Like Sheep Led to Slaughter
Unto the lost, of contagious hunger and broken hope infested, will come malevolent men. Hands outreaching, of black hearts hidden And vampyric lust sheathed in good will. They will be known as false shepherds and they will lead us, like sheep, into slaughter.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Wake up from utopian artifice long way the glass houses break Art of war Wields words as weapons long may the glass houses break long may the glass houses Break! We bear scars of the chaos of wealthy lies we occupy A beggar's life in priveledged eyes Distastrous vultures of gluttonous egos give deadly silence to the Burning ghettos Wake up from utopian artifice Long may the glass houses break Art Of war wields wards to break break break! Wealthy, cultivated thieves breed futures of uncertainty power lusts for empowered trysts We're their sacrificial lambs The reap us to sow seeds of Affluence We're their sacrificial scabs Watch Out! There's fire in the Hearts of the unsung Long may the glass houses Break! Long may the glass houses break! Angels Of the bottomless pit nurture one downfall our downfall.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
He's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon. Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer all over again. He's becoming a weapon, A flesh and bone knife. He's been taught to conquer and kill. A prefect Student with an animalistic will. His body's a weapon, A weapon of war. He leaves his mark,and it's deep from his insides. It's like she's the raw meat, and he's drawing the flies, He's not the only one, the mindset multiplies, the mindset Multiplies. Like little soldiers with orders from the hive, like a modern primitive tribe. Animus primitized in the jungle of life. Human but hubris perverted by the hive. Societal sickness only pigues curiosity, Goes without scrutiny, Becomes inherited Victimology history. Heart grows Cold as stone. Sharpens the soul, Works over flesh and bone, till it's tough and unbreakable and all softness is gone. He takes something away, she's dead alive. Afraid to look his own inevitable death in the eye, a beast comes to life! in her blood he's baptised by this soul sex genocide; the thrill is in the taking. He's an invader, his body's a weapon, He's going to pillage the flesh frontier. Gonna stab jab invade penetrate degrade chop slice dice victimize crack gash stab tear hack till the meat is off the hook... Warm blood won't wash away a dirty shame. Split open veins, still won't sweeten a sour hate. Can you hear them screaming..... He's in too deep, he's in too deep, She's dead alive. Headless torso, arms and legs; their ghosts still remain, lifegiving wombs,birthing his pain.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two. Spat forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the womb. I live like this in stillborn life. I shed my skin and blood and vein, still i couldn't find my way home again. So climb inside and rot here for a while. Outside I can hear this dying world screaming. Displaced from my earthly home, like the corpse from the tomb. So climb inside and rot here for a while. This pain I own, A gift in return for a taking, a wounding, a breaking. This is our childhood's end. Can't remember when it all began. I want to burn the masters and the slaves and those who pray that I'll repent and be like them. A gift in return for a taking, a wounding, a breaking. This is our childhood's end. Can't remember when it all began. I want to burn the masters and the slaves and those who pray that i'll repent and be like them. I'm in exile. I'm in exile. Eternally bleeding, but not broken. The price I pay for vision, I'm not broken. After all, what can one see with blind open eyes. I'm in exile. Eaten the dirt from my own grave. Chosen to be a certain slave. Now in this way I die. Yet I am more alive. Yet I am more alive, I'm in exile.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
I have come to accept myself. But I still reject all the shit you stuffed in my mouth. Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a cage. So go on and bury me,like I was never here,never part of history. Deny the crimes committed in my name. Mutilate my cunt, errect a dick in it's place. You have come inside of me, bloodied and vicitimized my matrilinear history. Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a Cage. The Culture now yours, A man and his whores, subjugating our dreams, armageddon phallusies. Blowing your whistle and shooting your load, propagating illusions, enforcing control. Hoping i'd quietly dissolve into history. Disciples of Aristole, Pretend you're all powerful. Cold, rich and impotent, Vampyric. They'll kill you in the end, If not in body then in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Painting pictures of history, with a self-rightous sense of artistry, all distorted and Exclusionary. Not at all visionary. They'll kill you in the end. If not in body then in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Feeding off the lost. No minds of their own. Breeding us to follow and be devoured. One day your life bleeding kingdom will fall,and i'll be there laughing saying" I told you so". So burn all the witches and black out your lies. I'll uncover your secrets, one at a time. These bones are an army. They Carry me to face my enemy.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,Salivating for the taste of our rotten failure. Brutality of flesh and bone Making enemies where there were none Gangs of God are on the move To bleed the slain in shallow tombs you can be my cradle and I your grave Captivated, we fall to meet our fate Between layers of coma and death in fields of blood it's a sightless, soundless, muted sense of touch This broken world is spiritless and homeless, burning in the wreckage of its own damn coldness... Brutality of flesh and bone Making enemies where there were none Gangs of hate are on the move To Bleed the slain in shallow tombs We exist in the crack of life and death struggle in between betrayal and the end... Grasping dry Lifeless earthen Decomposition Run and hide your flesh is no haven from suffocation Blood Burden knows no bounds Dig deep to skeletons in the ground Blood Burden knows no bounds.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Crawling like a rat, scraping eyes out along the way. Trying to be the first one to the end of the maze. You'll always be a beggar, a waste. so fucking worthless, go crawl away. you're just a rat in a maze. Masters and slaves, pawns in a game, Marching in a funeral parade of the Master's design, Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and Queen deadlocked in place, entwined, dumb and blind, Obey. So multiply. One lives another dies. We're all the same in our lives, chains on our legs, wounds in our Minds; Led by pied pipers. Obey- Devolving in Place, Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with blind open eyes. Obey. Crawl into a deeper hole, Drown in the hopelessness of it all. Following the path never knowing where it goes and die. Masters and Slaves, Pawns in a game, Marching in a funeral parade of the Masters design, Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and Queen deadlocked in place, entwined, dumb and blind, Obey. You'll never get to the end of the maze. Can't even see that you're part of a big parade of blind-open eyed rats, squawking and dazed, All pawns in the Masters game. Obey- Devolving in place, Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with blind open eyes, Obey...Disease is in you, breeding through you. So multiply and alone die. Swollen and silent as a grave. Scuttle, scurry for the maze, lost in the labyrinth of the mind. We kill we hate we all die alone We steal we rape we all die alone compassionless deserts We all die alone We seal our fate We all die alone
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Crawling like a rat, scraping eyes out along the way. Trying to be the first one to the end of the maze. You'll always be a beggar, a waste. so fucking worthless, go crawl away. you're just a rat in a maze. Masters and slaves, pawns in a game, Marching in a funeral parade of the Master's design, Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and Queen deadlocked in place, entwined, dumb and blind, Obey. So multiply. One lives another dies. We're all the same in our lives, chains on our legs, wounds in our Minds; Led by pied pipers. Obey- Devolving in Place, Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with blind open eyes. Obey. Crawl into a deeper hole, Drown in the hopelessness of it all. Following the path never knowing where it goes and die. Masters and Slaves, Pawns in a game, Marching in a funeral parade of the Masters design, Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and Queen deadlocked in place, entwined, dumb and blind, Obey. You'll never get to the end of the maze. Can't even see that you're part of a big parade of blind-open eyed rats, squawking and dazed, All pawns in the Masters game. Obey- Devolving in place, Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with blind open eyes, Obey...Disease is in you, breeding through you. So multiply and alone die. Swollen and silent as a grave. Scuttle, scurry for the maze, lost in the labyrinth of the mind. We kill we hate we all die alone We steal we rape we all die alone compassionless deserts We all die alone We seal our fate We all die alone
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
I'm on the move again through fire and ash. I'll burn myself down, then be born again. I remember the coldness of being alive. I want you to feel my burning death. it's COLD raw head and bloody bones COLD when the chaos comes COLD being lost in this skin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Stuck in this skin I am trapped in a prison... this is the pulse of a body rejecting itself. Revolutionized, Overthrown from the inside out. There's a burning heat traveling thru me. Shivers up my spine like a fevered serpentine. I'm high... I'm high... Feels like i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Stuck in this skin I am trapped in a prison. Force to shed my skin, i'll peel away till there's blood and vein and ruptured skin. So low beneath the sky, Buried within myself, Underneath A silent disease that kills the life in me. Alive, it buries me. Again and again, I pick up my pieces into one. I wash my wounds clean with my own blood. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Stuck in this skin, I'm becoming.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending. Twisting our minds, loosening spines. Ringleaders are breeding us their minions. Sucking in prey to soft dark folds of Manipulation, Transformation. It's calculated controled. it's infestation of the soul. Reshaping innocence in rage, bodies devoured by hate. Cruel world order. In malignant image we grow, Distrusting our minds with blind open eyes. Despots thinking themselves artists, but truly are deconstructionist architects. it*s calculated controled. it's infestation of the soul. Reshaping innocence in rage, bodies devoured by hate. Cruel world order. Hard heavy handed, Applied force of pressure. I feel it I feel it. Bold dividing lines, Protect the chosen within. I hate it I hate it. Devour the people who have no power. As long as someone leads you follow, like a herd of sheep being led to the slaughter cold blooded eyes, A habit of lying. I get it i get it. Words Of Damnations, Deciding my future. I fuck it I fuck it. Devour the people who have no power. As long as someone leads you follow, Like a herd of sheep being led to the slaughter.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
I see shadows following me, Tripping on the edge of my dreams. Hanging on my fractured Reality. Suck Sucking me into cold death finality. I see vespers slither on my bed edge, waiting to dive into the darkness in my head. Seducing, but I'm not giving in. Fuck fucking me into raw lung dried capillary death. And all the while, my life passed before me. The angel of death stared at me laughing. I'll summon the fires within me, to fight to survive this tick tock time bomb of a body. This breath is a fresh breath, And i'll use it to fight the doctors of death, this breath is a fresh breath. I'd like to burn till I'm skeletonized.. starve off all these parasites... a missle for security, A chemical for longevity, i've got no air to breathe.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 18, 2026