Sutwyke
Learned Dr. Faustus seeking power from beyond Did call upon Mephisto, who, appearing, did respond To bear tidings to great Lucifer That great angel who did fall Grant Faustus power and knowledge in exchange for his soul You signed your name in blood and made this pact infernal for power and glory--your soul eternal. Fame and fortune bestowed unto the occult scholar He flew above the kingdoms and left behind the squalor. But as his years were growing, so was the doubt within, An eternity in Hell for his most grievous sin.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Cold sights of Sutwyke, looking down across the sea. Below the Sussex Weald, where myths and dreams and legends dwell. "Coven of Kingdoms Black--black hearts of Sutwyke." "Brethren to 'Friends of Hekate'--black hearts of Sutwyke." Risen moon guide us true, life eternal--path infernal. Curses cast at the Old Barn, a makeshift temple for the brethren. A front for a more secretive group, whose members rank most high Indulgence in the forbidden: theft, murder, debauchery, sin. No one would suspect these practices within. Darkened bowers. "Followers of the left hand path--black hearts of Sutwyke." South winds of Sutwyke, full moon across the sea. Below the Sussex Weald, where myths and dreams and legends dwell.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Morning star ascending, king of the constellations. Promethean light-bringer, bestowing divination. With Saturn in conjunction, and Mars now on the rise. Procession of the Equinox; war shall fill the skies! "Astrologus, Dominus, Daemonium, Daminum." From Capricorn to Aries, the horns shall rise once more. Macro-cosmic time lords, the zodiac of war. Denizens of the cosmos, all shall bow before your throne, Morning star ascending, king of the unknown. "Astrologus, Dominus, Daemonium, Daminum." (the unknown…) "Following the stars, charting the unknown, From the cosmic kingdoms, the future is now shown. Desolation shall be king as Mars is on the rise. Famine and disease spill out onto the earth. Divination was the god's gift unto me. What the future holds, I alone can see. Celestial bodies they call out my name. Do not doubt I speak the truth!" Kingdoms of the cosmos, all shall bow before your throne. Morning star ascending, king of the unknown “Astrologus, Dominus, Daemonium, Daminum.”
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
To appease until the beckoning grave the mistakes of their last kin. Rediscover nightmares as the winter years begin. Another time draws to an end, and the night is drawing fast. Recalling dreams of yester-years and the ghosts of shadows past (and the night is drawing fast!). As the winter years begin. Who can tell these dark stories of those now without a voice? It falls unto their children, for who fate holds no choice. As the winter years begin. Winter begins. "The night is darkening round me, the wild winds coldly blow But a tyrant’s spell has bound me, and I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending, their bare boughs weighed with snow, The storm is fast descending, and I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds allay me, Wastes beyond wastes before Nothing drear can move me, and I will now, cannot go." When the sun sets for the last, what will you have to give? Or did you cower 'neath the sky, consumed by fear to live?
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
In the moonlit window the shadow of the demon, Writhing in silence, attempting to break through. Tapping on the glass, commands me to submit. Ipsissimus of the dark, high satanic priest Master of arachnids haunts my fevered dreams. Can’t you hear my screams? Terror fills my mind, this monster weaves a web. Enchants me from my will to relinquish my sanity The sorcerer’s disciple, it comes only at night Ipsissimus of the dark, high satanic priest, Master of arachnids haunts my fevered dreams. Can’t you hear my screams? Black coven in the chapel make midnight blasphemy To raise the lady Astaroth and steal my sanity. A reluctant man of wealth They seek to cause ill health. A suicide conclusion and all shall be claimed. The sorcerer’s disciple, she comes only at night. Ipsissimus of the dark, high satanic priest, Master of arachnids haunts my fevered dreams. Can’t you hear my screams?
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Amidst the test of ages, a funerary gathering, Pallid mournful faces of night. In disharmonic melancholy the night choir stirs. Standing above all else, the witch of Prague looks on. In disharmonic melancholy the night choir stirs. Standing above all else, the witch of Prague looks on. Dethrone death’s regent in the palace of the queen. Chant the ancient words unto unearthly beauty. “Unorna” they fall you by this name. It makes me shudder, you shall suffer indeed. Dethrone death’s regent in the palace of the queen. Chant the ancient words unto unearthly beauty. Trample on me! Crush me! You cannot save yourself. “From ever to always.” Unorna Hymns unto the ether to lift this veil of night. When I hear, “From ever to always…”
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Above the vaulted spaces, beyond the stained glass walls, Gargoyles look upon the mourners, pained, arched to strike. Decrepit cemetery surrounds, the spires striking high. Black with the dust of ages, dark and unctuous mists of many autumns. The cruel, petrifying frost of ten score winters, As I call, she does not flinch. Disappearing into the mists, into the gothic quarters. The witch of Prague looks on.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
As night fell in years gone by When myths and legends strode the earth, Lighted fires kept the wolves at bay And ritual magic was the law. Spell of disaster! Curse of destruction! Summoning spirits of their fathers, Casting effigies to the flames. Spell of disaster! Curse of destruction! Inside the spirit still rages on, Although the ancient gods now sleep, The means to solve our conflicts Are within the powers we reap. Conflict rages! Spell of disaster! Curse of destruction! Summoning spirits of their fathers, Casting effigies to the flames. “Earth, water, air, and fire— Power of prevailing times, Rid me of adversaries, Strike the enemy in my mind!” “Gods of north, east, south, and west— Direct your vengeance on my path. They choose to make war against my will Make this belligerence their loss!” Summoning spirits of their fathers, Casting effigies to the flames… To the flames!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026