Dead in the Dirt
EP • 2011
As I slip into death's black grip Submission into infinite My rope has tightened I'm drowning in flames My last hope lays silent And my deeds erased Cross out my name And cast my dust As I descend into my final domain Although I'm at my end I will become the screaming wind
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
Our cult our rite This last light dies From the desolate black Flies to the cross... a knife in his back In this ceremony of towering flames Bastards of the bleak, exsanguinate the weak Carve your name and haunt their mind Forever ingrained in every memory With hands clasped, we encircle To worship the darkness, we create Spill their blood, collapse their faith A reflection of your undying hate
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
I'll be branded as a pariah Cast out scapegoat ripped from the wings Cascading down in flames To the place where limits end Quarantined from delusions While another regret is fat on your plate The executioner raises his hand And the gallows grin graces another man Vain escape No cure for the work week disease One less regret One less rope around my neck What liberty exists in being the master And the slave Always against the grain Remain outnumbered
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
Two flames in the endless expanse A presence within my eternal abyss Parallel paths in nothingness A rope stretched between past and future All my moments collapse into one Suspended in my devotion Forever burning by your side Aah, aah This embrace does not stop at death
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
Grief pain emptiness despair Breathing in unison I bind myself to shadow The sum of my years to dust
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
Thrown into this filth routine Baring their teeth, hammer comes down Twist the knife, cut out their tongues Blood drains down, when hung from rungs "Can they suffer?" Chained to the fucking floor With the ravenous mouth screaming more For this is the heartlessness of men Victims of consumer convenience Your fucking lies only serve As proof of your hypocrisy A tradition built upon Pure barbarity Moral contradiction No hope for humanity With a heart able to feel pain and loneliness With mind able to understand love and fear Is this tradition worth the lives it's taken? For every life liberation
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
Ceaseless work bending me to the ground Days bled dry by the hired hounds I'm breaking my teeth Biting where I'm bound
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
The vast reach of the police Brutalized another gay man While you stand complacent on the streets I'll sever the tie to the keeper's hand The hand that keeps us snuffed out And choking at the throats Is the same that rapes and abuses And keeps us lined in rows
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
Lessons learned Paid in blood You're not human Why don't I Cut off your head and We'll call it "Negative reinforcement" If that's how you treat an animal You deserve even worse
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
Denial of choice No right or wrong love Absolute christian extermination Condemning a stranger Picketing a funeral Look in the mirror the filth is red on your hands The mouth of ignorance on the curb of the cross We stomp the truth into the deeply lost
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 12, 2026
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