Profane Smoke Ritual
In the shadowy mist, where serpents sway, I’m the eternal return, from death, new life. In the forest at night, the serpent crawls, In a forbidden scene, your lust enthralls. Lilith whispers in, our demonized trance. Telling ancient tales, in the orange gloom. Celestial strings echoes, a ritual sound, Revelatory fumes, as rhythms explore around. Dancing with shadows, in a ritual's advance, Lilith whispers in our demonized trance. Lilith whispers in, our demonized trance. Telling ancient tales, in the orange gloom. And drumbeats echoes in a ritual's embrace, In a cosmic trance, we find our sacred space. Psychedelic whispers Guide our diabolic dance, Is "The Serpent's Gaze," Where demons prance.
Submitted by NecroGod — Aug 14, 2026
Within the abyss, shadows multiply, Bane’s spell unfolds in the seed supply. Vastness echoes a symphony of Bane’s form, Where illusions hide, and minds transform. From mystery’s roots, mushrooms unfurl, And Chronic whispers in the enslaved swirl. Through the smoky veil where illusions persist, In the chronic abyss, where echoes resist. Green grip on destiny, A legendary sound, Revelatory fumes, As rhythms explore around. Bane-laden lament And a profound tone. Bane-laden breeze, A somber sigh, Chronic melodies, Where souls lose their tie. Psychedelic whispers in the chronic oscillation, In an eternal trance, where the soul finds salvation. Come, lost traveler, join us in this rite, To Great Mother Lilith, we call with might. Nestle in her depths, let her purify Let her blood purify our essence
Submitted by NecroGod — Aug 14, 2026
Two witches I see By the fire's gleam Burning the weed To smudge the forest's dream. In the haze we cultivate, Where shadows intertwine We follow the smoke To smudge To smudge To smudge Smudge this sacred weed Evoking the ancestral call In the profane smoke ritual It is where we ascend It's Where our minds transcend (2x) From the roots of chaos Sprouts a potent seed, Incense of liberation In this ritual we free ourselves Through the smoky abyss Where shadows play Profane smoke ritual in the occult's array Echoes of destiny Hash oil profane rite In the profane smoke ritual It is where we ascend It's Where our minds transcend (2x) In the Profane smoke ritual (8x)
Submitted by NecroGod — Aug 14, 2026
Beneath the veil we tread, In sorcery we thrive, Where the demon’s gaze fills every corner with dread. In the realm of dreams, where dark spirits convene, Veil of enchanted shadows, where the devil remains unseen. Serpentine whispers in the enchanted atmosphere, The crimson king arises With a heavy iron steer. In the Veil of the enchanted shadows, A dance of darkness, with demons we dare. As rhythm pulses in the enchanted night, In the Veil of shadows where dark forces ignite. Where darkness prevails, and the devil’s will does prevail, In the veil of shadows, with demons we dare. In the Veil of the enchanted shadows, A dance of darkness, with demons we dare.
Submitted by NecroGod — Aug 14, 2026
In the shadowed night Death unveils its face Necrotic Elegy Where doom echoes in disgrace Lament of the occult Where the terror hides Whispers of the night Journey of the downward flight Sounds of the devil You might turn yourself in To horrors never listed The lament within We thread beneath the veil Of the enchanted shadows Cosmic symphony Like moans from beyond From deep somber roots Where the herb does bloom And the terror stirs Resounds in a cursed whir Sounds of the devil You might turn yourself in To horrors never listed The lament within Sounds of the devil You might turn yourself in
Submitted by NecroGod — Aug 14, 2026
As twilight, unfolds its gentle light Summoning the serpentine night. Two fingers up, two fingers down, Harmony intertwines, a sacred crown. In the garden of shadows where serpents weave, As twilight whispers, eve they grieve. Through the night's dance where echoes intertwine, Serenade of Baphomet, in rhythms that define the time Oooh In the name of Baphomet, devotion we declare, Symbol of balance, emotions luminous and dark. In the enchanted night, a dance with shadows tight, Guide us, Baphomet, The acclaimed wisdom is stark.
Submitted by NecroGod — Aug 14, 2026