Mephisto Lettonica

When day is gone the night is dusk Grotesquely dark, hostilely ancient Territories in obscurity The utter darkness descends Something wild possesses the Earth Where hunger guides ensomnia-makers ...Add the colour of disgust and Paint the horror enter When night is dusk Uncertainty is what we get When moon metastasis are reached out Herbivorous instincts strike The fear of flesh to be devoured Sunrise blade... Slash sanguines, bright Celestial beast's evescerated My nocturnal passage stirs up Fit I thought neglected My heathen fit... Lo! Light solar Archaic rapture follows Infinite shine Solar The unity of flesh and flames Almost divine When night is gone the day is light Oh vital light, perennial, ancient Carnal spark the sun ignites... Such an erotic fascination Noctiflorous withering... Strange things have birth Renewing existance Day blood awakening to justify and excuse My pagan burst!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 13, 2026

Doors of his face, the lamps of his mouth Vargant Lord of plagues And deserts; he speaks on behalf Of savage and of charm Thus loathsome and beautiful twin Skilful, frigid hands. So subtle the nature of sin. The spider's kiss Aesthetics bizarre For many in shapes of the beauty unversed Multiform it's species; Vestments and vestures are diverse Spider's kiss So charming, attractive, delicious and sweet There's a grace in vile, a glamour, Enjoy the unique Comes now impetuous tide to waters wild, Seas, ship furrowed not Comes now the concept Left to minds alert A day when great is subverted. And will we mourn over his gifts? Nescient of the gloom, once sent to a realm of eclipse... Former nevermore Their commonness has passed us by. Mortal architects, we raise the pathology high...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

From distant wave to hurricane From secret lust to world aghast And pain inane Yes, chaos proliferous Chaos spawn, grown From serpent speech to deeds eldritch From blow to storm From high-raised hands to interment And hate innate As the plot unwinds As these pestilent spores we imbibe ... Forever rage's becoming guide Burn every seed- Whatever that tempts, that enslaves, Whatever that they've unleashed upon. Us; another triumph of hate Another spirit in quest The link of wrath in a chain of scorn. Every doubt... Too blotesque the icon they paint What is this substance to call it God? The poison is vomited out, It's a vicious art.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Behold, let's vision take your heart! Garden, Where iron like father reminds brothers Of their consanguinity, averting bloodshed. Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise and Gaze at the sky, and are there so many Of them 'cause they have a different Vision of God? Where low bird brings the gold of Sunset and all the might of it's Conflagration; lions dream, having their Faces on pads. Garden, garden where wolves lick cold Iron and the glance of a beast Means more than wisdom itself. Garden, we haunt with ease- Feral in the masses Garden, man-made cosmos. Where eagle falls downwards like idol From temple roof, And sometimes he seats with a wings so Strangely spread. Does it seem for him he's flying high over the mountains? Or does he pray? Or is he hot?

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

He sits down with holy fears And waters the ground with tears Then Humility takes it's root Underneath his foot? Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head And the catterpiller and fly Feed on the Mystery And it bears the fruit of Deceit Ruddy and so f**king sweat to eat; And the Raven his nest has made In it's thickest shade The Gods of the earth and sea Sought thro'Nature to find this Tree But their search was all in vain There grows one in the Human Brain Whene'er didst taste Thou the Fruit of Deceite and of Human Abstract- Transitory It's sweet... Bitter, tart and wormy Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? Or wilt thou go ask the worm? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod or bowl? Until a thousand spirits go astray in dark ..."The human form, eternally abstract"

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 13, 2026

There's a distance long between you Craving lips and inspiration chalice Whose wine like fever- neverending Everlasting heat Eternity evanished Gather days to make them sands Falling from your feeble hands Thought's like views of nothingness Malice leaves through broken glass (follows the glass?) Rid your eyes of control Take a naught, a chaos Perfect clay to sculpt from it Here comes creative passions play... Desire... Warm of will, a carrion of might Another string bizarre of violin of mine Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid See the man's becoming Demiurge Dawn of force; starvation fails Skin forebodes a driven nails That's a power tempting wise man And lending colours to the moon Granting orchid it's charm and splendour Soon it comes, the light itself Seems to be not of this Earth.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Go starless in the night... Once carcass is cold no rest in hearts And no predictive eyes strong to see What lies beyond nepenthe. So teach me what is death! Down to absolute To where emptiness Breeds and slithers, mute To where my hunger ends... Forbidden ever this domain of mine My beloved; Relish the flesh and wine Relish life; but allow death to be A tale, a legend, Mistery. A transience of it all... What is in flesh? A cerement to clothe. Gift seemingly absurd... Watch calmness leaves the man For he is me, the inquiring And till blood warms tongue The passing stuns... Out of this lot Terrestrials await Out of this lot To where my thirst I'll slake Pacific cold bewitches the dying eyes Far beyond the brink no entry twice Beware to question the abysm For its lesson is last; and secrecies are grim.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Charmed by the splendour of this Neurally perplexed body To commence Bio-organic alchemy That's something morbid... Wave! Curtains falls: Twisted tactile witchery Nevermore thing accept the way they followed Bodily affairs... Psychotic trip Chimerical hollow... Suspended as I passed an instant after death To scan a canvas chemical Perception's in progress, entirelly reversed Within it streams Where sense a choir of twisted nerves Stream Cold liquid streams Sweet silver smell I'm floating in Adhesive light Self-tasted kinds Transcendently devitalized Where rapture's trapped And turned apart Revealing heart Of sinesthetic art Where silence flows Beyond, below Revealing claws Of sinesthetic throe

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025