Sold Soul - Gnarled Horns

O wicked one, I pledge my soul to thee.
Devoid of transient God prophecies.
Absent, are the chains of hypocrisy.
My gaze cast at the river flowing before me.

No dogma, no lord to write thine script.
Enlightenment my unholy temptress.
Winds of death blow and kiss my lips.
Bring forth the exodus of holiness.

Forked tongues caress my face.
Hardened will carries me through this river.

Pulled forth by sacrilegious temptation.
Gone, the imprinted fear of damnation.
Reversed, my birth-given orientation.
Mercy on my soul, for it now belongs to me.

Pulled forth by blasphemous infatuation.
Gone, the imprinted fear of resignation.
In stone, set my mind so faithless.
Mercy on my soul, for it now belongs to me.

Obsidian eyes. Charcoal skin.
A being of hate, pain, & boundless sin.
Horns twisted like roots around it's disfigured head.
Ghastly, this vile abomination seeks to devour all that's pure.
The mouth of hell wide open & in it thrown our beloved world.

(Niko Apostolakis of Until We Die)
Through styx, I drift, I reek of pure resentment.
Oh, how thine heart swells by this amendment.
In the bowels of hell, I have reached ascendance.
Free from the hold of faith, that I once was sentenced.

Join me, set your cautious minds aside.
Tread this world with man and beast alike.
Come hither, weary mind. Break free from the divine.
Hand in hand we voyage through the stygian tides.

As the gods fall from their throne.
As the shackles are broken.
We set forth on this voyage.
Into the river of Styx.

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As the dark one, he rises.
As he cloaks this world from light.
We set forth on this voyage.
Into the river of Styx.

Pulled forth by sacrilegious temptation.
Gone, the imprinted fear of damnation.
Reversed, my birth-given orientation.
Mercy on my soul, for it now belongs to me.

Pulled forth by blasphemous infatuation.
Gone, the imprinted fear of resignation.
In stone, set my mind so faithless.
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Channeled into a stream of blood.
Ripped away from consicousness.
Amassed at the will of the beast.

A new race, guided by hate.
I shall feed this disease, I shall invoke the flame.

Coralled by calls of hate.
Mankind changed for the strengthening of thy unholy trinity.
Cerberus shows his maw.
I've witnessed thy fates and I've rewritten them all.

The genesis of a new race of human, sculpted to perfection.
Cleared of all fruitless ideals, stripped of ties to christ, hungering for guidance.

Do you see? The genesis of despair is complete. (x2)

Left in ruin; the dwelling built for humankind to breed their religion.
Masses forced to fall to their knees.
The wake of a new kingdom underneath my reign.
Illusions left inside the minds of the weak.

The blood moon rises behind the clouds.
Masses swept into the current as their leaders fall.
The tranquil sound of silence halted as my new race floods into the heart of Hell.

(Cameron McBride of Methwitch)
Bonded in blood.
Thy brotherhood beckons this unholy descent into perdition.

"O Dread Father, cast us into your fire.
Gaze upon us with thine sunken eyes.
Rip apart my being, for I call to be born anew.
Aperi et portae inferni."

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Cast away the scriptures of your old God.
Swallowed whole, Into the Mouth of Hell. Открыть страницу с текстом

"My soul was ripped from my chest.
I am so cold."

Tortured by figures of my angered creation.
Harbored in the glory of Hell, writhing in pain.

Hearken the taunts of the Princes of Hell.
Their gnarled horns pierce through light like a dagger.
Serpentine, their intentions vindictive.
To rewrite the scriptures and rupture the organs of God.

Dragged through the inferno, into this sanctum of tears.
To be drained of all your purity, the work of faith soiled by my hands.

You shiver as you realize you have been betrayed.
Tasted by the charred tongue of Lucifer, buried in this fiery grave.

Incantations of imprisonment; runes carved into the flesh of these hallowed men.
Pressure building in this harsh environment.
Pain, the foe of righteous entitlement.

You descend, fall into these halls of dismemberment.
You descend, a sheep of God torn apart by his holiness.

I, the grave robber. I, the unholy slaughter.
I, the toxic truth. I, the poisonous fruit.
Bring forth this forever lasting misery.
Relinquish your hope and humanity.

And as the world comes to a close:
The pages of our realm painted with marrow of old bones, the blood of black hearts, & blasphemous thrones.

The weary minds of children watching fire consume their homes.

"So cold.
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I stare forth into the darkness.
My sullen mind muted by its tranquility.
Abyssal figures; they call us.
Destitution birthed this deliverance.

This blight is all-consuming.

Maddening; the incandescence of thine righteous mortality.
No angelic voice sang as I wrought the end-times and cast out the light.

Slip into this sleepless abyss.

Hastily, humanity gathers around the shroud.
The blight grows swift & draws souls from the flesh of the ground.
Faded are the lines of reality.
Thine eyes fade to grey as I bring forth the void.

Bring forth the void! (x2)

I stare forth into the darkness.
My sullen mind muted by it's tranquility.
Abyssal figures, they call us.
Destitution birthed this deliverance. (x2)

"Oh fleshen one, does thy fear paint that remorseful gaze on thine face?
Thine eternity is crushed by the weight of this unending black."

Slip into these shades of darkness
Slowly growing; the end that's been prophesied.
I'm tainted by my hatred.

Slowly growing; the end that's been prophesied.
Hark my words when I threaten end-times!

Bring forth the void! (x2)

"Like buzzards, we gather around this shapeless pit.
Fueled with unending despair; awaiting eternal entombment."  Открыть страницу с текстом

Deceiver.
Spewing filth onto mankind.

Liar.
Oh god please send me into the fire.

Tormented minds crowding around your voice.
Guide their hands, sever their tongues, watch them bleed from their eyes.
Hollow, their minds held captive.

Legions of mindless fucking swine, purged of consciousness.
Deceit and prayer; fodder for the mindless.
The enthralled. The deceived. The bearers of this ever-burning cross.

You are a prophet for malevolence embodiment.
Your reverence, your holiness, is all in vain.
So, stand tall with legions of skeletons.
Hollow men! And sever their tongues to rejoice in the pain.

The piles of rotting skin, lining the streets you paved for him.
Defile the very core of what makes man a fucking human.

Burn. One by one. This world you've made will turn to ash.

Casting the black sheep into the towers of flame that you designed.
Watching the mountains of bodies grow taller, of those who reject your lies.
Your word crashes against all like an iron fist.
Your will kill, your will to punish the weak.

This world you've made will turn to ash.

"Feral creatures of evil, tainted souls.
Arise! Bare witness to my legions I've gathered to breach through the walls of thine hive.
Arise! I call from the depths of despair, can thou feel thine demise?
Arise! A warcry as we push forth from the pits of Hades." Открыть страницу с текстом

Thought only myth, a being awakens from slumber.
Angered by man, only death shall fill this hunger.
Malevolent, rage and vexation consuming.
It treads through the new world destroyed by his future prey.

The state of man is prime for execution.
Do you regret your mistakes?
Do you know the impending consequence?

I, The Beast of Gévaudan, have to come cleanse thy home from all life.
Feast upon the souls of all those who dwell within thy domain.
Death so decadent, benevolence.
I'll rid your recklessness, a pestilence.
Thine fate, thine carelessness; The genesis of my rage.
You shall repent.

A pain like this only exists with a most evil upbringing.
Filthy swine crowd within the cesspool of fate and shall meet their demise.

You shall repent, thy carcass shall shred by fur and claw.

(Greg Gilbert of Shrine of Malice)
Tearing at the throat.
Devouring the youth and their innocence.
Embodied by violence.
Cracking the spinal chord between my teeth, avulsing the tissue covering the jugular.
I, Beast of Gévaudan, eviscerate all to sustain my greed.

Malevolent I’ve become, no flesh to deny my triumph.
Through bloodshed, this stain; everlasting.
Treacherous, enthralled by the essence of mortality.
I, Beast of Gévaudan, eviscerate all to sustain my greed.
Alas, the heart of this village cowers underneath my reign.

-

The beast brings death to all man.
Your soul shall be his.

Torn apart, the jaw of the beast filled with the flesh of humanity.
Do you regret your mistakes?
Ripped apart. The rage of the beast ravaged the land, oh what a tragedy.
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As I arrive, this infernal realm quakes before me.
My body imbued with your blackened essence.

O Serpent, hear me.
I taste this invocation of hate, calling, pleading that I assume my role.
Gift me with thine fire, "rex inferorum," I shall be your hand.

The gates of Hell, shield this world from truth.
I, Vessel, shall see to their destruction.
Flood the pasture of God with packs of unholy wolves.
Feast upon his sheep, the feeble race of man.

My eyes roll back inside of my fucking head.
I hear thine will, I shall carry out this sacred plan.
I hunger for death, allow me to rip apart God's holy land.
Guide me, I shall bring forth the dawn of the fucking end.

Monolithic destruction.
Waves of blood stir within the sea.
Impending extinction.
Waves of hate flow through my veins.

Murdering the masses, slaughtering the innocent.
Conquering, devouring the children of God.

Brooding since the dawn of man.
Faithless snake.
Plunged into perdition, can you feel this hate?
Behead the shepherd, set ablaze his throne.
Rip his tongue from his mouth, shred the life from his skull.

I, Vessel, intend to see to this conquering of Christ.
The throne shall be mine!
The followers of his reign, shall fall with him.
With life and death, two forces entwined.

I will not stand for rebellion.
I shall cloak the world in black.
My eyes shall fall upon the wreckage.
Mercy has long left this corrupted soul.

Faith is gone.
Hope is lost.
Black wings of death extend across the sky.
Cower before us.
We, impurity, shall rise.

At last, the vision is clear, my body a vessel.
"God, if thine ears hear my call, if thine sense remains intact, run."

(Ben Mason of Bound in Fear)
Vile, my body contorts as I transform.
The fabric of humanity will not survive untorn.
Cower before this act of hate, I shall perform.
I, The Son of Perdition, have been reborn.

My wrathful distaste for life,
Will spell out your fucking end.
Tremble as your world quakes,
I am the Son of Perdition. Открыть страницу с текстом

As I arrive, this infernal realm quakes before me.
My body imbued with your blackened essence.

O Serpent, hear me.
I taste this invocation of hate, calling, pleading that I assume my role.
Gift me with thine fire, "rex inferorum," I shall be your hand.

The gates of Hell shield this world from truth.
I, Vessel, shall see to their destruction.
Flood the pasture of God with packs of unholy wolves.
Feast upon his sheep, the feeble race of man.

My eyes roll back inside of my fucking head.
I hear thine will, I shall carry out this sacred plan.
I hunger for death, allow me to rip apart God's holy land.
Guide me, I shall bring forth the dawn of the fucking end.

Monolithic destruction.
Waves of blood stir within the sea.
Impending extinction.
Waves of hate flow through my veins.

Murdering the masses, slaughtering the innocent.
Conquering, devouring the children of God.

Brooding since the dawn of man.
Faithless snake.
Plunged into perdition, can you feel this hate?
Behead the shepherd, set ablaze his throne.
Rip his tongue from his mouth, shred the life from his skull.

I, Vessel, intend to see to this conquering of Christ.
The throne shall be mine!
The followers of his reign shall fall with him.
With life and death, two forces entwined.

I will not stand for rebellion.
I will cloak the world in black.
My eyes shall fall upon the wreckage.
Mercy has long left this corrupted soul.

Faith is gone.
Hope is lost.
Black wings of death extend across the sky.
Cower before us.
We, impurity, shall rise.

(CJ McCreery of Lorna Shore)
Vile, my body contorts as I transform.
The fabric of humanity will not survive untorn.
Cower before this act of hate.
I, The Son of Perdition, have been reborn.

My wrathful distaste for life,
Will spell out your fucking end.
Tremble as your world quakes,
I am the Son of Perdition. Открыть страницу с текстом