Conceiving Hell

A king will rise inside, in mind away from light Mighty without a might... A prison made by me, my wisdom and my pride Concrete walls of air... Liar, liar, liar, liar Holding my dreadful scepter, ruling the world in shade Spoiled like a king is, a clown Servants made of clay, kneeling before my will Laughing and laughing aloud, the king This anger consumes my mind I have forgotten the human form I cover the shame with disgust Servants made of clay, kneeling before my will Laughing and laughing aloud... Shapeless, silent, perfect... Countless, talking hell... Roaring, starving, mocking... Shapeless, silent, perfect hell Trying to trick my mind, tearing my sick throat apart... Freedom lies no more, and sanity is gone away. I can't erase my nightmares, I am what I remained to believe in Every moment is getting less, every moment is getting worse Trying to trick my mind, tearing my sick throat apart to speak... An endless spin is reality, the one I was always plead for Utopia, a bliss.. An imitation of life, an excellent sharp room A cage, a crown... This scepter points the sea... This scepter repeals... This scepter moves the waters... This scepter condemns... This scepter abolish... This scepter gives forms.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Today, I stepped on my soul. I fed it with sulfur and soil. The wise one foretold correctly. Things took their place as they ought to. A red rooster brought some laughter A silly mistake is over... Thank God... Growing hate within, An offer of the pure. Shameless are my words. A tombstone on my throat. Spoken truths silent Cover the worst of lies. Growing hate within, An offer of the pure. Windmills you fool, no giants at all They are all dead now, so long deceased The great escape, went away... Growing cage within, An offer of the pure Growing rage within, An offer of the pure ...and the wind begins to fall apart Like the statues of my pride. Departures of all. Forgiveness of nothing Departures of all. ...and the empty scaffold of mine Living a wasted life ...and the prisons of a poisoned mind Leaving a wasted life. Departures of all. Forgiveness of nothing Departures of all. ...and the wind begins to recall Every single hour. Departures of all. Forgiveness of nothing. Departures of all.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The pressure of silence The air is ending, like the sand Pointless expression of life It grows inside and yes, inside is the place. I cannot erase my nightmares It's a simple joyous carnival of nothing Empty eyes Surround a thousand deaths They belong to me, they are all mine I own their septic scent Encircling countless sorrows Written in a paper made of ash and water. The eerie calmness of the defeat No use for fighting no more A battlefield... a life! Digging graves in mind Soil above my head Coffins of the silent ones Whispering curses The only way out of misery Is to embrace the perfect despair.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Corrosion of a normal mind, yelling from its normal grave... Religion of hate, and it is so glorified... Gray as an actor can be, laughing for this horrid joke. Religion of hate, and it is so glorified... Dead for a thousand years, Speaking through an empty mirror Walls can not hold the rage Of someone who lives no more Of someone who cares no more Oblivion, rage, shame, dark, mad, inhumane. Buried thoughts in the smallest box, no reason of light, no point for air, Dead for a thousand years... Marching among this wasteland... Hearing every single hour Of this pointless life I lived in shame Counting waves at a shore. Sea of vastness, holds my dirty hands Pulling under my voice Storm surrounds me, no point for fighting, maybe I'll win... Sea's my only home, I have to return, I am so welcomed... Thick as a molten land Polluting the aspects of life Gasping for air... Crawling, sinking again Breathing, covered by dust Words have lost their meaning... It's time to reveal my tragedy, my rampant sickness inside I tried to learn for life without being able to conceive it. I hate this act, I 've been assigned of I plead for the one, the one bitter end... I pay for all who see no way in life Crawling, sinking again Breathing, covered by dust Words have lost their meaning... For all who are slaves of their collapse. I taste all of the joys after all. And I'm willing for a disgraceful death.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025