Elect Darkness

A dance to the centre thus seen in all, The calculable amorality of space and time. Subject of pondering and famous doubt, though prophet! - This world’s not thine! A golden measure of olden wise-men, still checks all that is known And honored libidinal zests, bereaves the wise of what is owned So for probity, scallywags! For rectitude against the wrong Stride in life for beauty, and neglect the holy writ: Sub specie aeternitatis, cognito, memento mori Clearly..This order of thine is truthful, whence all impericalists dwell in hell As far as uprightness goes dear primate, it keeps thee safe within thy shell Romance enlightenment, all buried in the past As the dark ages and the very knowledge of thy right From the Temple of a Virgin to a house of God We have journeyed through each night Damn near comprehending, the pointless and never ending That evident charm of shallow nostalgia, is just so fucking far away A singularity of sentience, draining, its own grounds Profoundly obscured and thus on loosened bounds But out of man’s injustice to logic and self-procurement, In the very shadows of its asphyxiated gloom of martial law and infomercials, We who fail bereavement on man’s petty culture and all its ensuing troubles - Caught in the unmistakable scent of advantage, Albeit in an unwanted future, albeit in feeble collective lineage.. For it does stand to reason that we be damaged as the rest, by now..

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

music: Acerbus lyrics: Totalscorn Behold the paragon-vermin of the world Rather a happy retard that a depressed Socratic nerd The German Buddha could not quell yearn for capacity But in your own submissive way, you sure found a way I piss on the nonsense of the greatest number I spit on remedial media's throne Only hate slaves misplaced with authority For masters will appeal to my tone.. (Refrain) Laying claim to primed unfading scruples All this for what? To sublimate the appreciation of your own overthrow In the face of transcendence, unreceptiveness, and providence A supreme being handing ladders, to those hanging by his rope. I would carry The Old Scratch Banner just to be your enemy Raise my right arm just to piss you off... ...and while I'm at it send a bomb to Uncle CusTom Seems suitable given the title of this song... Your weaponry as your leading, an unguided collective god-complex Like the end will come because you say so. Throughout history to this very day, it's been about happiness in the passing The unsurpassed decadence of your rise and fall Is my solemn redemption

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Past present post-modernism A flock that need not dream of condemnation The bizarre would-be richest landmass Once promising but thrown into corruption, famine and religion Exploited and raped of all innocence Deprived of all hope Seeking wonders in this time of genocide Gathering all southern tribes Into forged metastasis Hate and determination Guiding the hands of men In all grandeur Conscience was the answer Now we are truly fallen Meddling with the precepts of the white common wealth Like a once so drunk steam-power Europe Modernity is a dark age in this realm Handguns handed out to cavemen Scientific Eden In spite of everything Again their time may well follow upon The end of all world.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

music: Acerbus lyrics: Totalscorn Fall, die, crumble, bringeth hatred in blade to taste Murder, rape, desecrate, lay everything to waste Genocide, terracide, welcome to my abyss Let me shell thy infant's cradle, bringeth now cataclysms All to dust, no redemption, bound by cold chains.. And yet you cower at my darkness. Chaotic panorama, a first sight of an awesome malicious Rise Hand in hand to suicide, or ignorance for the wise Immortality's complexion? Vain mendacities of serfdom To defeat the undefined, this position must be thine.. All to dust, no redemption, bound by cold chains.. And yet you cower at my darkness. So deny, stalk, deflect and dissipate against all taste The build and biology of your pillars of faith Enslavement and squandering, greet your own legacy Exotic futurama, condemned to sign the great demise Sword in hand and from the sewer.. Some of disgust and fear. Some of damn-hate thoughts o'will to power. Fall, die, crumble, bringeth hatred in blade to taste Murder, rape, desecrate, lay everything to waste Genocide, terracide, welcome to my abyss Let me shell thy infant's cradle, bringeth now cataclysms

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

music: Avsky lyrics: Totalscorn Well, I am the face of sorrow in every man of self-respect an dignity. When he goes to war, builds to wreck, or simply hates.. Care and precaution, maintain and guide toward reconstitution.. Yes the highest form of token! The fresh scent of a new revolt. I am your saviour when reason is your shackles.. In the eye of the storm of the world beyond Seated was I the grave jester Disposing adorned notions of veracity Revealed as imbecile as credence in them festered Beholding the secular final, determinism in impartial negation Musing heedlessness for come-true table - Contemptuous lecture of deities Be they demons or nothing be my path not of strength but of schools Bastard, sightless, infidel masses The bomb and chilling thrills Liberal scavenging working-classes A total degeneration of wills So obvious, now A last hope of renewal Glimmering in revolt against insignificance The Bridge shrouded in mist To the portent of forever!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

music: Nattdal lyrics: Totalscorn Blighted are you by all prevarication Smothered is your grace and faultlessness By common tongues reviled and misconceived No pomp amongst them ever achieved And so opt to elect darkness Is formidable lack of remorse For yours is the spirit of siege and strife For you, there's no more glorious course I hear echoes of axe and our abiding -44 Stalingrad inherent in my past Stained contagions, where they re-invented Syphilis Their final hour's come, at last. Beware of undemanding beacons Its prolific ignorance... Globalization shedding gleam on unwavering inconsistencies A culture made from mockery of a once-so-classical ideal Religious renderings serve undisputedly well, in this hell In the maturation ignited by those crumbling towers of steel Panzer trample the sticks and stones of this deck of cards.. Shroom-clouds for Satan, yeah, banned but booming.. The ones to elect darkness Redeemed without pathetic remorse The soul of our Lord of Discord And by faculty of right all its force

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

music: Nattdal lyrics: Totalscorn As a variety-show of strict subversion We mirror far beyond the median Not a pentagram undelineated Not a seal we have not shattered Before you, we are clad renditions Conflicts for which you long As if man's greatest fear is being left With nothing but inevitable enemies I tribute pure warriors, in all spite Outside your inhibitions and high fences Spring-green the genius color-choice That adolescent cultural voice! My heart swells at their fervor For once some equitable radicals! This alone enough to sympathize.. Just marvel at the perfection... Of yet another Zionistic constellation of eradication. A worse more dangerous and above all total Infidel onto their faith cannot be found you see But their medieval play with fire.. Is exactly what inspires me. Which defined, refined, unwound and re-asserted These bringers of Allah's word and badaboom Against the promiscuous vampire The morbid hydra of Abraham and Jesus The changes they will favor... As for Gulags already opened Is a healthy influence In this world of commies And commercial crap

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

music: Acerbus lyrics: Totalscorn Anti-natural and trifling-utopic Billions in servitude to American gluttony Amounting to precisely fuck all In the century of your glorious scavenging Your Maostic altars Carved into place Sages and demons will stand back in awe At the rate it'll deface Once discerning in preponderance Now just blitzed on petrol And steaming domination-propaganda Heisting the cunning of others Portraying your bartering feebleness As the very enigma of your success A truly Olympic exaggeration Pathetic to your forefathers Blind and fraternal is your toil down there Orwell's not read but practiced Eagerly hurried into the focal role Of our post-modern conflagration four-fold Your select ones anchored in real politics As concretes in a sea of obscurity Detached - Hard to impress Strolling dryly on your shore However, in the age of post-cataclysm Of man's digression shrewd Your race will seem but crude..

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

music: Talon lyrics: Totalscorn An engendering calling to mind no front lines Sheltered and dazed in balderdash most profound Ideals now conjectural - And have been for long - The conceited strides of bigger brothers Once just enthused by anger and its treason Finding the abyss truly glancing back My conscience sinister sins stacked Those times, of effortless infinity of spirit Moments of the sloth, thoughts tumbling into property War times, a hundred years or more Beyond shores and high coast rick – Catastrophe shall flock Flood times, as if revelation-writ – It’ll self-destruct, you needn’t pray for it. In this hell-hole called existence That I don’t lament but hate I become the cold rock of ship-wreck As I can’t take the common bait Those times, of effortless infinity of spirit Moments of the sloth, thoughts tumbling into property War times, a hundred years or more Beyond shores and high coast rick – Catastrophe shall flock Come forth, desolate era For which those of accord dismay Salutations on behalf of the of the inevitable Babylonian tower resting on religious clay In this hell-hole called existence That I don’t lament but hate

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Music: Nattdal Lyrics: Totalscorn On the train to nowhere Here the arbitrary is imperative A most real illusion of benefit Sacred plebeian droves Catastrophically great anti-utopia - Goddamn spires of Babel Once this race betrayed potential Now held hostage to its own name Itself to fight and nourish Itself to buy and cheat and blame Legacies resound over barren plains The void reclaims all seats Only entropies persist No other faith has claims this complete Leveled all over - Incoherent endurance That unwinnable balance of continents! So where the imperative is arbitrary At least disband slavery in the momentary Sharpen soul and blade - for the end is long since made.. To behold the distress of the multitudes in ironic melancholia Oh so you want some of that which we nare capable? Ah! We who dare to live demoralized, we who grasp nature's denomination To imagine higher things than good and evil.. Belief in the Olympus, but never in the Crucified!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Music: Acerbus Lyrics: Totalscorn & Acerbus Here we have an order Where leaders squabble in fear The protectorate's voice exacts excellence Though it can't see the path leading there This is the endgame of the endgame. Check-mate gone by. The Fallen Angel in our hearts Charcoaled black and dead inside Laid dormant in its abyss The peace of mind drawn to black Tossed onto the greatest truth Awakened - The puppy became a wolf We got the supposedly unarmed elite Against the armed but deeply inbred dead-beats Tactless tactics and mortgage-heaps You still seem, dumb to us Blue-collar majorities Racing for self-alienation Unto the gravest constituency That's ever been or ever will be. The Fallen Angel in our hearts Charcoaled black and dead inside Laid dormant in its abyss The peace of mind drawn to black Tossed onto the coldest truth Awakened - The puppy became a wolf

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025