Meathook Massacre
I cut you for a living in the mercenary's den Slice your guts and open up For the masters of your world and kin They have a necromantic need For a misanthropic autopsy A connoisseur lobotomy Stir it up, there goes your head You'll be my uninvited passenger Inhumanity's first breath A subject for my meathook massacre Paid by your god, a dance of death I shall proceed till bone is broken Blood will run like rivers flow The meat I shatter is my token Take me wherever pain must go I dream of violence and death Every day and every night Their deadly silence is my daily bread I think of terror beyond the divine Meathook massacre I'll kill you for a living If you'll be standing in my way No remorse nor forgiving You're only flesh and bone to me You'll be my uninvited passenger Humanity's last breath A subject for my meathook massacre Paid by your god, a dance of death Crimson blood, immortal steel Boiling guts the pain reveal Life is suffering Death is my salvation Succumb to my Meathook massacre Meathook massacre Meathook massacre
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Ravaging morbid skies Embers of a dying star Clandestine cult of lies Leaders of the abattoir Unraveling world demise Honoring the true leader Reverends of despise Clergy of the rising sons Vile prophets Brothers bonded in blood and despair They're the tyrants Gilded in deceit and clandestine affairs Ravaging morbid skies Embers of a dying star Clandestine cult of lies Leaders of thе abattoir Unraveling world demise Honoring thе true leaders Reverends of despise Clergy of the golden sons Ravaging morbid skies Embers of a dying star Clandestine cult of lies Leaders of the abattoir Plutonic temples sadistic parliament Evil intentions Predominance of arrogance In a realm of chaos We shall revel in plethoras of sin We shall rule with fear Gorging through delights and decadence Ravaging morbid skies Embers of a dying star Clandestine cult of lies Leaders of the abattoir Unraveling world demise Honoring the true leaders Reverends of despise Clergy of the dying sun We are the vile prophets Demons to some, angels to others We're the tyrants We are but the wicked ones Sworn to an oath To a despotic manifest Sowers of discord Schemers of dismay and masters of excess Ravaging morbid skies Embers of a dying star Clandestine cult of lies Leaders of the abattoir Abattoir
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026