren't far apart Sometimes they intertwine Rarest flowers Bloom and wilt By their uncommon time Like opposite words that rhyme Share something all the same Jesus Christ, Lucifer They differ but in name Chain smoker Moon flower Spider's silk in the twilight hour Devil's trumpets out in the night When the moon flower blooms at its heights When the moon flower blooms

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026

Saw Bush inaugurated Nazis marching on the mall Heard the chants for Muslim bans And the call to build the wall Anti-globalization Warped into populist hate Society scrambling towards that pearly heaven's gate Fuck the puritanic scum Down with dominionism Raise the devil's black flag high Anti-christofascism Prosperity, gospel lies Worship through your suffering With no proof 'til you die Such faith to me is puzzling America is godless Always intended to be Faith's distortion is noxious Contrary to liberty Fuck the patriotic scum Down with dominionism Raise the devil's black flag high Anti-christonationialism Defund schools to spread their plague Ban abortions to enslave Racist screeds to justify Corporate welfare's social guisе Women's bodies are thеir own Not beholden, not on loan We worship life, you praise death Quake before our shibboleth Anti-christofascism Anti-christonationalism Anti-fucking-fascism

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Born to raise hell Curse, kick, yell Gasping for air The prisoner's dilemma Could easily hurt someone Having committed myself Crimes I could not do In search of an angry Mother of God The hand and the rod Where do I stand? In indiscretions God is not a saint So let me get rich and pass Through the eye of the needle Into thee, Domus Aurea Omina sont communia In glorious Domus Aurea The sun shines On saints and sinners alike And God is not a saint So let me get rich and pass Through the eye of the needle In search of an angry mother of God The hand and the rod The foot and the yard Theotokos Drain the blood from my face Drag me from this foul place Through the eye of the keyhole Into glory. Domus Aurea Theotokos

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Got a mean mouth No education See all the wild Animals surrounding me Mephistopheles Misanthropy My melody Untimely Out of sync Fell off the carriage of rhythm To wander forever Scavengers Stringing words along Cursive edge Scavengers Dogs barking in the distance Miserly Chewing the scenery Chein de jardinier The gardener's hound Helpless Tattered silhouette Painted shadows on thе set Stained in cigarettеs Tattooed shame and past regrets No higher education Than hard lessons learned Been hit by men Bit by dogs Never ended Scared of either The record of my life Written on my hands Between the playground and the graveyard I guard my junkyard Scavengers Dogs barking in the distance Scavengers

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Brought to the end of my wits About me little can be said Costs too much to have a soul Empty mines of hard slag coal Around the circle backwards Throw the knife into the ground Wrapped in your soft, black blanket Warm, adaraxian bliss Intrusive ideations Fast-forgotten or dismissed Around the circle backwards Throw the knife into the ground Through the dark I fumbled From the clouds down to my knees Forgotten prayers mumbled In between bemoaning pleas To an alien majesty In the face of brutal hate Refusing to abandon Those regardless of their fatе Around the circle backwards Throw the knifе into the ground Hands clasped, encircle 'round us Join in our unholy psalm A cruel and reckless disregard For all fighting to survive Beware for fucking traitors No safe harbor for the liars All things broken need to mend Every story needs an end From cold ashes, to arise Woe to those that we despise Around the circle backwards Throw the knife into the ground Throw the knife into the ground

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Bastard priests Of cruel God Architects Of despair Created Torturer Crusader Castrato Pedophile Protectors Reproduce Repression Shame on you Hell is real Still to come In this life No more monk Holy man No more nun Puritan Atheists Without sin Time to storm Vatican Tear down walls Blood stained glass Antichrist Come at last Hellfire's glow Set you free Hear you beg For mercy From the pope To the priest Atonement Must be made Centuriеs Moral debts Finally Must be paid Time has comе Judgement day Satan's way Time has come Judgement day Satan's way This I pray

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026

There was a king, a glorious king A king of noble fame And he had daughters, only one Lady Diamond was her name He had a boy, a kitchen boy A boy of muckle scorn She loved him long, she loved him, aye 'Til the grass o'ergrew the corn When twenty weeks were gone and past Oh, she began to greet Her petticoat and skirts grew short And her stays, they would not meet It fell upon a winter's night The king felt some strange fear He came unto his daughtеr dear Pulled back the curtains long What ailеth thee that you shed tear? I worry you've been wronged Oh, if I have Despise me not For he is all my joy I will forsake both dukes and earls And marry your kitchen boy Oh, bring to me my merry men All by thirty and by three Oh, bring to me my kitchen boy We'll murder him secretly Cut the heart from out his breast Put it in a cup of gold Presented to his Diamond dear For she was both stout and bold She took the cup out from their hands Set it at her bed She washed it with her tears that fell By next morning she was dead Oh, where were you, my merry men Who I gave meat and wage That you didn't stay my cruel hand When I was in a rage? For gone is all my heart's delight Gone is all my joy For my dear Diamond, she is dead Likewise my kitchen boy

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026

One day my bones Will burst through this body Through thin skin lunge forward Claw up from the grave Leap onto my horse Leap onto my horse And ride screaming Through town and country Ride screaming Down one way dead end streets Ride screaming Down every alley Down dirty city lane Dripping gory slobber Laughing hellish rasps Dripping gory slobber Laughing hellish rasps To show the world What peace awaits Behind the veil I'll show the world What peace awaits What peace awaits Behind the veil?

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The square coliseum Sprayed clean every morning Instrumental violence Washed in the blood of the lamb Fields of visions Forced perspective Changes views Channel force Roma de travertino Refatta de cartone Cinema Mondo Cane Teatro de cartone Cardboard cutouts Set the stage Exploitation's Golden age Modern Deus Machina Cue the crowd’s eyе roll Hard hearts demanding something Worthy to еxtol Capitalism's tricks Old pranks the rich have played Patriotism's sick To rest it must be laid New mass-amphetamines Needed for control As temples of the silver screen’s Candles cease to glow Instrumental violence Proclamations bellow Precariat Sans-culotte Citizens all Of the square coliseum Washed in the cream Of the blood of the lamb In the square coliseum

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