Old Star

I muffle your inner choir Rehearsing twisted screams Level the jesters dream Numbening your live wire Click your shit boots together We are not in hell anymore In the land of the blind The one eyed man is dead Stew hack disagree Brew the divine sweat Eat the forest alive (you) unman Pollute the entrails Click your shit boots together We are not in hell anymore In the land of the blind The one eyed man is dead

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Der, Ved evighetens Utkikkspost The old star dies for us all An equator of tragedy Stick out your fistfuls of hope And out there in the fringes The caravans are going in loops Oblivious to the old star while atlas cringes Juggle your fears in the shadows of altars to (the) diminishing beacon No need to circle those wagons, even The fingerless marble play ensues And out there in the fringes The caravans are going in loop Oblivious to the old star While atlas cringes Paying for forests you separated Atoning for hiding the rivers Mankind dies In a shroud of introvert mumbling

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Half-hearted black-hearted rams Interstellar fugitives Doing their bit for the universal dam Coined is the black metal prairie Sharing your weapons Will it lead to its dullness Will you buy better (ones)? Will they be forlorn? Will you need a receipt, bounty hunter? Your trade eventually took you to Swiss alps Carefree void of everything, then might High watcher; inner fear of scalping edges This and these Tear jerking calamities Stuffed tightly with earth-like fears Solemn shit no one hears Prairie (seems like) a good choice now The crimson sky is the limit Although chances ahead are scarce The racket is rigged as you die

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Too old to wring the secret from the master The well you encountered as a child Merely acknowledging the beacon now And now you are not well any longer So this is the pact of the gloat Double hell for all All to repair and one to watch No freedom in these domains Hail the satan Sinister duke of gloat Wrap up the wretched fates Intriguing eternal laughter Encyclopedias Of endless futile life toils Shrapnel wounds From shattered inner gargoyles So this is the pact of the gloat Brave beating hearts, But All must repair while one beholds No freedom in these domains

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

The key is inside the wall Every wall. Every way Every minute. You don't understand Dying reveals the wish Wishing is the beyond A seance is beyond Talk to the four keys Lock yourself in Confused isolation heroics Chilled concern fragments Morbid kaleidoscope draws you in Stigmata of satan pulls you out Downbeaten souls, bowed heads Competance of guardians impotent Glorious idiots of the flesh Stake out the danger in our heads Walk free but mind your fingers Thought you would fly away with satan Fingers able. Just stumps now The key is inside the wall

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025