Damnation has sunk its talons
Deep into the womb of utopia
Spilling forth great streams
Of virginal purity and bliss
The golden throne of tetragrammaton
Satanic Majesty sit proud
The joyous drones of celebration
Enact scenes of blasphemy, lust and destruction
Raping the holy trinity
The sabbath chimes tunes
Of burlesque and insanity
The heavens in their last throes of death
Gabriel and his arch angels
Falling ever downwards
To the fires of Pandemonium
To the dark deserted depths of Hell
Their broken bloodstained wings
Scorched by the raging inferno
Along the shores of Styx
Weary from the battle
They seek refuge
Bathing their wounds
In the blood of a million martyrs
While celebrations of rape
Of the heavens grow strong
The keys to the seven gates of Hell
Lie momentarily unguarded
Raging flames called by
The innocence of the angels' hearts
Release forth their wealth
Of centuries of god's lost souls through
Their true destiny in heaven's golden palace
An unseen presence
Breeds never before felt pains
Of mortal hatred and anger
Deep into the pounding hearts of the angels
Once more the creature is summoned
To deliver a declaration of war...
At war with Satan!"
Venom, "At War With Satan" excerpt
HIDDEN ARTICLE #2
by Richard Karsmakers
The scent of incense is hard to bear. It penetrates your nose,
giving rise to acute feelings of nausea. You wake up from your
sedated sleep, only to look into the bloodshot eyes of black-
hooded men that stand around you, grinning devilishly.
A voice chants in the background, something about Baphomet,
Lilleth Faire and Satan Lord of All.
Then you find you're naked, your legs and arms spread as if
nailed to some obscure cross. The mean look at you, but it's more
than lust with which they explore your body, your breasts, your
legs, your crotch. You try to put your legs together, cover your
breasts with your hands - the ropes have been tied artfully,
however. You have no chance.
The hooded men part as someone else walks towards you. You look
down as far as you can and see another hooded man, this time with
an upside down cross tattoed on his forehead. In his hands he
carries a goat's skull and a bowl from which fumes arise. The
unmistakable smell of blood now enters your nostrils.
"In nomine Satanas," the man, a high priest, mutters softly as
he comes ever closer. A feeling of intense fear spread itself
from your stomach to your brain and your groin. You try to cry,
but one of the hooded men, a disciple, prevents you by pushing
his hand down hard on your mouth. For a moment you struggle, but
you are powerless.
"Oh Lord Satan," the high priest cried, saliva flinging off in
several directions, "please behold us, please accept our
Damn, you think, all of this wouldn't have happened if your
parents hadn't insisted that you remain a virgin. Now it's too
The blood is already coagulating slightly. It sticks to your
skin slightly as the high priest pours it over your abdomen. You
try to cry again, but to no avail.
The high priest laughs a satanic laugh, the kind you had only
heard before in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" and cheap horror
movies. He had put the goat's skull on his head and had opened
his robe. His chest has an enormous pentagram carved in it.
Carved, mind you, not tattoed. And the carves look as if they've
been applied only recently. Fresh blood still oozes from the
From his belt the high priest now takes a knife. It's one of
those bent ones, a krish or whatever you call those things. The
high priest leads the other blackened men into a chant which'
words you can't make out. Probably latin or something, you guess.
You hadn't quite expected this sort of analytic thoughts to
enter your mind even when you knew you would die. They did
Seconds tick by. Minutes, too. Then the chant stops.
The high priest lifts the knife, its flashing metal catching
rays of candle light.
"May His will be done!" he cries triumphantly. A sharp pain
enters you. It doesn't last long, however. You haven't stopped
crying yet when everything turns black.
You don't even witness the men starting to chant audibly now, to
the background sound of thunder reaping the heavens.
Not that you mind. You haven't got it any more.
"The warriors gather slowly
Round the sacred city Hell
Satan screams in vengeance
On the land His angels fell
Tyrants pray disaster
For the land of love and trust
Demons plot a way
To turn the heavens into dust
Standing there as chosen
From the mass of Satan's dogs
To hold the flag of Hades high
Defying all the gods
Satanic laughter towards
The heavens shake with fear
Armageddon sings his song
The battle's ever near
Let the joyous celebration of Hell begin...
Who holds the key to the seven gates?
Lucifer's demonic laughter
Assists our Quest
Free from Hell, oh serves the Master
Sound the charge - on sabbath's day
Rest the demon's souls
Show yourselves in power
Angel's fear resist
Nothing hold the storm
Inform the Grand Master of Hades...
Storm the gates!
Free from the pits of Hell
Slaves emerge the mountain
We shall destroy the encursed heavens!
I'll find great legions strong
Crush the gates and enter free
Oh Lord of Hell must take god's throne
Spread the message far
Take to the skies!
Fuck the bastards!
God has fell
Sound the knell
Where time and space collide
Mortals sit and watch the tide
Crashing up against the sacred shores
Without the holy grail
Only Evil can prevail
The church of god
Can't hide the truth no more
Show the light no more
Light up the skies!
The demons ring the sacred bells
Rejoice the withes chants
Prepare for sacrifice - by fire
The blood runs black through heaven's shell
Declare the witches' dance
Nothing shall defice
The soul of christ
Drag him through the whores!
Orchards filled with joyous laughter
Altars of the flesh
Equinoxe eternal glory
El descent to death
A new born Flaming Star
Out in pain
Destroy the priests!
Destroy their reign!
Diamonds pledge the souls of legions
Still an act of remorse
Tana turns the key of life
To hear the thunder roar
White clouds of life will turn black
The virgin pure she fears attack
Take them down!
Children of flesh and womb
Fear the monstrous
The Dark Lord opens His jaws
Raise for Satanic Queen
Take heed the play
Now has come Salvation
Strengthen the Kingdom
Of our Satanic Majesty
You'll always learn
Are you damned in Hell?
Damned in Hell!
The blood flows
Of god's holy shrine
Pandemonium burns in the night
Who the Hell's god?
Celebrations of savage encore
Unite with the whore!
Take that bitch
We shall not be destroyed!
The angels gather slowly
Round the sacred city Hell
Devil screams in vengeance
For the land his angels fell
Martyrs pray disaster
For the land of hate and scorn
Priest deny the day
The actual christ was ever born..."
Sorry, guys, but I've been having too much discussions
pertaining religion lately and when I slammed Venom's "At War
with Satan" in the CD player this morning, a vile and utterly
dark side of myself come floating up. It took over and then left
me when the CD was finished. I couldn't remember anything I had
done, and I turned out to have written all the above. As I am a
great believer in artistic integrity (like Madonna, only quite
differently) I didn't want to delete it - that would have been
meddling with fate and dark powers that I'd rather not contend.
This article was hidden so as not to offend those who have a
thick enough skull to believe all that religion garbage.
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