Franckensteina Strataemontanus
Once upon a golden day Of flutter and laughter And warm sunshine rays frolicking in forests In the afternoon glow His hands playfully sifting through sand Here in German woodland Soon, innocence grew terribly ill His gaze showing traces of parasitic ill will The start of a tale that is about to unfold Singing of woe, of rot and of mould
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Little white coffin lowered into the ground Parents screaming, desperate - profound The clock struck twelve and the family went home Little did they know what horrors were about to come Days of sorrow passed by Tears outweighing stone Feeling all alone Their beloved son, now cold - bound underground There is no day without grief; Death! You remorseless thief! Bring back our son! Countless thoughts and prayers only met by more nightmares! All defied in denial of Death... He comes back in their dreams at night To wake them, reminding that he died Black cats scratching at the white memorial plaque Their howling increasingly echoes forth and back Coffin-flies dig in and worms voraciously devour A crack of lightning striking into the chapel’s tower Thumping, throbbing, pounding, sounding from inside That which should be dead slipped away this very night In disarray and ruin his little grave was found As if he crept out of a blanket made of burial ground It was an unreal sight How the boy walked back home that night Risen from a sepulchral abyss Dragging forth in rigor mortis Mother kneeled in disbelief For she could not conceive The return of her son Her grief undone Her nightmare had just begun... Liquid brains oozing from his nose Hatching vermin worming through his head Draped in filthy graveyard clothes Scourged ghoul, undead! Scourged ghoul, undead! Scourged ghoul, undead! It was a sickening scene Mother uttered one more scream She was thirstily bitten in the neck Her blood absorbed in rotten crud Tears bathed her eyes in utter grief Her heart collapsed in disbelief From the womb to the tomb and back again Once a son of light now a creature in the night Grunting, moaning, groaning and gnawing off her face Eaten alive in her dear son's embrace Liquid brains oozing from his nose Hatching vermin worming through his head Draped in filthy graveyard clothes Scourged ghoul, undead! Liquid brains oozing from his nose Hatching vermin worming through his head Draped in filthy graveyard clothes The return of the dead
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Galvanism and alchemy, science to some, witchery to others Wine will come from water and gold from stone Concocting potions from animal flesh and bone The perfume of death is my sweetest cologne Franckensteina Strataemontanus Franckensteina Strataemontanus Franckensteina Strataemontanus Franckensteina Strataemontanus “I made him with these hands” “He’s just resting, waiting… for a new life to come” “Oh, in the name of God, now I know how it feels to be God. I am God!” Death-magic and forbidden sorcery Into the occult and science became necromancy A pact with Mephistopheles My stirring in the dark Echoed throughout the abyss “I am God, I am God, I am God...” “I am God, I am God, I am God...” “Oh, in the name of God, now I know how it feels to be God. I am God!” “Oh, in the name of God, now I know how it feels to be God. I am God!“ Franckensteina Strataemontanus Franckensteina Strataemontanus Franckensteina Strataemontanus Franckensteina Strataemontanus
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Clothed in drapes worn by those from the grave The head of the corpse pointing towards the rising sun The scent of mandrake, hemlock and opium Reciting incantations, the ceremony has begun Anatomy, exploring the flesh of the human body Alchemy, the quest for transmutation and immortality I can hear the howling of wolves, the hissing of snakes As I call upon forbidden gods, shadows twist in demonic shapes I made a pact in exchange for a soul I killed six times to pay the devil’s toll Two arms, torso, two legs and a head The monster was built just like the devil said Scientist, physician, sorcerer, magician Raising the dead was always my ambition Built from the body parts of the victims I killed A soul given by Satan, more blood shall be spilled I made a pact in exchange for a soul I killed six times to pay the devil’s toll Two arms, a torso, two legs and a head. The monster was built just like the devil said Alle meine Experimente sind misslungen seit der Entdeckung der schwarze Kunst Inject the bone oil. Pull the lever. Live! Live! It twitched!... It’s alive! Prometheus arise! My son, breathe open your black eyes. It’s alive Prometheus arise! My son, breathe and open your black eyes. It’s alive I made a pact in exchange for a soul I killed six times to pay the devil’s toll Two arms, torso, two legs and a head My monster is alive, risen from the dead
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
The pale moon lit a ragged passage ahead Through crepuscular forests a creature fled The scattered caws of pitch black crows Their eyes reflecting jagged lightning as loud thunder roars I creep through shadows of skeletal trees With a heavy heart I defy all elements Alas! This rueful being has fallen astray I'm torn by vengeance but I want to turn away Rogue! Rogue! Wretched Rogue! What have you done? What havoc did you bring upon? Master! See the creature I've become Monster to many, friend to none I have been hiding here since that tragic day Seen as a miserable wraith, they chased me away A being so cursed, yet torn and immersed; in flesh not my own - all alone! From rotten parts accrued Sewn for solitude Abandoned - rejected Spat out - abused - neglected I will have revenge! For you have created me! The spark of my inception is the flame of your destruction You will crawl to your downfall Rogue! Rogue! Wretched Rogue! What have I done? What havoc did I bring upon? Master! See the creature I have become Monster to many, friend to none Master!
I slept amongst the dead, ate the flesh of dogs and black leavened bread I pronounce the three unclean names carved in bone, to consult this mantic head Sorcery as a divinatory tool, to find that stone all philosophers seek A black shadow ascends, possessing its vessel and so the skull begins to speak Conjuration Craniomancy Divination Skull necromancy It keeps me from sleep in the middle of the night Its weary grave voice mutters, wails and sings Moaning, whining, whispering, teeth-grinding Preaching evil and the pleasure it brings Into the occult My breakthrough Dippel’s oil Prussian blue Alchemy Grave robbery Soul-transference Necromancy Consulting the skull night after night from the rising moon till the morning turns bright Tell me how to lift the veil separating life from death so I can steal the holy grail Skull with a forked tongue Skull with a forked tongue The Flesh of hyenas that have fed on the dead The foam from the muzzles of rabid dogs Uncommon herbs, bone powder and the skin of snakes Distilled in a mixture of oil and human blood Elixer vitae! Into the occult My breakthrough Dippel’s oil Prussian blue Alchemy Grave robbery Soul-transference Necromancy Formulated step by step I’ve created the elixir of life My spirit now scarred and mangled A price paid with my own demise My flesh rots away, I ask myself why? For I shall live forever, yet all I want is to die Forever in decay, my flesh rots away
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
In sunset's saddening glory Shrouded in agony A being at a loss A man and his cause, so maddening It became his cross My old mangled soul Prowls its walls My flesh forlorn I'm but a ghoul Abiding the cruel I yearn for redemption, my salvation I drank from the promise of a life eternal Yet the rotting of my flesh spills into irony My being is now doomed to witness The decay of my corpse Still bound to my form I keep lurking for a new life to come My old mangled soul Prowls its walls My flesh forlorn I'm but a ghoul Abiding the cruel I yearn for redemption, my salvation, reincarnation Like a conscious parasite I roam Lost, confined by the margins of life Here in German woodland I wait for innocent blood to arrive
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
A cockroach’s decapitated head lives on for days I’m intrigued and inspired by nature and its ways Experimenting on insects, birds, dogs and rats The subjects die instantly after severing their head In the arts of life man invents nothing But in the arts of death he outdoes nature herself A leg of a dissected spider still contracts This resurrects the idea of an experiment on human legs A limb sawed off and stolen from the local cemetery Contracting muscles quiver through electricity Frederick II, Holy Roman Emperor Knew exactly what to do with his prisoners Sealed in a wooden barrel with single hole Observing time of death and departing of the soul Two prisoners are invited for dinner at the same time One is sent out hunting, the other ordered to sleep for a while Both men disemboweled, compared with fascinated eyes On the contents of their stomachs and the effects of sleep and exercise Frederick II, Holy Roman Emperor A man with a taste for scientific horror The quest for the primal language of mankind An experiment designed by a dark sadistic mind Infants bred to be raised like Adam and Eve To be bathed and fed by mutes, words never spoken All their lives concealed from love, care and speech Psychotic savages all ending up broken
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025