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Of a night so torn with cries, Honest men sleeping Start awake with glaring eyes, Bone chilled, flesh creeping Inspiritus! Bone chilled, flesh creeping Inspiritus! From breasts long rotten Of spirits in the web-hung room Up above the stable, Groans, knocking in the gloom The dancing table Of demons in the dry well The cheep and mutter, Clanging of an unseen bell, Blood, choking the gutter Of lust, frightful, past belief, Lurking unforgotten, Unrestrainable, endless grief From breasts long rotten

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Far above the timberline In the barren polar night Burns the holy beaivi sign With a sympathetic light Seven furies trumpeting Sami francy conjuring Sulphur fuming summoning Salve! Salve! Emerging from the woods below Where death and threats are rife A silhouette against the snow With antlers, wings and knife A bright reflection in the ice: Her wreath of the altar log Whispering demagogue Salve! Salve, Regina! Ad te clammaus, ad te suspiramus Gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle Entrance to the vaults of Hades Enchanting, secret, villainous Essence of the wilderness Salve, Wiru-Akka! Above the ground it will unfold And shine upon our tears Spewing forth a ray of gold Out of immortal spheres

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Solstice twilight paints the trees In a psychedelic gloom An unseen presence heaves and breathes In the forest's holy room The tarn reflects the midnight skies In a burning liquid haze Your eye it drinks and sanity flies As the waters mee your gaze You hear them walk upon the breeze That dithers in the grove Over ground interred in autumn leaves That words can cause to move Their song attracts a motley horde To celebrate the throne Upon which sits the verdant lord Two fingers at the moon Pandemoni! You fall to your knees As their kingdom ascends From the roots of the trees Poisonous malice Empty the chalice! Seven sisters in bloom Scented feet on your tomb A midsummer's doom Creatures of the heathen night Some dance and others crawl And some anticipate the flight To the honored mountain hall They haunt you on the humming air That whispers 'round your head When from the nightmare cold and bare You wake up in your bed

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Open air necropolis Funerary plain Unhallowed, unsound This is where our blood Once mingled with the rain And soaked the ground Thralls of the apocalypse Mercilessly slain In graves abound Eyes of Hades, stars of hell Abyss of the soul shone upon The bronzen altar fire that Swallowed us whole, one by one Dust to dust! Another time and other names And other idolheads Other victims put to flames On other altar beds Extinguished in a moment And aglow forevermore In brimstone sealed Ever present phosphorescent Wraiths of local lore Children of the field Adar! Anu! Ninib! Baal! We whisper in the mist that shrouds Our trickling pantheon Consanguineous with the waters Springing from the mouth of Acheron Blood dyed meuse

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Powazki, Rockwood, Mountparnasse Dolories, mountain view Cities clad, come evening mass, In fog and twilight dew Streets on paths of cobbled stone Of fortunes laid to rest Lines of faces, dust and bone A carnal palimpsest Exaudi orationem meam Ad te omnis caro veniet Stripped of clover, flesh and pride Delivered from their strife Lord and servant side by side Equal after life Resting under dirt and grime In dreams of yesterdays Wake up in the dark of time Stirred by pious fears Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Past and present twist and twirl In circles, bottomless Thus, every city in the world Is a vast necropolis Exaudi orationem meam Ad te omnis caro veniet Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

I have seen the temples and the altars Built to terrify and to astound Towering like mountains up to heaven Or hiding out of reach below the ground I have seen unfortunates at daybreak Slain atop the gleaming pyramid I saw mothers hand away their newborns Lo, behold, don't shy away - I did! Kodosh! Father, ye almighty! The outer spheres and firmament are thine The tragedy of man lies on my shoulders Their vanity and holiness are mine I have seen old crones and teenage women Drowned and stoned and burning at their stakes Oh rising through the atmosphere of prayers At quiet country funeral wakes Kodosh! Father, ye almighty! The outer spheres and firmament are thine The tragedy of man lies on my shoulders Their vanity and holiness are mine I have seen those blue-clod royal corpses Frozen still on horseback in the snow I have seen civilians and warriors Beneath the fallen walls of Jericho I have seen the cities of the old world Crumbled to their core and ground to dust Some were slowly swallowed by the sand waves Others fell from devastating gusts

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

One need not to be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place Far safer, of a midnight meeting External ghost, Than an interior confronting That wither host Far safer through an abbey gallop, The stones achase, Than, moonless, one's own self encounter In lonesome place Ourself, behind ourself concealed, Should startle most; Assassin, hid in our apartment, Be horror's least The prudent carries a revolver, He bolts the door, O'erlooking a superior spectre More near

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Bless our weapons With cruel majesty Ignite our spirits In barbaric ecstasy Fill our song With poetry of dread Sparks of splendour emanating From the highest godhead Lead: Sepulchral Condor Inspire our breasts With records of the brave Lift our flesh Beyond the darkness of the grave To every soul asleep Underneath Sinjari pines: Rise out of the gloom Of the desecrated shrines We call upon the bird of prayer The angel with scythes for wings Creator, idol and slayer Eater of saints and kings Shaitanic rebel principle Looming in the sky Righteous and invincible Hear our battle cry! We are daughters of the desert night Sirens of the sand Raven-haired amazons Of the untamed land Abandon be our victory Beauty our decoy The angels of Melek-Taus Are ready to destroy

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025