Excruciating Malformations of Abhorrent Descent

I slam your head against the headboard Moments after you pray to your lord And tuck yourself into bed for the night 2 are dead Now you're next Soon you'll be part of my collection And of you there'll be no recollection Abducting and murdering you just feels right Justified Uncontrite It's no fucking use, so give up; I've got the chloroform You'll just be another chopped up, tossed on the cellar floor Let's not make death more than abrupt; although I do enjoy this Be a fucking good-girl, c'mon; come here and give us a kiss Kiss your fucking face with my fist until you cannot feel it Drag you off into the night's mit; out through the shattered window Fuck me if I slightly remiss; I might've gotten sloppy Let's go home and have us some fun Let's go home and pull us some teeth; this time I really mean it Let's go see what lies just beneath that fucking pretty face Just before you start waking up I'm through the first few layers Maybe things will start to look up if you scream some prayers Scream those prayers, just a few more layers 'Till we hit the bone I found your fucking phone Let's photo-text your friends So they can see you at your end Smile you fucking bitch Oh wait, I just cut off your lips Let's see those pearly whites Before they get ripped out tonight Lipless prayers, just a few more layers 'Till we hit the bone, cute fucking phone Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time Who would've thought that I'd be at home? And even though I have not done this in a long time I still enjoy the sound of scraping bones Remember when I said that this should be abrupt? Well I think I’ve gone and changed my fucking mind Sorry, you were screaming something I didn’t mean to interrupt We can draw this out; I’ve got the time Forced entry Through doors and orifices Broken windows Broken spirits Torn hinges And she’s torn below Strapped to the slab She gurgles and chokes 2 Dead 1 Missing

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

Bring to me the child for unchristening In its birthing fluids glistening Screaming now but no one's listening Give to me this wretched offspring I can see what this child's fate's supposed to be No coincidence that is was born to me It shall be raised in bloodlust and morbidity(end of underlying And we don’t take this sort of thing lightly Witness now and testify later This one is great but shall soon become greater And on this day we all shall see This child’s vile bile unchristening I summon a purge from deep within. The pit of my gut begins to spin An upward flow of half digested human blood & flesh is ejected From my gape a torrent flows covering the child from head to toe Livid crimson writhing offspring. God of death do take my offering Baptized in bile Take this child Make him wise I’ll provide the knives Stomach’s empty, heaving deep, reaching for that golden seep Violent purge, expels the residuum, death has blessed, the deed is done Bring to me the child for unchristening In its birthing fluids glistening Screaming now but no one's listening Give to me this wretched offspring I can see what this child's fate's supposed to be No coincidence that is was born to me It shall be raised in bloodlust and morbidity And we don’t take this sort of thing lightly Baptized in bile Take this fucking child Make him fucking wise And I’ll provide the knives

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

Bitten by the serpents The flesh starts to rot Necrotic infestation Blood cannot clot Surgeons split the tissue To accommodate the swell But the rate of necrotic onset Points to things not ending well When the bone becomes gangrenous The limb is amputated But if it’s not done properly The infection is reinstated Subcutaneous infestation The venom moves higher Cytotoxic properties A flesh liquefier Semi-hemotoxic cocktail Perfuse bleeding occurs Irreparable tissue damage And arterial decay Myocardial function Is sporadic and weakening Perception of reality Dims and fades The only thing present is pain No motor functions, no escape Trapped in a rotting body As it rapidly decays You are being digested These enzymes consume You will be quite rotten Before you’re even inhumed Orificial bleeding starts to soak the sheets a bloody red Pouring from your orifices convulsing now you wish for death Fallen in the snake-pit you were bit by varied fangs Cytotoxic, myotoxic, hemotoxic formulae Every kind of antivenin was administered to you And in the end, I’m sorry my friend, it was a toxic stew Rubber gloves are coming off and drop to the bloody floor The surgeons all now drawing straws to choose the one to inform The fucking family The only thing present is pain No motor functions, no escape Trapped in a rotting body As it rapidly decays You are being digested These enzymes consume You will be quite rotten Before you’re even inhumed Decay Decay Decaying Decayed Decay! Before and after death your body rots on

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026

Pulling forth the guts from the lamb Unholy grotesque omen that was born to our tribe A sign that we are all fucking damned The shaman clutches bowels and speaks of horrid doom to come Demonic pigs shall enter our land Rape and pillage, killing, taking all that they can If our people do not rise and take a stand Our memory will last only as long as blood does in the sand Their vessels marked with the sign of black death They’ve seized our shores Deplorable creatures of questionable practice Now encroach our doors Demons disguised as men Will come and take everything Raping away our bloodlines Pestilence they bring It is the prophecy It is the prophecy It is the prophecy in the entrails And what the shaman sees Is murder and disease So prepare yourselves for horror It is the prophecy It is the prophecy It is the prophecy in the entrails And what the shaman sees Is what shall come to be Deplorable human-pig invasion Greed, greed, greed, greed It is the prophecy It is the prophecy It is the prophecy in the entrails And what the shaman sees Is murder and disease So prepare yourselves for horror It is the prophecy It is the prophecy It is the prophecy in the entrails And what the shaman sees Is what shall come to be Deplorable human-pig invasion A prophecy in the lamb’s intestines A prophecy of horror Let us slaughter them in their sleep To prevent this terror

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026