Metazoa

A million shells like stones in sand, The soil painted by severed hands, (Red) Locusts breed in a child's skull, A hallowed tank, rats in its hull, (All dead) Wars keep the vultures fed. Friends and foes, all extinguished: Mother Nature can't distinguish… …Between a killer and a priest. Heroes are the victor's butchers, All their rapes and all their tortures Cleansed by rains of gold and years of rot. The human god mirrors the human brain. Pray for power and material gain, So the rich die old, and the poor die shot. An armed cadaver on a fleshless horse, Father Time knows no remorse For rifts of West and East. So the scavengers feast. A martyred saint's but a jackal's meal, And for all man's pride and religious zeal Both the church and whorehouse burned. The flies, the ants, the carrion thrive, Hornets dig a ribcage hive, And the world, the world still turns. When all mankind tastes the earth, Mother Nature will give birth To another king of beasts. And still the scavengers feast.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité : Quelles belles idées! La tyrannie du peuple. He once fed the scaffold On Revolution Square, But now the crowds cackle At his skull shaved bare, At his shirt torn and bloody From the bullet in his jaw, At his hands worn and muddy From years burying the Law. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. They called him "Incorruptible," The Prince of Anarchy, But all men grow tyrannical At the reins of liberty. The guillotine is power, Its steel a despot's rage; Blood rains down in showers When democracy's a cage. The Reign of Terror Will fade into lore, With the King of Errors’ Head on the floor. Uneasy lies the head That wears the crown. He tries to speak his final words But his mouth drips off its hinge. The flesh, ravaged by the birds, Makes even soldiers cringe. On a plank his body's laid, The wood dampened by his fear; The lever's pulled, a falling blade, And all the people cheered.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The teeth of lions sown by the wind, Spurned by the salt of the Earth’s fallow and barren skin, Find fertile ground in me. Rains of red poppies Burst from the blue. Fireflies and harpies Beat their wings anew. The wine from man’s fountains Imparts courage to implore: “Gods, step down from your mountains. Fish, rise up from the shore.” For kings are few and we are legion, Flood the borders between all regions. No blood spills blue torn from its vein. All dissolves into the grain. Incite the erosion of sleeping giants So their slumber may forever last: Their lies a fading remembrance of science Past. Rise, rise, rise…kill. Seeds of revolution Sprout forests of stone. The bricks of toppled castles Build me my palace, Mortared with sweat from your brow. The crops reaped by my vassals Feed only my malice. My hearth burns with golden boughs. Sea, land, and air all fall to my glory. May the earth bear my legacy. But Time knows no human deeds, As Nature knows no caste. The winds sow forests of weeds On graves of tyrants past.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

August in Virginia, A warm brandy night in 1831, Hidden in woodlands, Seven slaves discussed the freedoms to be won. Christ’s blood on the cornfields, A benighted hand to suffocate the sun, War with the Serpent: Visions from The Book led a preacher to the gun. "Seek ye the kingdom of Heaven And all things shall be added unto you," Words from the Spirit To see Southampton County’s insurrection through. Hoisting the window The rebels burst into the sleeping master’s room. Blows from their hatchets: Each child’s bed a crimson, wooden tomb. “Was Christ not crucified?” In deadly silence the farms were sacked, Alerting no free man to the next attack. Sixty fell to their axes and their swords, The General foretelling salvation from the Lord. Recruiting warriors they freed From the ranks of the flogged, They rode through the bogs: A cavalry of stolen steeds. The wrath of the unbound, The oppressors’ constant fear, The screams of two hundred years, Piqued the ears of the white man’s hounds. Lynch mobs’ slaughters Of black sons and daughters, Blameless in this battle Butchered as cattle. The Deep South trembled at the Negro prophet’s renown Vengeful militias hunted the panicked slaves down. Captured near his cavern, Judged in Jerusalem, Turner, brimming with glory, Confessed to his story. Led to the gallows of Calvary A killer, a martyr, grinned. His deeds etched in history His body hanged and skinned.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

In the gardens perched on the sky, The ones where snakes sing lullabies, I met a man who spoke to me, A dead man hanging from a tree. He craned his neck and whispered this: "Perfection is the great abyss. Leave now lest you share my fate, A ghost dangling at heaven's gate." Why should I fear paradise? I lived free of mortal vice. So I trudged on past the sycamores And stood before the pearly doors. Through the bars I saw the fields: The stars mere cogs in ox cart wheels, The earth a pebble in a stream, But not one human to be seen. Undeterred, I gripped the latch. I pulled, but it came unattached. Despite my rage, the gates stood firm, Then grew so hot I smelled flesh burn. I ran back injured to the groves, And washed my wounds in waterfalls. As I bathed I heard the groans, Of voices wrapped in funeral pall. Count leaves dangling from a branch, Thus numbered bodies overhead: Specters moaning for another chance To escape the orchard of the dead. An empty noose caressed my neck The way my first love had. A soothing feeling on my neck To forget the good and bad. To forget the ones who hurt you, To forget the ones you hurt, To forget the hate all men accrue When their feet still touch the dirt.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I defied the Sonoran wilds, A wooden border fence to cross. I’ll feed my wife and child With the calloused hands my homeland lost. The last desert wolf has died, But I will struggle on To the North. A battered dog claws the dust And cowers to the brush as I pass. On to the American dream.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Last night, I watched the moon drink the tides 'Til a whale rose from the hole in the sea. She breathed in the clouds like an opium ride, Smiled, and devoured me. My flesh had melted when my mind awoke To feel her tail tear open the sky. Fins punctured cities, bled sulfur and smoke; I wept as the last scream died. She spat my soul onto a planet of dust. My thoughts dissolved into the grain. Whale became woman, the sun gazed with lust; He took her, and fathered the rain. From this coupling my shell grew green. Rainforests sprung from my skin and soil. Mountains spawned cells, apes & All-In-Between, And I understood. I am this mortal coil. I am this mortal coil.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Mists once dressed these dunes Like silk upon her skin, But the ocean's bare today And the tide is coming in. I watch a castle on the beach, A tower crumbling away, Mother Nature always wins The games we children play Rocks peek out from the foam; There seven seagulls stand. I slip the sandals off my feet And drop them on the sand. As I walk dust clings and falls To my dry and weary soles; The prints I leave upon the ground Like words upon a scroll. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) The water's cold at dusk, I thought as I stepped into the tide. The sea does not want me here. What could she have to hide? Our forebears looked to the horizon And claimed demons lived beyond, But I called into the distance And no deities would respond. Walk into the waves As the footprints fade away (Fade away) Oceans leave no graves All our legacies decay (Decay) Perhaps if I tread further, Past where my feet engraved My last mark upon the world, I'd find a face within the waves.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Fade into stars As god machines. With our arms We will shape the world. With this breath We become the world. In parts I lie, staring at the clouds, And listening to the vultures sing. The husk beneath this shroud Brings alms to fallow wings. Vines spring from my blood, Wheat grows of my flesh and bone. The birds descend from above To lift my body from the stone. A fair trade, my clay for a soul, So a pigeon thrives while I have passed. The mountain justly claims its toll To break the raptors’ fast. Their shrieks soothe as siren calls, Their talons dancer’s hands: Why angels don demon shawls, Is not for us to understand. I glide in feathers’ embrace, Their beaks beckoning the frost, To fly past the fog, to rise into grace And join the loved ones we had lost. The falcons roost upon the wind. I meditate until the morn, Absorbing times I’ve loved and sinned. At light I wake, a being reborn.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?