Nexion
God is dead. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I proclaim: Existence precedes essence. Seize your newfound freedom. God is made in man’s image. Ecce homo.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
We gather here to dedicate this Temple to our sinister work. We Summon forth Satan, Prince of Darkness, and Guardian of our Gate, To witness this rite of Dedication. For we shall drink the Elixir which is black to the blind. As it has been, so it shall be again by the Power of our Prince, Satan, and the powers of They who are Never named. From the dark dimensions they will come while others sleep. As it has been, so it is and so it shall be again! Let the Rite of The Black Mass begin! By my Power - the Power of Satan, Prince of Darkness - I Declare this Temple charged! -The Black Book of Satan
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
She represents primordial chaos; That order which was before order arose. It would suffice to say that she never was, But is and always has been The order of the mind. She shall be called the giver Of darkness and the black wings of night, And none shall outlive Her zealous right. Primordial Chaos
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
Between the avenues of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, The priests in gold and black, the villagers. And all along the path to the cemetery The round, dark heads of men crowd silently And black-scarved faces of women-folk, wistfully Watch at the banner of death, and the mystery. And at the foot of a grave a father stands With sunken head, and forgotten, folded hands; And at the foot of a grave a woman kneels With pale shut face, and neither hears not feels The coming of the chaunting choristers Between the avenues of cypresses, The silence of the many villagers, The candle-flames beside the surplices. -David Herbert Lawrence
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
i saw your face in a broken wood clear as the day, wise as the night in a dream for which i had died each time i lay me down to sleep i saw your face in a broken wood and felt your trembling voice in me and the birds did not sing and the wind dared not creep and the world in that moment was quieter than sleep save for you, save for me
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
Along the sinister path A tree of death stands tall Twenty two dark tracks To the acausal realm Ten bringers of black chaos Ten dimensions of wrath To summon forth the energy Of the anti-cosmic path Ten bringers of black chaos Ten dimensions of wrath To summon forth the energy Of the anti-cosmic path Liber azerate Liber azerate Liber azerate Liber azerate I will go down to the altars of hell To satan the giver of all life Agios o satanas Agios o satanas We are the spawn of chaos and wisdom Taste the elixir of the black light From the dark dimensions I call forth the night Rise with the new moon Set with the morning sun Rise with the new moon Set with the morning sun Rise with the new moon Set with the morning sun
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
Dont waste my time I'll do what I want to Do what I want to What I want to do Take it fight by fight I'll do what I want to Find me without you What I want from you Yeah I can see your eyes in front of me now who are you am I I can see you overcoming me now who am I am I Oh come to the altar Come to the fire Enter the night with me Dwell Dwell in the darkness Dwell with the devil Dwell at the edge of eternity and void There is no sun, no sky, no love, no light, no hope in life The end is indistinguishable from the beginning Of space, of time, of night, of day, today Is the same as yesterday Today is the same as every day Gone
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
i find myself the most alone beside my most beloved. i find at times that chatter fails to speak, and underneath the weight of air, falls weak. the fruit of silence comes to me in winters where the flowers fail and the frost is in full bloom and i sit alone in the warmth of my room. i eat of it and taste my doom
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
oft i must remind myself that time is a cold soul; that though she deals in pleasant days, she swiftly steals herself away, and in all the hours i would spend grasping at her ghost retreating in the wind, shouting her name, that i ever did catch her, i cannot say. if i should leave my body with the earth in golden mornings of crystal mist, where the dew settles soft on the delicate phlox, and life and youth bring warmth to the air, do not mourn me. and if i should marry my flesh to the dust in somber evenings where the sky is thick, and the winds do not howl and the trees do not speak, and the tireless nights become quieter than sleep, and the ink has bled dry from the sand and the seas, do not weep —do not weep, for i die as i live, and i love as i grieve. for eons i slept; for eons i sleep. i have never felt, and i never have been, and nothing has changed which was ever conceived
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026
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Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 21, 2026