Dance and Laugh Amongst the Rotten
This track is instrumental.
A blackness comes forth, thick clouds from the North A serene cemetery atmosphere Transforms into one of melancholy and drear The wretched remaining seek shelter ahead Huddled together, shedding tears for the dead And 'midst the silence before that storm The beginning of this peculiar tale is born Ravished by infernal winds, hail and rain A storm surge generated by a deadly hurricane Caskets plucked like feathers and swept into the sea Into a maritime eternity Charles Francis Coghlan, born in Paris, 1842 A remarkable actor awaiting his breakthrough Charles Francis Coghlan moved from Ireland to the United States of America. His charisma would put a spell on you Talented, handsome and eccentric A rising star... reaching far Rough waves carrying caskets towards another destiny And most of them sink into the cold blackness of the sea Yet one coffin keeps floating steadily Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far... Charles Francis Coghlan, rising star, reaching far... in death Breath-taking was his play, expressing joy, fear, sorrow and rage He collapsed to the floor And when his applause died down, he truly died on stage Charles was no more Day and night dancing and swaying along with the tide Crushing rogue waves pounding the box of death until it’s out of Sight Until there's no more light Corroded by maritime salts Submerged into the ocean's cold Sinking away from the circling sharks Pulled down into the dark Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star, reaching far Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star, reaching far... in death. Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star... reaching far... Charles Francis Coghlan - rising star... reaching far in death Taken by the wave from its Texan grave Coghlan’s coffin drifted like a ghost along the American coast Until 7 years later, after the storm had abated The casket was found washed ashore on Canadian ground We are artists for life until the last drop has been shed and true artists will always perform until their very last breath even within the cold and timeless theatres of death
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Once upon a time, back when the Devil had a temper For he was repulsed by love for as long as he could remember. He knew of a bond, that flamed fiercer than fire. Husband and wife he ached to see burned at the pyre So he summoned a witch before his black throne Demanded their bond corrupted by this wise crone The smirking old Witch was instantly sold, by his promise of rewards both in flesh and gold. In de naam van de duivel And so the witch set forth on her insidious quest Stalking the house of the blessed, Kisses at sunrise leaving for work; A sign for the witch to approach the house with that same evil smirk “I came to warn you immediately Of misfortune and adultery In my dark prophetic dreams I saw you” She opened the door for the devil’s whore Who was disguised as an old lady, kind and wise In de naam van de duivel! “Your husband shall leave you forever Do as I say and you will stay together While your love is asleep, cut off a lock of his hair Bring it to me and I'll cast a spell to prevent your despair” And so the witch twists her tongue, reversing the tale She told her husband before to be on his guard “During night when the owls are still and the moon looks pale Your wife will stab you with a knife in the heart!” Those twisted words, poisonous like a snake He could not believe, but still they kept him awake So he lies there awake, in the dark of the night When a flicker of steel catches his sight! Overwhelmed by pure rage and disbelief He tears the knife from her hand and slits her throat in his grief In de naam van de duivel In de naam van de duivel At ease on his throne and pleased with his whore For hell is free of love once more In de naam van de duivel For hell is free of love once more
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
PITCH BLACK BOX DEATH UNLOCKS CONSUME US ALL FEED ON OUR SOULS A black cursed casket Carved from wood, by the devil’s hand Filled with relics Left by the dead, this box is damned “Thou shalt not open” Engraved in blood above the lock Yet countless mortals Have heard the dead, from inside, knock PITCH BLACK BOX DEATH UNLOCKS CONSUME US ALL FEED ON OUR SOULS I thrust the skeletal key inside Turn six times left, then three times right Oh pitch black box, show me what you hide And grant me the treasures from beyond the light PITCH BLACK BOX DEATH UNLOCKS CONSUME US ALL FEED ON OUR SOULS PITCH BLACK BOX DEATH UNLOCKS CONSUME US ALL FEED ON THEIR SOULS
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Followed by footsteps, whispers, scratching and faint voices Startled by slamming doors, knocking and otherworldly noises I can sense that something's wrong, a feeling of being watched There’s no soul here but me and this witchery I can smell the scent of death, the feeling of being touched. This is my home and I am not alone White noise, black shapes dance in the corners of my eyes. Flickering lights and electronic equipment And the perfume of decay attracts the flies Haunted All senses increased and intensified The shadows twitch and distort, I’m weak and terrified I doubt I’m insane yet something’s calling my name From the crevices and corners tonight “No one seems to believe my story, not friends nor family They think I’m fucking crazy” I don't enjoy this life as before I never leave this house anymore Scratches, bruises and cuts mark my skin My own self now a monument to unspeakable sin That which haunted me has taken control Corrupted my senses and poisoned my soul No foul medication or feeble priest My god is silenced, my possession’s complete Breached by evil My body now possessed by a malevolent source Breached by evil My body now possessed by a demonic force Breached by evil My soul ripped apart in a torturous place Breached by evil A black hellraising angel, wearing my face
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Scrambling for matches Determined to burn it to ashes She threw the Ouija board to the flames and kneeled to pray “I wish I never ever -ever- listened to my friends Who had said it would be fun to play Now the one that follows me A predator, and me its new prey” Cloaked by a shroud of darkness Resurrecting forces she could never ever understand That seemingly innocent game, now chanting! “Charlie - Charlie's not a friend!” No sleep, no peace but - fear Forever caged in a ghostly sphere Unblessed by a violent host Possessed by a virulent ghost A visceral rumble shakes the house to its core and jagged cracks cut through walls and the floor Three times thunder strikes, a blinding bright white Shattering windows, inverting the night Between the chaos now spread throughout She desperately cries out loud: “I beg of you Charlie, release me from this" Unchain me from the depths of the abyss" No sleep, no peace but - fear Forever caged in a ghostly sphere Unblessed by a violent host Possessed by a virulent ghost One month ago, she uncovered an artefact A strange casket like an alien tesseract “Thou Shalt Not Open” inscribed in blood where it locks Yet in her ignorance she opened this pitch black box Unleashing Charlie, a force vengeful and strong Did you open the box before hearing this song?
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025