Destroyer of Worlds

Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent Standing at the shore of lake of fire Standing at the shore of Lake of Fire Standing at the shore of Lake of Fire Standing at the shore of Lake of Fire Blood mooney, for thirty pieces of silver You shall buy yourself the time The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair Succumb to your own passion, receive the garland made from angel's hair Crown yourself, the thorns will cut you, bleeed your majesty But by dawn it will all satisfy no more, dethrones you weep Dumped along the shore of lake of fire Dumped along the shore of Lake of Fire Dumped along the shore of Lake of Fire Dumped along the shore of Lake of Fire So you've been left in chains to rot away in your own stinking rest You'll hang till death in your own entrails What you're gonna do, peasants with nukes But death you'll see shall make us free

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 23, 2025

A flash like the birth of a sun A pillar of virgin fire Now glowing a ruby cloud The finger of death reaching higher Radiant dust a chimney rise Desert floor dissolved wide ablaze Golden plum against the midnight sky Burning eyes in death clouds ashgrey face I have harnessed the stars Now unleashed upon the earth I am become death The Destroyer of Worlds Encased in lead and steel The end and infinity The eight moon the sixth day the year death The heatwave to grasp and consume your last breath Brought high on R marked silver wing Afar in cold thin morning air Below as the day begins The burning eyes in deaths face greedily stares I have harnessed the stars Now unleashed upon the earth I am become death The Destroyer of Worlds

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025

When I'm gone and my time had come to shut these eyes of mine No stones must be erected I will leave but ash behind Tell no tales about me when you gather around your fire I'll be one with mother earth not dining in no hall up high I have no master I swear no oath The gods may pass me by I steer the horse I choose to mount When the storm draws near and the blood rain from the sky One life hardly a notch made in the bark of tree of time One death hardly a drop of blood on the reapers shiny scythe I take not a thing with me where I will go on the day I die When my star has ceased to shine, but in a shallow hole I'll lie I'll lie Nobody died for my sins No faith tied to my name The path I choose to walk is mine When the clouds turn red and the horizon as in flames My blood my heart my soul my hands my feet My hair and eyes my head my lips and teeth My arms my legs my cock my choice and life My lungs, my tongue, my mind till the day I die

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Blood Blood Blood Vultures soaring high above me waiting to descend To sink their claws into my fucking flesh and to rip myself apart Leeches slimy creatures drain me bone dry and leave me to die On my knees and sliced to pieces badly beaten cut and bleeding It's not for you that I'm bleeding It's not for you that I'm bleeding It's not for you that I'm bleeding It's not for you it's not for you that I bleed Swollen the vein your pleasure my pain The blade to the skin and the sapping begins So powerful red and soon I'll be dead The smell makes you high and blood is life Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin' Break my fucking bones and squeeze my head you want me dead Crush my fingers tear my flesh leave me laying waiting for death Parasiting vermin biting ugly features faceless creatures Rob me of my very soul and try to push me down your hole It's not for you that I'm bleeding It's not for you that I'm bleeding It's not for you that I'm bleeding It's not for you it's not for you that I bleed Swollen the vein your pleasure my pain The blade to the skin and the sapping begins So powerful red and soon I'll be dead The smell makes you high and blood is life Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin' Blood

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

Death once walked this relic land He came while all would sleep Death held up his bony hand And with it death did sweep Across all land and water With one gesture he did take The lives of all man woman child And deafening silence followed in his wake Like stub before a shiny blade All man fell by his scythe Once the fever got you in its grasp There is but one more day left of your life Black Death Pestilence Black Death Pestilence The Lord has all forsaken All must cleanse themselves from sin Then rid oneself from lust And take the holy spirit in To redeem your pity selves You all must flog your filth away With nightfall cometh the shadows Gather all the children of the Lord and pray The shadow heavy upon this land And still the stale air sway In great numbers all around The fallen lie as they fell to rot away Black Death Pestilence Black Death Pestilence

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025

Augsburg eagle 109 Mottled battle dress Lifting-off climbing up high Der schwarm lined up abreast Cutting through the ice cold air On wings burdened with fuel and led I'll fly and fight my rest will come At wars end or when I am dead The word Frei Jagd is given Arm your guns and set the trim Watch out for the escort Now let the hunt begin Where eagles fly eternal sky The battlefield up high Twist and strike my mount of knights My faithful Augsburg eagle 109 White contrails across the sky Target sighted 2'o clock high Steadily on giant wings in a box formation Now the killing begins I commence a run-in from astern Six barrel's of mind sound Trailing smoke the bomber tuble Spinning nose down first towards the ground Out of ammunition Low on fuel I break away To whell down refuel and rearm To intercept their second wave Hanging by your prop I climb Again in the sky Way above those blooded fields My faithful Augsburg eagle 109

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Wright cyclone thunder coming closer mid day time From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet down below Still the fires from last nights attack among the rubble glows Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive As the mighty eight approaches high up in the sky Death from Above From the bellies of the flying fortresses in olive drab Hells fire pouring down upon the earth Incendiary high explosives falling through the sky To detonate at ground level to enflame to kill to burn Bombs away heading west 452 Group returns to base All land below engulfed in smoke the city is ablaze Death from Above Again at night the roar of engines in the dark above The Merlin rumble now 514 Squadron has arrived With bellies full of death and bomb doors open wide To destroy what 542 Group may have left behind The pathfinders unloads a colour full veil glow so bright And the rubble city down below burn throughout the night Death from Above

Waxed up, shining fat and clean Double big shot pipes from hell Air cleaner cover gleam A vibe you can not buy or sell The sparks ignite the oxygen and fuel blend Gentle right-hand turn Listen to the sound of thunder Al 666 cubic inches burn Fringes leather pistons throbbing Mighty thunder now unleashed The pipes begin to glow still I'm too slow I throttle-up my beast I'm freeway mad I'm speedfreak glad I smile against the wind I fly A shooting star the road is far I ride to live and I live to ride

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 23, 2025

Youngsters prostitute themselves It's all part of the game Walking up and down the pavements That bears both stars and names Automatic fire Sacred amendment guarantees To kill or be killed is your own business So fire as you please Liberty & Justice Crack the substitute for new highs The hooker and the gunman Barely more than a fucking child And up the fucking hills Silicon mummies by their pools Sips their fucking drinks And smile over their preserved youths Liberty & Justice I pledge allegiance in god we trust Down the hood and up wall street From the church and trough the school rooms The deceive is but complete Mr. Smith and family sits still And pray over their fucking apple pie And down the ghetto the law enforcement Accidentally guns down another child Liberty & Justice

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

Industrialised abortions The organs lined up on the shelves Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace With your pitiful fucking selves So full of nothing behind the closed doors Of your very own misery You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure Watching humiliation TV You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords Useful a cog in the moneymachine Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry That's why you Kill Why you want to Kill Why you should Kill And so you Kill Beauty pageants for the five year old Pay-per-view Christ for your souls The lottery of mammon will provide for you When you are back broken useless and old But once you are dead and they'll showed You into the forgiving flames They'll refer to you only by a social security number And not your name Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside And continue to timely pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies That's why you Kill Why you want to Kill Why you should Kill And so you Kill

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025

[1st period] Shiny ice intensive eyes it's play-off time again Chew that gum and clutch that stick it's down to one last game Three times twenty minutes full of blood and sweat and pain Two teams left to battle and only one cup to claim Wrestling in the crease score denied the period is coming to an end Touch our goalie one more time and I swear you'll never rise again First intermission [2nd period] Highstick you right between the eyes you yank me in the face It's kill or be killed them or us keep up the pace Your legs all numb you gasp for air and still the game is tied Get those laced up stinkfeet movin' you're sure you're gonna die If so far you think this was as close you've been to hell I suggest you better wait 'til the third period to tell Second intermission [3rd period] Pass you 'long the boards 667 on my back Better close those pads or I will rearrange your crack Loose puck in the mid zone and I'm crossing the red line Shot deflected and it looks like overtime I'll mash you 'gainst the plexi the end zone will be your grave Try now to rise you bastard your blood warm on my blades Third intermission OT Hammered to the ice Defeat is in your eyes Out of blood and no more breath This is sudden death

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore, Maryland Hollywood bound in 1983 Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins Robin D Waters impersonator of the homed one Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided youths Community of misfits surrogate family Drugs and mindgames at St. Griffith Park Observatory He had made his choice, Patricia was the one He took her by her hand and led her down His private hell, caught in his command Patricia Lutz took death by its cold hand She would give him a son, the child of Satan She now had shaved her young head clean His offspring growing for each day In the womb of Patricia his darkness queen Angel dusted flashed-out wedding Midnight hour, black magic shop One hundred black candles lit By his hand the hour glass would stop Psycho power, thought control At day time waitress down the coffee place The letters home but millions of riddles At night time she'd prostitute herself Acid hell more money craves The hold up fails, the misfits flee Refuse to be their federate slaves It's time to fulfill their destiny St. Griffith Park Observatory Midnight hour, a psycho's last stand The world is for fools and hell is awaiting A shiny .38 in a fragile woman's hand Just one shot, it's all so easy All will be well just aim at the head Look into the eyes, the eyes of each other Just press that trigger and you're dead Six years would pass, a Sunday came Sun bleached skulls laid to rest Patricia White Bones

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

Finally the purifying storm First we shall die then be reborn So flock the banner of The Return now fight and die Many head serpent is here at our side Wagnerian end, the grand finale is here Awash with red blood rebirth is near Feel wind of Mayhem against your face Bugle divine can be heard throughout space If in the heat of battle you will have doubt Just kill them all and let their god sort them out The tales of this day will replace tomorrows weep For when thou wind doth saw then storm thou shall reap On the final day The angel heart lies cold Under the Sign And crimson still the frozen Blood on Ice Drawn on walls in blood of goats the Octagon The vagrant souls will chant the Requiem until the Twilight is long gone Suck the leaves of otherness and lie down with the facces goddess Eat from her rotten flesh there is no life before death Now the sky is crimson with the blood of angels Kneel before the voice, face the anger of god Day of Wrath

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025