Necrohermitage of the Emotionally Starved
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Deep within the dark cursed forests The dreadful Shrine of Madness lies Depleting its aura of maddening demise Summoning all that is evil and grotesque Hideous and an abomination in its nature Cascaded in the black lit lanterns The evil ones bid thee welcome On behalf of the true Dark Lord The Shrine of the Dark Moloch howls Forever his dread feeds the foul The yell tormenting the innocent No shining star or hope in darkness His repulsive nature spread across the land Corrupting the living flesh and blood Bound only to the macabre arts His ceaseless conjuring
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 21, 2026
Crossing the fire From the temple of my mind Blinding and alluring The maddening starts to rise The maddening prophecy of Necromancy The Necrohermit rises In the dark and maddening forest Here the Necrohermits Lay, deprived Casting the forbidden magick They hail to the Mad Prophet The sun turns black The smell of corruption The smell of the dead The methodical madness Uncovered by the vanguard of the dead The protruding abortion Are the remnants of her departed light
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 21, 2026
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Before the conception of creation The Gods dwelt and were content And soon... The Dark Moloch was slain And the remnants created our world Slain by righteous Veliki Rod (The Great Birth) Moloch banished, he dwells in his own filth Yet, did he later flourish And created such disturbing majesty And so began the first Kronom Now He created His Evil And Veliki Rod created His Good Such was the balance of the mortal life Such is the tale of the immortal life
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 21, 2026
Behold this monstrosity Reeking in mortal flesh Seeking its coldness in the dark It sighs and wails in the winter forst It was sworn to an oath of darkness It buries itself in tired empty leaves To meet the True Dark Moloch The wretchedness seeking its dark mystical brotherhood Dulled and pained by ancient evil lullabies Only groaning for darkness In his vision, through the eyes of stone Separated from the dark clouds It see's The Valley of the Rogovi Behold its disturbed glory and immortal evil Upon the shadow ablazed throne The monstrosity mutilates its flesh in reverence To its ever disturbed emptiness He bows to the True Dark Lord.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 21, 2026
Unto the vampyric crypts of perpetual doom Is found the dozens of empty miseries Mourning to praise their Thrall They bow unto the Blackened Diadem The Thrall screeches their ancient stories Of how they were banished into their ground Archaic bodies crushed by the ages They are bound to wither in silence Their timeless bows before the aeons Will become tales on carved stone They will soon descend with the Dark Moloch And praise his ethereal shadows Behold, their rotting tombs are open With their groaning and distaste of Veliki Rod They gather for their folkmoot To release their inner demonic spirits Ever dying and ever-glooming They mourn to their Thrall of pain and plague Soon crawling into their tombs They light the Black Lantern in honour of the evil one They are buried to wither and die
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 21, 2026
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