Manhunt
Więc powiedz jak ważysz me czyny, Jak cenisz nie wiedząc czym zło. Przy którym numerze jest moje imię, Jeżeli mogę zabić ot tak? Czym są te twoje cyfry, Gdzie w nich to twoje cierpienie? Zrób miejsce dla mnie, Bym mógł pokazać czym jest piekło ! To moja skala zła ! Ten dylemat nóż czy sznur, Rżnąć czy siekać, ciąć czy tłuc? Widzę dobro w swojej głowie, Nożem tworzę swą historię. Ból! Tylko ból!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Cut your hours on the knife edge And you see the heat in my eyes. I will write your name with blood. You will be my new toy. Crying and asking for death. End for an end that is still far away. How fun to decide about you. And how now you will Suffer and crawl. Look again; this reflection is you. Your fear and my triumph side by side. I'll know you today And I know I will kill you tomorrow. Because I am the end. The last breath of your life.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
And before you reach the goal, Before you give me your name, Before you look into my eyes, You will find many scum. Logically the dogs tell me what to do logically what the fuck you don't understand. Listen to the dark streets, Listen to death; screams of victims Listen to the gun shots Listen to death; (that's) my laugh. Bang bang bang !!! I am a war I am a demon, I am a genius I am a murderer I am an unholy incarnation of evil Say goodbye and goodnight
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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The day's covered eyes glare back through frosted pains of glass lonely they stare – sad my empathy reaches out hopes reflected in muddy puddles that snuggle a grassless earth brown muck colored tear stained The greens are not a green the grays are grayer night is always closer staying partly overtime tired. clouds overhead duck and weave about the cold breezes smells of places never seen dance and fly orphaned The greens are not a green the grays are grayer night is always closer staying partly overtime tired. my soul's shadow sits out this dance of usual lifting when my spirit soars above dainty little things of the heart, depressing. even ponds sit apprehensive, shrugging here and there white fingers pointing to clouds as they pass ducking. cool pains of glass reflect me thru a curtain this sad still day out of breath trying to hug back.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
They must look for you Days pass Somewhere tears are flowing There is no trace Whatsoever, The heaps of ground hide my work, I hid you whole You had name and face The same face is now Shown in the news. And I know where i'll find you I come there every night. And I am watching if you are Still covered deep under ground I am burning with joy You're rotting in nothingness. Whene someone digs you out, He will only find bones and teeth.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I fuck this past that humiliates So that I hide my feelings in solace, Wandering in the clouds, seeking strength, He flies like a lucky man when I approach her. I put a suicide note in the package, I pour glass there, water it with tears, I recall the failed life exam, I direct curses to the fucking Trinity. I am looking for an envelope stained with venom, Faith in God unfortunately escaped I'm sending this letter to the gates of hell I'll go with the devil; hellish tandem. So he has to suffer. I belive it. He laughs at the naïve naivety Those who give a shot, To accept tons of mud, Still counting in favor of another. I hide my face in my hands, Because my heart breaks with regret When I see your hand Collect the harvest in lies.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026