Fucking Fullmoon Foundation

Das kriechende Chaos Eine endlos dichte farblose Masse Die sich nicht beschreiben lasst Das ubelriechende Aufstossen des Schopfers Das an und fur sich zu bestehen begann Das Ding Das niemand unterstellen kann Es zerstort ohne Fragen zu stellen Der Gottlose Der die Gedanken des Schopfers umstulpt Er flosst Furcht und Ekel selbst den Toten ein Schritt fur Schritt Parsek fur Parsek Atom fur Atom Von uberall Das kriechende Chaos Es kreucht nirgendher Es zerstort ohne Fragen zu stellen Edle Metalle verwandeln sich in Ton Aus dem der Schopfer nichts formen kann In einer Sekunde wird dieser Ton zu Staub Und verunreinigt den ganzen Mechanismus des Weltalls Das allmachtige Nichts dringt in jede Dimension ein Und bindet sie mit Zeit zu einem Knoten zusammen Zukunft bedeckt sich mit einem dicken Staub Vergangenheit bereitet sich nur zu ihrer Geburt vor Schritt fur Schritt Parsek fur Parsek Atom fur Atom Von uberall Das kriechende Chaos Es kreucht nirgendher Aus dem der Schopfer nichts formen kann Mit einem Gestohne Schmilzt die Sonne Um ihre Monde Beginnen Planeten sich zu drehen Sterne Verschlingen ihr Licht Leben Trieft von der Stirn des Schopfers Der Lugenfurst Wird der Konig der Wahrheit Und der Schopfer Hat keine Macht uber seine Kreaturen Die Weltordnung Hat an seiner eigenen Leiche gekreuzigt Und das grinzende Chaos Triumphiert uber jedes Molekul des Weltalls Ich bin allmachtig Ich zunde Wasser an Ich erzeuge grauhaarige Sauglinge Ich verbessere die Fehler des Schopfers

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Unholy church A black soul isn't a welcome guest in the sacred house Eternal damnation But no interdiction has power upon the spirit of dark Actuated by hate My feet leave the dirty traces Blasphemous air escapes from my lungs Venomous dust flakes from my clothes Profane thoughts rush from my mind My flesh and mind are alien to this space Godless aura My wish desecrates this sacred place The shame of god The saints in the icons are closing all-seeing eyes The candles are dying out with quiet hissing The wounds of the crucified begin festering The bells are chiming the chaotic symphony The rottenness is powerless to resist storm My will lays the house of god in ruins A new aeon is raising in fire and thunder The unholy church The church that has no walls no icons Freedom for free ones and slavery for slaves The church that makes a god from everyone Who wants to be the god without any gods Blessed are the godless ones The unholy church Blessed are the free ones The unholy church

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

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The hunger of possession It steals up invisible from beyond And pounces as swift as an arrow It tears my mind to pulsatile pieces And leaves no time to choose and think It exhausts me till heart failure And turns my sense inside out It devours me implacably from within And now we are the whole and need one another The possession brought the dark irritation with it And all the world was painted in black The dreadful void formed inside me And it excited the hunger of demonic legion The hunger that burns down all human in me And aims to shoot out into this world The mad hunger that knows no satiation And now I must gulp down all that meets my eye Possessed by callousness Possessed by lust Possessed by madness Possessed by hunger My void hunts every kind of vitality Both flesh and soul are my desired prey I need blood and fluids without any distinction One by one my victims dissolve in me The hunger that doesn't suffer from guilt Uncontrolled passion that controls me The hunger that blind and all-seeing The feeling that doesn't permit to feel anything Calm your shiver and hold out me your hand Don't be afraid of me: I'll give you the nothing The everlasting and boundless nothing There you'll have nothing to fear The mad hunger that knows no satiation We are the whole and need one another I must gulp down all that meets my eye All the world is painted in black "We'll tear your soul apart" (Pinhead from "Hellraiser")

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

In Erwartung des Blutes Blut Menschen in Schwarz Sind gelassen und gesammelt wie der Tod Die Werkzeuge des Todes Warten auf Befehl Die Seelen der zum Tode verurteilten Opfer Ersticken vor Verzweiflung Der Tod atmet uberall Er sucht nach Blut Blut muss uberall fliessen Um dem Tode eine Augenweide zu bereiten Seufzen, Gestohne und Hilferufe Sind Musik des Todes und Applaus des Schmerzes Blut Wunden wurden geschlagen Aber es ist noch zu fruh fur den Tod Lass die Opfer verbluten Und Luft sich mit Geruch des Blutes fullen Blut muss uberall fliessen Um dem Tode eine Augenweide zu bereiten Seufzen, Gestohne und Hilferufe Sind Musik des Todes und Applaus des Schmerzes Der, fur wen das Blut vergossen wurde Lasst sich seinen Namen nicht nennen Die Hande seiner Bediener Sind mit Blut besudelt ebenso wie ihre Seelen Wenn notig Uberfluten die Menschen in Schwarz Mit Blut den ganzen Planet Sie warten auf ihre Stunde Und glauben an Erhabenheit von dem Wessen Namen jeder kennt Blut

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Blind messiah The end of times Is the triumph of decadence Tired people Wait for help from the heaven With hope and entreaty They look up And the father of lights Sends his messiah to the earth Messiah must punish Unfaithful ones and favour pious ones Glory to some And disdain to other in his power But the lights of his father Blinded him Black light Has ruled the maimed celestial Messiah with a scythe in his hands Descended from the heaven by night Eternal night for the blind messiah Eternal night has set in for the waiting people Everyone is equal to the blind one In the name of god scytheman mows The human herd down The scythe falls upon people In answer to their prayers Children and murders, Priests and violators Are dying together Now the earth is empty And doesn't resound with human voices Only the mountains of corpses And bloody rivers are here The mission is completed But something has remained Heaven waits For the blind messiah with his scythe The dead won't wonder at bloody rain

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Northward of the North The glitter of snow outshines the sun Immense whiteness dazzles my eyes I'm staring before me and see blackness only The indifferent sky turns away from me Crystallized air imbibes any sound Inscrutable silence tears my eardrums I'm crying but can't hear myself The still-born echo laughs at me The feet sink in the deep snow Every step takes away my strength All-absorbing drifts suck me so lazily Deep like an abyss they won't notice me Fatigue and cold lull me to sleep Sweet dreams and promising hallucinations The slumber carries away me on and on Instinct of self-preservation forgot about me My last memory was that I came here in sleep And now I'm falling asleep in this unreal sleep Cold, cold and cold again in the great beyond And the way from this land leads only to death I could see this dreadful world Only because I came here by day The day that's lasting a billion years The day that's overfilled with the cold At night this world ceases to be a world The night without stars and polar lights The night that's lasting a billion years The night that's overfilled with the cold Every life is dying here Every pride is disgracing here Every power is weakening here More than north Every triumph is falling here Northward of the north Every glory is declining here More than north Every majesty is fading here Northward of the north Every life is dying here More than north Every pride is disgracing here Northward of the north Northward of the north

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Unter den Toten (Trauermarsch II) Unter den Toten... Unter den Toten geht es mir besser als den Lebenden

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Dance macabre Winds tear the remains of towns and cities Waters are poisoned and woods are charry All the country seems deserted and darkened Human laughter and bird-call can't be heard of any more The black death of the middle ages The nuclear winter of the modern civilization It makes no difference to the lust of death The smile of the skull always shines in the world In any time Among any kind of human beings The death Has occasion to be glad By fire or steel, by disease or hunger The death replenishes its riches In silence or in the clank of weapon The death enlarges its kingdom The splash of the bloody rivers and the stench of decay The champ of worms and the howl of hunters for carrion They announce that somewhere the death gives a ball But only the few will be glad to be a guest there People can glorify their mind or their creator But they all serve as stair-steps to the death's glory They can devise holidays and celebrations for themselves But only death will joy when all the gladness ends Only death will joy when all the gladness ends Dance macabre By fire or steel By disease or hunger The death Replenishes its riches In silence Or in the clank of weapon The death Enlarges its kingdom Dance macabre

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025