Discipline Manifesto

The churches may decide what will happen to man in the other world In this world, we the Black Metal order shall decide for our people Mentally deficient, full of bluntness say: "Blessed are the poor in spirit..." Wouldn't it be nice, If they all went to their paradise The one proclaimed by the fucking Christian Church Into their paradise we'll find ugly and mentally flat women For over half a million years God was sitting Watching men plucking one another's eye And only then had the brilliant idea Of sending his bastard son, fucking Jesus Christ But now the Devil prevails This thing is balderdash We shall let the church to "rot as a gangrened hand" And slay upon their altars the idiots and the old scandal mongers The healthiest part of the Youth shall be with us The plower with his scythe shall ripe the new harvest rightly Burned, mutilated, millions of our ancestors Under Christian psalms of love We shall avenge... we thirst for blood! The churches may decide what will happen to man in the other world In this world, we the Black Metal order shall decide for our people

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

The God's return incarnated in the new man With sight that knows to despise and to love With flaming sword that destroy and creates A form serene and severe Let us place our lives under eternity To transform them into a life divine and everlasting Be it so that death meets us young and beauteous Let him come at dawn when our burning sight Will meet the rising sun Brothers, the clouds of the storm draw near The earth takes a leaden form Black eagles rip the flesh of the rain state An uprising erupts, the lament travels over Soon the wolves will invade Baptize your sword under the light of your thoughts Unite your will the coming whirlwind A new dawn will rise over the ruins With blood shall be built the new state Above every moral consciousness, above all values Savage, destroyers and creators We don't know of forgiveness or repent We, the great despisers of landation Morality is the great infection of mankind Paganism means return to the innocence The triumph of will of one primal fierce violence With deeds that will strike terror

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

A metaphysic idealism Is the creation of a new man A new form of civilization Aiming at the achievement of physical And artistic excellence With courage and boldness We will overcome the past We will evolve a new civilization Where man shall be a wholeness Willing to move to acts of total destruction Even to mass murder For "creative destruction" We aspire to refine the true essence of the natural, and a human being March of victory...The boldness sunray! Fire in the battle...The rite of crimson dawn! Inexpugnable the flame...The eons blaze! The sun in the darkness...A fountain of light!!!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

As the Caesar arrives The prestige of authority, of duty, of honor ... And the end of rottenness, returns With their armies they give the battle For the domination of mother earth The society of power gives way to rotten The man assaults Pure and irresistible, The strongest win and what is left over is their spoils They take in their hand the control of the world The kingdom of books belongs to them The rottenness is being erased from the memory Through the chaos of time comes a second religion A nostalgic return in the old symbols of faith The masses are armed In a situation of a fatalistic satisfaction They bury their souls and their effort in the ground From where they and their culture emerge And in these settings of culture and civilization comes death Which man created

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Our way is long, rough and painful The prime mover is our love for our blood For our land and our civilization Our hatred is abyssic, endlessly furious For what harmed and continues to harm the three Sons of our existence We are prepared to be ruthless Towards every center of pollution All that is sick needs to be vanished The new society seeks for the blast furnace The blast furnace is us!!! Blast furnace Scalding storm Blast furnace The new policy We obey to a higher rhythm Having a mighty pact with blood Listening to the soul of the blood in our soul We dream the most tough and great dreams Ancestor worship is superior to any religion It provides the essential emotion of soul and mind Through the existences of the past for action and creation

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

The chosen blossoms of the European land The chosen creators who our civilization "expects" Dreaming of the society of the strong warriors, philosophers and poets Chosen of the land and blood Innocent and merry creators Aesthetic children of the sun Who glory the Apollonian cosmic harmony We reveal again the primitive myth Regenerating the new poetic moment of our times Guardians of a mystic, lost, forbidden knowledge Fighting for the heathen Europe We want to rewrite her history To reveal the luminous truth As heralds of the new storm The last loyal We dived in the mucky sources of the myth And pumped the mystic speech of Pythia Red is covering the poetic dimension of our lives What is today praised, Must be destroyed tomorrow What is today hated Must be worshipped tomorrow

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

It is not possible, the forces of deceit, to dominate our land "Spirit once was God, then became man, and today became beast" We are the last loyal We are not bent by the great life We did not deny our ancestors And the pride of our civilization Cursed and ghost of history, exiled... Deniers of the false dream Fugitives of virtual reality By characters, suspicious and disclaimers Ready to die for the new man who will come... We shall smash their dreams to a thousand pieces And through the ruins, shall rise a great world We will be the seeds The last loyal Our soul is adolescent, deeply filled with loyalty and ideal Possessed b an irrational grit that obeys nothing We, the last, who shall be in the future first The last witness of a world that rises All of us, the victors of the great battle which comes We shall then continue the war between us For in this world, he who wants to live... must fight!!!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

I draft the meaning of the word of life and history I am the son of mother wisdom The essence of the secrets of the mind That mutined the folks out of oblivion To give meaning to their ideals And knowledge on the years of their ancestors I am the description of history The philosophy of existence Throughout the word of the Heliad to the frozen Wotan And from Edda to Zarathustra I unite the Gods with you I possess the secrets of religiousness And still your fears and your vanities I am He who crushes the truth of simple life To instruct your Godhood and Heroism From the sanctuaries of the forests and the temples To the secrets of the cliffs and the birds Resist to the lie that bolts to the woods Envy the seed of the divine that we hide inside us My body is myriads of black and scarlet banners And endless runes and symbols of the land of Europa That stole the fire from the moon And gave it to thousands of children As they saluted through their shadows

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Man above time, Identified with the present sun Throwing relentlessly - the light on us From all the dawns - of the past Throwing a shine in the increasing darkness of our times Brahma, Visnou, Siva Existence, preserver, the destroyer The last important man Stigmatized by the signs of the opposite elements The lightning and the sun, Kalki the avenger Crush all the enemies of the divine purpose The stigmatized ones with the stamp of declined times At his right, the last loyal The iron man, the avenger The defeated warriors against time Powers of solution Powers of life In the field of the cosmic battle The one without beginning The bridge leads to Zarathustra Through the flames of the final end In the sunshine of the new age In the road which he traced, who wasn't his In order to prepare it for him

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025