Nymphetamine

Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thou dreams silently...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 23, 2025

Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite's concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan's agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan's agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025

Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars 'neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter's eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season's unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter's eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she's all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I'm slowly taken in!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let's raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid's bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I'd met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn't white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I'd met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn't white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature's travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature's travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity's eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025

The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel's vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there's someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R'lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I'm once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season's blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it's reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it's gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it's gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it's gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

"Forgive the day's last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover's curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil's pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's on Esther's reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven's smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 23, 2025

"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven's above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025

"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025