Haeretichristus
In the remembrance of a damned angel, The word of a man without past Resonates and the pain of that whip which Gave obedience to the lord And anger to the slave. In every laceration, Between blood and powder, Lucifer's betrayal, pronounce your words and debone the celestial beast Lucifer's betrayal, making its winged parasites shedders of blood There was rebellion, but without shape And for an act of unkindness, An army of soldiers Arose to climb over horizons Which disappeared among the clouds, Descended to touch nobody's lands Vassal and then lord, Free and our liberator, He watches over us From tall trees On which stars escape, Lit by the divine lamp, Dragged by the eternal conflict Let the devouring flames shine and heat The coldness of a sterile paradise Between drunk jugglers, Blessed brothers and sleeping fortunetellers. Lucifer's betrayal, pronounce your words and debone the celestial beast Rebellious angel, making its winged parasites faithful servants. Lucifer's betrayal, pronounce your words and debone the celestial beast Rebellious angel, making its winged parasites shedders of blood.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Be happy in your most intense moments, now, Because we will have Deeper moments to give you Make union your sword, Since the warm embrace of hope Will be ice. Just to break in front of the will of our sons, Not chosen descendants, The incontestable rulers of the present and future. With the extermination of bodies, purification will triumph in the baptism of future generations; A damned descent will knock soon at your doors, ...and it will not be death time immediately, This is suffering A unique commandment, a universal law The future doesn't know. You will be nothingness And we will be the universe, You will be the beasts And we will be the chiefs And the sheep will be ferocious dogs, Ready to revolt against liars. You will see our actions as the only truth, Digging our teachings from the now arid terrain. Damned descent Our sons will accompany you by hand To the only road, putting credulity aside In favor of submission. Beyond darkness There is only darkness, close to us. You will be nothingness And we will be the universe, You will be the beasts And we will be the chiefs.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
The end... You will go through the echo of the eternal abyss Which separates one thought from another, Getting further from The brief and intuitive path. Which unites every act to its mental Origins, so that you will find yourselves In a desert of inert materials and a crowd of insensible and cold bodies. You will be The nucleus of a sick cell. You will warn the heavy and wearing decadence Which will erode any innocent. The murmurs of thousands of innocents, The whisper of looks which are less attentive, Will give life, With every blink of the eye, To a new crossroad Where the same old man will bow his head with pride, Inviting you to visit the nomadic museum Of equilibrium The sphere of doubt rolls along a steep slope and the sick paws of a dirty pig, Which by now is reconciled with destiny, glide. The youngest beings choke, so that the divine germ Cannot devour tomorrow.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
The light In a motionless spirit can illuminate Only itself, creating shadows of loneliness And making invisible those that promulgate Plans for earthly life. The ambitious journey Towards the hostile unknown Slowly dissolves Every possible revolution, While creation quivers in the body And the soul vacillates on the fundamentals of rational Fear and sterile instability. Air will shake pure spirits, Bodies generated in series, Givers of knowledge, Greedy searchers of fame. Doubt induces the eyes to look for the shadow In the dark through steep paths of clarity Air will shake planners of salvation, Merchants of hope, Extreme blind antithesis In the sight of men, 1000 chains Will hide behind the most Ambitious project, in the name of resignation And while the cold hand that will hold bloody bandages, will be laid On the mouth of infidels and sad rebels, The eyes will be induced to look again For the shadow To extinguish the infinite hope. The blame must be punished and in a reality Of life and death, Words and thoughts embedded and closed On themselves in graves... Punishment and resignation, Extreme antithesis between life and death
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
The farthest signal and the most Silent and pleasing message Are being transformed through the passing Of every minute, Between a heartbeat And a still slow sigh, Long shadows Hide themselves behind a solid stillness, Transporting pain and hate In heavy backpacks The pupils of the eyes Are pierced by lamps of terror. ...like high flames Which dance, Suffocating oxygen And every doubt becomes reality. From the old well from which it comes... Trough the obsession Destiny will soon cry out Covering another light veil in the air with mud A face is mirrored in the water Trough the obsession To tear down the pillars of craziness. Caresses touch the air And sighs cry out in the wind Where wisdom runs away And the transparencies die in the thick obscurity, I am obsessed, And every ray of the sun Becomes a sharp wire Ready to strangle and every cloud becomes lead on the heart To kidnap breath and words, Streams of wax covering another light veil in the air With mud full of useless junctures, between the dusk of a soul and the dawn of a cadaver.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Freezing Breath which slowly obscures The mirror In the refuge of the spirit, silent Wind which dries sweat ? drops That escaped from ingenuity And then were hidden by astuteness, Tear my look which is too near And too severe today. The confused images Bounce on moving walls, While every expression suddenly comes back Without a new sender and the crowd is dispersed And the figures Are deformed through luxurious empty rooms. Now the feet sink in the solitude Beasts marked with the fire Ignorance is vanishing And conviction vacillates Along the brim line of your tomorrow While only one blow will make the pillars Which sustain it tremble. This is our body, we are not the messiah and We are not looking for prayers, This is our blood, Freezing Breath which slowly obscures And in the humid warmth, We will patiently wait for the union Of dawn and dusk, Digging with bare hands We are alone To nourish the desire of useless eyelids On faces of ceramic. Beasts marked with the fire
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Enclosed in an old black cage suspended In the middle of a sterile mind, Far and distorted, thousands, one on top on the other, We are (slowly) suffering under the weight of our fellow beings. Wet from the never-ending rain of lies from him, Whom from time immemorial has promised; On the iron, the rust of our tears is mixed With the bitter-sweet and dark blood. In the darkness, the strong wind of hope is mistaken For the sighs of him Who is closer to us, An Old Black Cage In which iron screeches on the bones, [x2] The cage moves by the smallest contractions (of the muscles), While the bodies are mingled with their own pain And in the bliss of those Who are finally getting closer to the truth And by freeing a space give yet another breath, Falling in the deep pit of knowledge. After every instant, he goes Back to the starting point, Trying to perceive his destiny, Imploring hope to show, Through the old bars of a tired world, The universal focal point (to which everyone is hanging). The eyes are raised once again To look for the end of the thick rope Which sold its origins to credulity and submission. An old black cage in which iron screeches on the bones, Those who try to run away Between the bars are crushed like food Between the jaws of a beast
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
On tiptoes, with the passing of the old wayfarer, Whose tongue is damned, choking in the foul salty blood, To run after the cart which is consumed on coarse Bifurcated tongues, between squares full of Animals and dark alleys (without a destination); Dressed in glass To shine to a weak sun Of battered iron, you will soon become Naked And your flesh will be soaked with the most elegant red, That one which is more deep. The man who sells humans will tighten ropes around your feet Let's confess your sin. Sparkling, speechless and naïve plastic diamonds, Behind long sweaty fingers. You will cut your arms and legs not to falter, You will sew your bodies together with (infected) needles, Looked at by astute watchers, Naked men, coming from foreign villages. You will be willing to give up your soul To be able to still hear the tinkling of a coin, You will be ready to confess repulsive sins, To receive the acquittal of the old wayfarer. But the road to forgiveness goes Through trails too steep for those that Do not have any dignity left. Legs of worthless people will putrefy with their rotten souls. Dream of the present, oh passengers, unbounded pride. Puppets with a polished smile And interiors made of straw, The old dry bones will painfully break And an out-of-tune choir will sing.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Looking towards the future So as not to feel the hell of bodies Under our bodies and fulfilling the body's peace, Nourishing the purest fear, For not having any reference, We will come to drag you to hell, Nursing you with the song of humble servants (from the terrible destiny). Long trails of blood are what will remain of you And the earth will be, once again, generous Of blood of sons. Hail to the infinite power and attracted By that which causes the perpetual movement Of an existence, but which will slowly become a smaller And smaller vortex, towards the mind's centre. Among fierceness and craziness, the straight bars of steel Will bend with the fire, under a downpour of blows. Every word will be pronounced And every herd will be freed towards the highest cliff. Your shadow which, by suddenly growing upon The ethereal faces, Will swallow the light, Will be the new kingdom, On which new bushes and spines Will germinate to become a new pain's crown. The destiny will show new paths For the return journey crossing the main road, Running along the abyss of doubt, Until the place where the innocent butcher consciousness hides.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025