Digitus Dei

Above the all I soar on wings of my predestination Above all morals and sins With glance of damnation I comprehend the guilt And every damned will receive What he deserves And everyone is cursed I am Lord Avenger! Behold! Here comes the tempter and exposer The Day of Judgement now gets closer I am Forefinger of the God And every damned will receive What he deserves And everyone is cursed I bring redemption to the World Detecting cravens and aborted And every infamy will be rewarded I am the Omen of Downfall And every damned will receive What he deserves And everyone is cursed I made of light which burns the souls Of slaves atrembling in their temples The God of Vengeance I recall My Ark will float on waves of ashes And blood And every damned will receive What he deserves And everyone is cursed

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because exalted I am. I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over. I love him who lives to know, and who wants to know so that the overman may live some day. And thus he wants to go under. I love him who loves his virtue, for virtue is the will to go under and an arrow of longing. I love him who casts golden words before his deeds and always does even more than he promises: for he wants to go under. Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because exalted I am. I love him who justifies future and redeems past generations: for he wants to perish of the present. I love him whose soul is deep, even in being wounded, and who can perish of a small experience: thus he goes gladly over the bridge. I love him who has a free spirit and a free heart: thus his head is only the entrails of his heart, but his heart drives him to go under. I love all those who are as heavy drops, falling one by one out of the dark cloud that hangs over men: they herald the advent of lightning, and, as heralds, they perish. Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because exalted I am. Behold, I am a herald of the lightning and a heavy drop from the cloud; but this lightning is called overman.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Our past goes with the light to the great nowhere The radiation of our thoughts and visions Ride the fourth dimension to get the center of Sansara To enter the house of forgotten times. I wander blind in sands of time And grope illusions to adore Amid the wail I yen to hear Yet challenging... The call of Yore Past leaves with the light Millenniums to radiate The wheel of Sansara I ride Reviving the dead Begotten by the Age of fall I choose to drink the cup of scorn In void of present I recall Yet challenging... Descant of Yore

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

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