The Cabinet of Numinous Song
Manifest! In flesh again A newfound Son On Earth appears Unveil! Through holy song The highest ordeal A return to the soul And I witnessed A tear in the fabric Weaving the world To hours of woe Through this breath This doorway The Son appeared Soaring and fierce A champion of virtue Warrior and saint Speaking the word By tongue and blade Telling the tale To my foul remains Crafting new muscle For the bones Holy, holy, holy is the Son In the name of my Father Through his mysteries I shall become A crown be given A sceptre and a sword For he who is willing To rejoice in Truth, light, liberation Hailing the warfare Preaching the word Wielding the sword In a gospel retold Virtuos one, sing my song Be sanctified, by the throne The crossing of order and chaos The narrow path to the soul A crown of passion for him A sceptre and a sword, be given For he who is willing To sacrifice For he who is the becoming Of God!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Brought forth From the depths Of the great beyond A hidden Self In the twofold soul A lovers craving To please the world And the prophets aim To carve the beast! Herein lies will to power Herein lies will to life The highest heavenly being Or the lowest form of fiend The driving force Of transgression Or the holy work To praise the name Herein liеs will to order Herein lies will to death Herein lies will to power Herein lies will to order Herein lies will to life Herein lies will to mutiny To unify the broken To sanctify To sever, to defile To drag the pure down below The grace of angelic beauty The disgust of satanic athrophy Eternally bound In a violent dace In every being In ever world Herein lies will to power Herein lies will to order Herein lies will to life Herein lies will to death Two wings of Man Defining the Path A twofold nature Part seraph, part devil To become Is to master both
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Ur svart galla sprungen, de djävulska lustar Att följa förfallet till djupare mörker Se människans skugga med sataniska blickar I svarta sekunder, en smärtornas tid Bida tid I förvrängningen av mänskligt liv Se våldsmakter frodas i barnets blå ögon En vilja att döda, att föda ett odjur Att tappa besinning och hänge sitt allt Till jakten, till kampen, till fördärv Hin ondes mystär Orden har talats och de talar om mod Om nedkomst i eld, om initiation Hin onde, hin onde Jag talar ditt namn i vånda och åtrå Jag offrar mitt vett i din sannings inferno
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Come children, gather round This torture hall The hermits grounds Witness the toil he lives he breathes In search of sparks of divinity My testimony speaks of a cleansing Written in blood and ash My sermon speaks of a rebirth Forged in the fires of the stoic ideal Embracing the warfare of the soul Bearing the weight of the world And crawling crippled up The ladders of faith Revering the beauty of every wound A word to you children Of the hollow black arts You lost your sight in the Arousing dark and fell ill To pleasures and vices By devils you have been raised To serve the passions To serve the flesh You sold your own eternity For the malaise of modernity So come! Heed the primordial call From the hinterlands, no return For the truth will demand its martyr
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Stain after stain Bleeding over the Temple stairs This heart knows no Boundaries, shuns no passions Fears no sin Skin unto skin Flesh into flesh Feeding the furnace In the chest Clawing through layers Cracking the frame Rib, after rib Stain, after stain This sacrifice Demands everything Senses angmented To arch at the sight With eyes to see And hearts to heed Blood and rapture In glory be! A crooked pillar in the temple Is moving, potent phallus Deep, in the earths embrace For a brief moment Whole again Breath of the world The sanctity of the blood All revealed, all revered All be lived in ecstasy! Senses angmented To arch at the sight Feeding the furnace In the chest With eye to see And heart to heed Blood and rapture In glory be!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
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Voice of the ancients The numinous song Echoes once again From the black soil Of antiquity Through the uncharted caverns In the skull and the heart Dark be the trails To the depths of my soul And seven gasping wounds Be the signs of my truth Black flood! Drag me below For I know that the path To knowledge is hell The depths calls me again Through this soaring hymn! A stream of glowing words From the three jaws of God Even if ever alone I will carry the wicked mans Lantern I accept everything I will praise your name Your blessing, your curse And your spell To bleed gold From sore human hands To alter the being To alter the world
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026