The Funeral Obsession
Dying Tired of life Nothing more to give Torment, Inflicting anguish I have no will to live Body entombs my soul Escaping through my Funeral Take my soul away Air grows thin as the cold engulf my body Sights of sadness flood my empty mind Blood runs dry as darkness stands afore me No more to live Alone with death I lie First solo: Shasdell Second solo: Ogawa
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 21, 2026
Ripping from the womb with frenzied slices Grotesque form of flesh sees the light of day Putrid corpse of mother lies stiff and lifeless Abdominal casket sets into decay Appetite for corpse must be fulfilled First eyes then hands are removed with lust A rotten dessert feeds the newborn son By dawn the bitch is reduced to dust Spawn of maternal... Cadaver
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026