Thornographic

I've never been closer, I've tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another's hand. But it's too late to hesitate, we can't keep on living like this. Leave no track, don't look back! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it's just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you'd better believe it! You've got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let's head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can't break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you'd better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can't break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you've got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it's a million to one shot. You think that you're right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it's time for a shakedown! Temptation...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 07, 2025

"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love's trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love's trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love's trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest's deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn."

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025

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