Hymn of the Sabbat II |
Once again we were called upon to give Honour and Praise in the form of violence as an Offering. No forgiveness without bloodshed.
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 21:48:00 GMT |
Hymn of the Sabbat |
In our most Bestial Forms we gave Praise and Honour to the MightyPOSSESSED whose Hymns That Rob The Soul burn with Violent andEternal Majesty. Thus we keep the Black Flame.
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 03:29:00 GMT |
Predestination |
L'eng.
An unclean place I've heard of all my life, where the fall of Man is emlazoned in every heart-warming smile, every soul-searching gaze and every desire-ladden sigh. A place where one is so into...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 06:35:00 GMT |
Towards Thy Pantheon |
"On the rise of the sixth moon
Through infernal nebular storms
Forces primordial infect the soul
Quickens blood, Rapes the Essence whole
Endless Planes over countless Voids
Birthing, Dying with...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 03:06:00 GMT |
Taste Of A Kiss |
In a dark chamber where crimson tapestries cling to frozen walls for eternities buried in whispered regrets
Standing beneath a crown of burning candles where the blood of waning light drips where She ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 01:14:00 GMT |
Weeping Willow Of Gondal |
Northeast from Widow's Peak lays a wild, wind-swept moorland known as Gondal. A sanctuary where the cool air from rocky crags embrace you with silvery, grey hands and whisper soothing intimations...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 00:19:00 GMT |
Tzimisce Maiden |
Out of a suffocating, nightmare void steps this pale, lithesome figure
Her dreamlike stare fixed upon a distant point beyond this place
Throughts swimming in lifeless entropy
From the dead black ascen...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 00:59:00 GMT |
Helvet: Canto I |
Scurrying through water-worn streets of ancient cobblestone, passing through endless viels of mists melting into placid confusion. Leering metal buildings make up for what would be walls, creaking and...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Dec 2005 01:12:00 GMT |
Of The Last Days Of Maiden Purity |
There is a vast, cyan mountain range near the city called Winter named Widow's Peak. In times before Order, patterns or entities of Chaos corrupted Time and Space with their foul existence and it was ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Nov 2005 01:09:00 GMT |
