Discipline Through Black Sorcery

by NINKHARSAG

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Through fire, through water, through temples carved of stone. My quest for dark solitude, beyond the realms of men. From the highest astral pulpit, to the subterranean vaults. I piss on the graves of billions, I mock, and rise again. This gift of frozen ashes, the blessings of the noose. These treasures I bestow upon thee, ye fools of a cursed line. My scorn shall ye receive, poison in the hearts of men, tormenting all with pestilence, and plagues until the end. From far beyond the twilight realm, I call this evil forth. Malignant forms of holy dark, attack at my command! Rise! Rise! From the abyss to cover the world in chaos. Rise! Rise! With iron scythes this world defiled. No mercy, no redemption, no paradise saved. Thundering hearts, swollen black in night graves. Nightfall comes roaring on the shadowed wings of death, under skies lit by primordial fires! Luciferian magick, this holy burning pyre. Plundering chaos will strip the fabric of reality. I am the lord and master of this ancient source of fear. Cold, dark blood in my veins… Rise! Rise! From the abyss to cover the world in darkness! Rise! Rise! With iron scythes this flesh defiled. No mercy, no redemption, no paradise saved. Necrotic hearts, swollen black in night graves. Through starlight and corpselight these rabid wills come forth, to dissolve this world with unholy night-force.
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Darkest shrines to Death lay hidden deeply underground, in ancient, ‘nighted catacombs, where wrathful souls are bound. Hoary roots suck the soil, a feast of filth and slime. Spewing black atrocities ‘til the end of time. I hear the howling on the wind, the blackest of voids that rips through the light. The gates are blasted open wide, my mind is aflame with chaotic might, and slaughter is all around you. Elemental forces in the dark. Burn the bones and eat the chyldes heart. Sacrifice the lamb to blackest night. The Gates of Death are open, now you die… Leagues below this shadowed kingdom, where molten veins doth reign. Assemblies lead by faceless men, the scions of long dead kings. Wrapped in armour obsidian, mouths carved with dusky runes, calling forth the nameless one, spells cast in forbidden tongues. Under the crown of northern mountains, where sunlight cannot be found. Temples raised in honour of the fallen one, Lucifer, I am thy son! Rise now, in reverence, in devotion to thy burning splendour! We offer this human swine O' Lord, grant us thy blessings profound! The sacrifice made, your blood turns to ice in the darkness. Lord of All Death approaches with fiery eyes.
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Behold the scorched carrion which illuminates graves, sulphurous, nebulous ghosts. A beacon to follow on cold winter nights, in dreams I traverse this death maze. The mountains are endless, the forest is black, the devil’s song on the wind. Eternally longing to embrace spectral realms, My funeral awaits me at dawn. Join the deathly Sabbath as the first born is led. To the stone circle in this land of the dead. The coffins lay strewn, their treasures laid bare, Skeletons dance to the waltz of the dead. The screaming, the howling from marble lined tombs, The rebirth of evil in hollow earth wombs, For horrors contained in this abyss of black souls, Is naught compared to the sins of mankind. See the churches laid low, the smouldering ruins around my feet. Join the wretched Sabbath as the first born is led. To the black altar in the land of the dead. The bodies lay strewn, their secrets laid bare, The devil he waits with temptation so fair. The screaming, the howling from coffin lined tombs, The rebirth of devilry in hollow earth wombs, For horrors contained in this abyss of black souls, Is naught compared to the sins of mankind. Come see the art which aeons hath wrought. Mouldering crypts in Transylvanian halls.

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NINKHARSAG "discipline through black sorcery" 7"
vendetta records #202

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released August 23, 2020

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