Deeds of Flesh
EP • 1995
Trapped inside A dead nightmare Buried deep Suffocation Frantically, scratching for light The oxygen is getting thin Just a matter of time Before the air runs out You're doomed Try to fight, it's what I like Suffocation It's what I like Buried by A servant of the ancient one Soil seeps through the cracks Split kneecaps, nails bent back They're broken Just a matter of time Before the air runs out You're doomed Try to fight, it's what I like Trapped inside A dead nightmare Buried deep Suffocation Frantically, scratching for light The oxygen is getting thin The air is getting, getting thin Three minute crawlspace The air is getting, getting thin Three minute crawlspace
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025
Caught committing an unspeakable act Thrown in a cell, unfed for a week Unconscious from being too weak Leaving the cell to sunlight He thinks he's free Think again, think again Human executions will now begin The crowd encourages The courts decision Gradually melted As he now realizes his fate Panic sets in Bound, tied and raised in position On a metal stake They are, they are going to burn me! BURN ME! Think again, think again Human executions will now begin The crowd encourages The courts decision Melted human remains Set the sights below Slowly being lowered to join the huge mass Puss bubbles start to form on the feet The skin starts to fall quickly Tortured, they lower him halfway Until the legs completely melt away! AWAY! Gradually Melted The tires are hot enough To even melt bone Half burned apart But still alive Intestines now dangle out Insides now start to pour Civilians stare in his eyes, laughing at his gore Melted human remains Set the sights below Slowly being lowered to join the huge mass Puss bubbles start to form on the feet The skin starts to fall quickly Tortured, they lower him halfway Until the legs completely melt away!
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
Trapped, violently caught in a land Of morbid sights Where the warfare is entity Expendable soldiers Who are shot and blown apart Only now to become Human Sandbags Serving as protection for Protection for the living To survive Human Sandbags! The epidermal hide Absorbs the bullets of the enemy A rotten pile o dead humans Is the blockade Fir survival, survival Piled to become living Expendable soldiers Who are shot and blown apart Only now to become As the bodies soon become dismembered From the enemy fire As the soldiers find themselves Trapped in a putrid stench Excavating organs Soon become camouflage Your comrades roll beside you Frightened you cannot move And shot like all the rest Now piled to become A Human Sandbag! A rotten pile o dead humans Is the blockade For survival
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
Spears of glass Straight through the hands Slice by slice The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires The dream becomes very real The only way To stop the hunger is feed the pain Feed the pain Insane thoughts of suicide brought To life suicide brought to life The dream becomes very real As the graves are wombs For the embryos to grow Soulless merchants search for sufferers The suffering! Cut by cut The liquid life runs from the body Stabbing wounds bust the innards The skin becomes the canvas For the suffering THE SUFFERING! Dead, dead alive Living, living to be Dead, dead alive Living, living to be As the graves are wombs For the embryos to grow Soulless merchants search for sufferers Spears of glass Straight through the hands Slice by slice The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Brought to life The dream becomes very real Dead, dead alive Living, living to be Dead, dead alive Living, living to be DEAD!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
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