Live Meer, Belgium, 20/10/91

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The swampy creatures - full of slime Green and red of human bloody innards Will raise the mangled torsos There's no hope in everlasting haze Down - this is the final settlement To the swamp - Goring the votaries of slipping mutants Is this our determination? Shrinks our horrendous magalomania Down to the swamp It's the final settlement

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Death - a world of pain lies in this world Death - is eternal sleep Death - is a silent man, But he conquers everyone Every step in life is a step towards death Nobody escapes death if he hadn't escaped life If there wouldn't be death Nobody would apreciate life Maybe one hasn't yet a name for it

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

You do so cool - you are the boss Listen to hard music - look the bloody films Laugh about catastrophes - be happy when men die Like the execution - and so the abortion Feel the horrible SCARES OF SOUL Their existence is eternal In the night you hear the owl Your shower is supermal In the night you dream - of love and safety No one talks to you - no friend, ever be alone When you arrive everywhere - others left this place So no one is here - only you in your fear THE SCARES OF SOUL forever You can't describe their existence The truth be offered never You're nobody acceptance

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

The possessed of stan are coming for church - desecration - they are baptized in BLOOD - prey to the unholy crosses - dance around magic circles infernal BLOOD flows in their veins they had to die thousands of deaths unholy crosses - evil church glowing fire - brute force BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD - faithful in god - let it rot antichrists - let them alive here we are - prey for satan's war drinking BLOOD - don't believe in god unholy crosses... unholy crosses... (Eisen 4/86)

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

March 1876 - the season of dead begun A never ending fight between human and animal The sun will raise the path Between home and horizon Whalers wife has to say good bye to their husband A feeling of loneliness and uncertainty take place Month after month - year after year The see takes its victims That's the path where the widows walk That's the way where no one talks The time is over - this season is history Bread for a year or mourning for eternity

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I'm right, you're wrong - you're weak, I'm strong your words are dotage, my mouth tells the wisdom these are the men in the white jackets at the hospital DOGMATIZE - shut up and be quiet the doctor's life - the patients death DOGMATIZE rip this arm, cut that leg - ampute this hand, open this head injection, tablettes and inhalations, the people becoming things, slaves of the medical practitioners... DOGMATIZE

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025