The Cursed Travails of the Demeter
A cursed vessel from stern to bow Twisted vine like skeletal limbs Contorted misery on abyssic sea Crashing through black waves In fear, in dread, it steers Its shell, a cargo, a hull of forboding doom Carrion ravens guide torn sails Fettered by a blood lit moon Each man who has stood is felled one by one Felled one by one No axe, no spear, no idol Can fell this foul abomination In dread, in fear, it steers Plague bearing, no living god Stalking this wooden tomb Bereft of human life A hideous thirst Centuries old The whisper of death And the scurry of fucking rats
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Hurtling from space beyond the realm of chasm spawn Unseen cloudless forms create shapes that eyes cannot unsee Stygian blackness Elemental darkness Mythic curses, invocations of fire Comets blaze in triumphant coming Elemental blackness Stygian darkness Astral subjugation Celestial sentinels observe all through eyes sewn shut Tentacles threaded as veins extend through cursed torsos Dragging deeper into this abyss Return to the fucking womb Charonic drift
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
City streets like a whore's legs spread A pack of rabid dogs by the scent of blood we're led Down alleyways far from the city's glare We're breeding a bastard kind, humanity's unaware Plague rats crawl upon wretches strewn Another line of poison through infected veins hewns We are devils! Sluts, whores, sodomites Purifying your kind with sacrifical rites We hoist your fucking dead upon spears impaled Laughing triumphant as your men are fucking nailed On these city streets their bones a pathway pave Pitiless and profane on their open grave Devils Fucking sin! Vice Lust Hunters by predation Laughing and leering at your degradation
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
A call howls through grave markers old A rapture 'neath a fullmoon cold Crawling feral in lustful prostration Brought forth this night in blessed adoration For the son of the earth must pay his due As we write together in a sanguinary hue Sing! Sing! Sing! Lord of wild we praise! Sing! Sing! For our lust and sin Sing! Sing! Are only yours to raise Sing! Sing! Born of stars and fire! As flesh becomes entwined again In thunder, lightning or betwixt rain When day and night become as one Battles and wars, so many lost and won Neither fair or foul, nor foul or fair Shrouded in this fog and foul air Vile foul air! Unholy passion the tempest brings As the lust consumes and a terror sings A bastard born of the earth son's scourge Their lies and valour a falsehood to purge
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026