Depraved Goddess
This track is instrumental.
Rooms lined out in black and red - satan's colours ...and in green, the colour of the roman whores! A naked girl, stretched out - lay down on the altar! Above her body you read the bible - reverse! And sing hymns to satan! In the shine of black candles You see red blood flow Is it her'sor is it your's? Above her body you read the bible - reverse! Die, die, die...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Your euthanastic inclinations increase my request And raise it upon the last reliefable level Your euthanastic inclinations are embedded in white calla And change death into a drunken end The look back will compress the giddyness With you in a mistof reminiscences 'Cause it touches the hearth more intensly Than anything else was be Days grasp in days, years grasp in years Time is elapsing, fading, get scrace!
Three quarters of all europeans Associate with the cross high Religious ideas And around that, it gives us Fun to desecrate these Blasphemy - hate god Victory - god is rot We defy the public opinion - That amuses us We hit the prejudice from our Childhood - with our feet We destroy them - that makes Us hot! The black mass a normal person Couldn't understand, Also the sodomism and the Bestialism Blasphemy - praise of satan, to You in high heaven night Where one time you ruled in Hells night! Blasphemy - hate god Victory - god is rot
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Auf dem teiche...schwamm eine leiche Sie schwabbelte nach links, sie schabbelte nach rechts - Sie war weiblichen geschlechts. Aufgedunsen zog man sie aus dem see, Den banch aufgeschnitten, aua das tat weh. Mit scharfer klinge trennte ihr gatte Die bruste ab und hatte eine latte. Die gedarme rausgequollen sind Sie liegen da - oh wie das stinckt. Drum fand man sie kurz nach der tat, Nur die bruste waren nicht parat. Die hat er noch im kuhlschrank, Vielleicht haben die schon gefrierbrand...
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
A group of teens spent their holidays in a camp Of tents Every day they swam, played games and had Lots of fun Noparents who told them what to do No father who told his rules No school, no work - only sparetime and Freedom It's a bloody season in the summer holidays Alone in the forest - bloody season But then some of them were missed and found Dead With knifes in heart and hedge - shears in the Eyes... The remained ones ran away, but the murderer Was on every place One by one he caught them and finished their Lives It's a bloody season in the summer holidays Alone in the forest - bloody season Aaaaarghh It's a bloody season in the summer holidays Alone in the forest - bloody season
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
If man insist on externizing his true self In form of "god" then why fear his true self In fearing "god"? Why praise his true self in praying god? Why remain externalized from god in order To engage in ritual and religious ceremony in His name? Stop the lies! Stop the madness! End the curse of an epidemic agent The god you save may be yourself Rip up the bible, crush the crucifix Free yourself from conscience slavery Free yourself from christianity Beware your children of the church For nevermore shall rule on earth Who's that god - who kill our friends Who's that jesus - never help What's that priest - above our childs What's that book - full of invented lies The god you save may be yourself! Beware that shit which'll be your real hell Stop the lies! Stop the madness! End the curse of an epidemic agent
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Pray often and intense As long, almighty satan let you live! Unholy god - unholy strong god Unholy, immortal god... Have mercy with all us poor sinners And with the whole guilty mankind Give us blood of jesus chist Blood which get poored through his Crucifixion! Unholy god - unholy strong god Unholy, immortal god...
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
About your own dissatisfied You fall in war with your outer world A tremble and rage deep inside Unfold an immense meaness of nature Licentious hate cries for blood Be sparked off by your fury chairiched flesh The seed of evil thrive inside a slitting Restlessness Frightened about your own thoughts You never dreamt to think that kind of way A sudden need for destruction Torments your conscience with self reproaches Deaf to outworld, dumb to the own awareness Blind for all beauty, your life seems to be The only sin Dark conscience That resound of emotions Plagues your brain, corroding your Mind A crawling invincible violence Which you don't want to relief This suffering went to extremes Into an enraged soul terror If you can stand that fight Your conscience'll be revenged in Suicide This suffering went to extremes Into an enraged soul terror If you can stand that fight Your conscience'll be revenged in Suicide About your own dissatisfied You fall in war with your outer world A tremble and rage deep inside Unfold an immense meaness of nature Licentious hate cries for blood Be sparked off by your fury chairiched flesh The seed of evil thrive inside a slitting Restlessness
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
You fucking pacifist - go home and lick Anyones butt... You assholes - you think peace will come Over us But they'll fuck your with the barrel of a Tank... It's time to start war against all weak and False idiots Blow you away - it's showtime! Wage war - not love Fight raw - not shallow Wage war - not love You're lost in death's shallow Hear the howling of the sirens Feel the beat of the bombs Hear the grumble of the engines... Yuo are only a piece of pulverized shit
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Yes, I fucked jesus at the cross The nailed sucker, that whimpering bitch The son of mary, the whore of god Father joseph a stupid slot Come, my jesus, suck my dick Drink the sperm and eat my shit Fuck with pigs, yuo weak fary Watch me fuck with mother mary Your father joseph masturbates at the corner About his show up and dishourness Take my whips in forbidden pleasure In leather coffs, my holy treasure Shut up!you weeping piece of spew On your cross will fuck you too My beats are strong, you strat to jell Isn't it the living hell? My beats are strong, fell my pure hate I hope it'll burn out your last faith! Bastard son
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
The moon always rises When you are on the run... You're hungry for flesh in decay Armed with weapon Armed with spade and hoe Looking for a megalithic grave After dine with duke humphrey Pay homage to the corpse An opulent meal lies ahead Open the coffin Rise to the bait The person of hereulean stature A storm of paguy maggots Gets also very hungry Now you are their living food! The moon always rises When you are on the run... You're hungry for flesh in decay
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Burn their churches - burn their cross Burn their bible - burn their god Burn their children - burn their wifes Burn their fucking jesus christ Burn their pope - burn their priest Burn their prayers - burn the vatican Burn the catholics - burn the protestants Burn them to ashes - from dust they come Burn the fucking christs Burn their churches - burn their cross Burn their bible - burn their god Burn their children - burn their wifes Burn their fucking jesus christ Hail satan!
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Harter stahl aum stoß bereit Der schlussel zur vollkommenheit Ein schrei zum letzten atemzug Der abschiedsgruß der helden Die klinge hat sein herz durchbohrt Al ser seinen mann gestanden Stirbt mit erhob’nem haupt den heldentod Ist vorbid seiner mannen Stolzer blick ‘gen feindesaug’ Verlacht den sieg der gegner Aud der brust zicht er das schwert heraus Verlierer ist der sieger Sein blut fortan die erde trankt Sein haupt vorm tod jetzt niedersenkt Zum willkommensgruß der dunklen macht Die ihn rustet zur letzten schlacht… Gestant verfaulter leiber, schlachtgetos Das stoßgebet zu seinen weg Kindsgeschres – das seelenheil Schlachtgebrull – der lobgesang
I was born into a world which is build on Utopian rules and laws Written by men living in past ages …and now I ask: don’t you see… …that these laws can’t be translated to our Time! A man who’ll save us all from all evil and Disease A man who’ll heal us all from the “seven Deadly sins” The oldest story about a superman not from This world Who’ll free us from all badness to change This planet in utopia If you still believe that – go to church! Praise a story! Pray to an invention! Holy an organisation living on your money And punish with hypocrisy and blackmail!!! For them you are just an enslaved cripple Of psychological Dependency stired up by an infected society! Free your minds – stay on your way Fuck religions – don’t sell your souls Don’t fall for anyone’s line Blessed’ll be all non-believers, only have Faith in you Fuck religions! Amen!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
Hail,hail…the warmongers screams In the name of thy gods Forward into battle with the alliance of the Chaos-engine Grinding their enemies into pieces Drinking their warm blood Destroy command – they ablazed the fire Destroy command – people are in desire Hail, hail victory! Spill the blood…hail and Kill – destroy command With total power and might they ram down The walls Of the weak castles Hail, hail victory! Spill more blood… hail And fucking kill! Destroy command With total power and might they burn down The symbols of christianity Hail,hail…the warmongers screams In the name of thy gods Forward into battle with the alliance of the Chaos-engine Grinding their enemies into pieces Drinking their warm blood
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Sendi bought a farmhouse far away from Civilisation Surrounded by hills and trees A nice place for tourists, sendi’s provisions The travellers never seen again They died for sendi’s need Lye dismembered in the shelves of his new deep Freeze Laid to rest to marinate, laid to rest to eat Human entrails and bodyparts Keep in stock this freeze Downstairs the basement A sweet fekaly stench Sendi’s standing in the kitchen preparing His birthday lunch He lit his fireside Has invited all his friends What will we’ve for dinner? Two baked tits with sauce made out of fresh Menstruation blood Laid to rest to marinate, laid to rest to eat Human entrails and bodyparts Keep in stock this freeze
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Don’t pay attention to the orders of the lesser Demons When they force you to suicide They are in everyone of us and it’s in your Possession To let them out You aren’t yourself, only a might of satan! Atomic war, nuclear disease, No tomorrow, no yesterday Don’t walk towards your own grave. Don’t take a look down to hell People are born, people died To hear the sinister knell Don’t pay attention to the orders of the lesser Demons When they force you to suicide They are in everyone of us and it’s in your Possession To let them out You aren’t yourself, only a might of satan!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Go out! Hurry up! Now stand still and be quiet! Now time has come to pay the rent To pay for all deeds you’ve done against the Masterplan Begin to dig and hurry up! Dig down deeper in the burnt earth Now take your clothes off! But don’t stop diggin’ Shoot them! Shoot them! In their faces Let their brains sput all over the place Let their blood sput all over earth Which is also soaked by their excrements Bury them, bury them! I can’t stand their stench The bleeding bodies of daughters and sons Of bodies least apart by bullets Hurry up! Have no regret
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
When blackened shadows fill the streets with their Wets curses houses alive like ghosts The graves of day inckily corpses awake On their cheeks and lips glow the colours and signs Of life Behind their lids you see the eyes of death looking They raise in restless rows to forget their own death When the light died at dawn Then everything fades and burns out the glowing Of their colours During the houses became grey You see the shadow women hurry to their Burial places… Now once again they fall into an ancient Slumber ‘till the first sun beam enters the earth But the houses had become grey And you see the shadow women hurry to their Burial places…
A day of filthy weather A night of bloody rain I’m addicted to my necrophiliac lust Forest morgue is my aim The lust for crusty wounds – the lust for Rotten stench The breath of decay – I succumb to my Gloomy delusion An orgy of blood at the forest morgue An orgy of dismembered dissected bodies The choice is excellent I wet my long knife, I wet my long dick While I select my lovely corpse The lust for crusty wounds – the lust for Rotten stench The breath of decay – I succumb to my Gloomy delusion An orgy of blood at the forest morgue An orgy of dismembered dissected bodies
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025