The Vulture Tones
In shackles of the aftermath Atrocities dismantled Its skin is torn the naked flesh bound And to a dreaded cancer fatally exposed The sickness welcomed blindly Like a volountary enslavement Outstretched it emerge through turmoil Its renewal sought in incubators So parted in abscence Let us harvest from decay And so its drawn to its point of breaking The bitter half surrounds as swarming pain In twitches and deep convulsions Exellence falter in a clarity denied The tainted flesh tremble through sickness Far beyond the redemption sought in incubators So parted in abscence Let us harvest from decay Herein the chaos The nails are carving deep A smuthering silence Yet its incisive and pounding Its beckon linger on As a frustrated stillborn remain Of the abhorrence within A bleak deception for the blind to feel and even see The shackles tightened, the primal painted in the essence of the humanity-disease Archetype bleed forth The denial burn as fever And without vision waking up dead in a dead world
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Painted in black it smiles towards me The forlorn hopes fiery strains impale me From sanguine skies, as wept by fallen grace Poured into the naked wounds of bitterness Blood of false serenity Blood of sacred impurity Brought unto us mere everdying Through me they burn I break these circles of dreadful pain Scorch these lost lives to never be again With scarred eyes so vapid and cold Come enrich my dwelling with your desolate sights dying sights A silent remembrance reflects within A contiguity so fierce, its bursting through my flesh Rivers of fire consume me consume me! And shed from your grieving womb the tears of falseness Bleed upon me with hate! Caress me malicious shadows Open wide you exquisite blackness And devour me in macabre passion
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
This hollow motionless body Subdued to blackened urges Is dying into addictive ache As I stand pestiferous and damned Scavengers, come feed upon the Serpent anguish of needlescars From times filthy wounds Ive drunk Through aeons of contempt in nakedness Ive died So slit me open and appease my hell Defile my desires Eviscrate me With a lamenting awes vulture tones Scavengers, come feed upon the Serpent anguish of needlescars In asseveration of that cold dark grip I leave it all behind And die in its magnificence such a bitter masquerade This hollow motionless body Subdued to blackened urges Is dying into addictive ache As I stand pestiferous and damned In deep bittersweet green I lose it all to damn this world A sacrifice of mortal coil So slit me open and appease my hell Defile my desires Eviscrate me With a lamenting awes vulture tones All boundaries torn And its dirges rot in my senses So grimly those branches sprung through my flesh Solitude infects and it burns in my chest
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Desolate are the skies that wept in pain And laid its grandeur in perennial sorrow Overflowed are the shores of this devoided mind With the blood of its lingering death Unveil thine palest thoughts? Bedeck that sordid contempt to being as it wilts With wistful yearns and tempestous lechery Be the breeze to smite this feeble vision Let the enticiment grow strong While devouring this grieving profundity Whisper still, streak my flesh with your might Gleam and blind, set ablaze your caress Show me the lust of the fallen Condemn me to your garden of sin Desires burn fierce and I with them Kiss me deep cleance me with your poisoned tounge Indulge in my immolation Taste of the tepid carnal red Senses wane, yet relentless seem this will Your licentious vigour hang as vestment upon me Blessed by its passionate thorns of mourning again bleed And in these dirges of vain Worlds of ember are drowning fast Se release me unto pestilential serenity Release me whilst lacrymose I falter Through your garden of sin! So be the quietus To scythe, the tendon of life Oh, how I long!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026