Coup de Grâce

Peering out, beyond the mist Unable to see, following festering stench Sleepwalking, a zombie like state Feeling their presence, residing beneath the decay Digging through, the filth and the slime Combing for bones, the essence of the divine Slithering, among the deceased The longing immense, the calm before the feast Drilling in, draining the sludge Gargling ooze, bubbling thickening blood Indulging, savor the taste Never fulfilled, erupting euphoric embrace Dead Collecting remains of the Dead Collecting Dead Collecting remains of the Dead Collecting Flowing fluids Oh Selection of choice organs Consume my sense of Of taste and smell There’s nothing more satisfying than the aroma of rotting splendor Injection of the exhumed Coagulating and viscous treats concealed In tombs of the forgotten limbs prepped and awaiting To be pealed Single servings of pure organic death Single servings of pure organic death

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Tomb Tomb spawn Tomb spawn (tomb spawn) Prophecy, infernal sands Barren ridges shape the cavity Desolation, the darkening hills Monstrous embers fill the sky Tomb spawn (tomb spawn) Through the columned streets Axes, spears and claymores drawn Closing near the sunken vault Peering through the jagged dark Profound desolating vomiting violently Sweltering madness ensues sweating profusely Blindly swinging toward the lurking smell of rot Dark demons of hunger Indistinct secretions from within Gurgling, overbearing dull Archaic ciphers Blasphemous nightmares Wide open weeping wounds Wide open weeping wounds Double headed, snarling nostrils flared Enormous pores, opened and exposed Exuding slime, grotesque Endless, torturous, entity Tomb spawn (tomb spawn) Tomb spawn (tomb spawn) Tomb spawn (tomb spawn) Tomb spawn

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026