Temples of Torment

An age of plagues, an age of chaos has come No fields for kings , no fields for thorncrowned ones Knowledge bestowed in ancient cult , the horned one more than a figure in black No redeemer liveth, liberation we seek The earthy coil drenched in sulphur, the burden of matter Repentance for sin Nearly heathen Repentance for sin Like seven stars that drowned the sun and the moon One step further to witness writings of doom To be neither enslaved, servant or fool A cryptic note unveiled for eyes to see An age of plague ascends No fields for kings The earthly coil in sulphur Liberation! The horned one A cryptic note unveiled Knowledge bestowed in ancient cult The sigil of Baphomet

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Empty eyes stare the voids A magnet swallowing hearts A mystic fall to the unknown In cores full of demon breaths I admire the source of evil Contagious leads us back Consistent will and concrete ways In times of demise Oceans shall drown in fire The holy stench shall burn In golden ash all filth is hiding With strength I blow, I am the mind Find a way to escape this labyrinth Chances are minimized to change your ill will Suffering in maximum will be the earth's last scene Olds laws we reveal, punishment is eternal! In the end of times everything breathes for nothing Mummified, wandering, ideals are crushed The holy strings we cut, grimly possessed by murder Your lives in my knife In the icy seas of black ink we coronate the naked cold As a noisy storm of insects searches channels to spread pest

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Goatshaped masks, hamstringing lash Noisome divine serfdom Vehemence with no submission Moribund world Cancerous growth, no anaesthesia Nonentity, hate and conversion Hail woe! All holiness now scutle, impurity Cloven hoofs in sacred ground Genuine inner pain, immortality Through the abysmal fog, Infernal Majesty! Face the soil, who twists the knife? Cloven hoofs, goatshaphed masks A curse that sounds so merciless Drape yourself in status torment Genuine fear, horncrowned rats Destruction! The final command

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Hoarfrost addiction, injections of cold Divided we breathe in heretic ways Careful what you wish for, blessed parasite Tolerance withered constantly unknown Where irresolution equals discipline An empty stare and puppets string Hearts that sound like ghastly necrotunes Three nails could be enough Creating your own doom Salvation is at hand Pilgrim, humanoid Three nails are not enough

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Spawned from the filthiest cunt The son of God, the nebular whore Emerging from darkseas Like cosmic rays erase the fog And glorify the winterstorm Funeral dreams of angels forlorn become unknown Now cursed by the moon, I sacrifice the virginborn Spawned from a dying womb The son of God, the nebular whore Emerging from darkseas Like cosmic rays erase the fog And glorify the winterstorm Ages before the birth of time and space Where no sun's rising on earth's face The bitter frost will turn all life to dust Sceptres down, inhale some glorious death Spawned from a dying womb The son of God, the nebular whore Emerging from darkseas Like cosmic rays erase the fog And glorify the winterstorm

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

The whirlwinds of hate A pestilence in ancient forms Dominate through mist And codes of the elder gods Codex of the nightsky Afar from the dying sun A vision seen by dead eyes Last icons of a prophet The one baptized in blood Codex of the nightsky Demons call our names Abyss devours our souls Flames burn our skin Beings without a face This is your last blaze Yet so alone Inspired by the northern cold The howling of winds And memories of a dying tribe Codex of the nightsky Summon the beast The presence of the inner demon The one who offers me The pleasures of the underworld Codex of the nightsky Pearly gates are falling Untrodden paths are burning Not christened souls approaching Incest now is reigning Your lifeless hearts still beating In decayed ruins Codex of the nightsky

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

No presence of mortals in silent fields of gray No movement, no lifeline in utter cold void The path I chose to wander lies north Where rust is priceless and ice covers the earth Winter's mist is near Where gleaming shadows crawl And I could only substitute joy with strict logic And I could only substitute life with imminent death Return to nihil law since motion is futile I sink in cold void, adjust in the higher scorn Here man resembles gods and gods resemble man We suffocate in mortal shell We need no blood but frost Frost!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

A tragedy condemned to breed in circles A moment of utter pain, what I am Rabid death, it crawls among te herb A feeling balance in time, what I am So grotesque those signs no one follows stars Like an infant trapped in a phantom, what I am The last night fades as blood flows slower Fast are the wheels of no life Where dead cells hurt, so cold the needles of thruth I am mocking for you're fading Behold the end of your Golgoltha Behold the dawn of the last days The unchained side of a life that never existed I am mocking (for) I never trust bleeding chrisoms One coffin is still left for a faceless phantom Chrisoms burn! Pure is the rage that scars your unseen face Genuine the pain you feel in your own maze Phantoms arrive but winter is at hand So cold the needles that lay in your arms

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 15, 2025