Resurrection

A funy execution Behind a rose The pleasure of life Is only dead reality At the moment of truse How long is truthful The honest visage On the death laden skul ? Till your blood spills In your veins That’s also just a game A black hood Over the head And the white walls Am I and Am I not Rotten laugh of the fear So, still I am The salty taste That flows Is afraid of knowing why How long Haven’t I been looking underneath Succesful glory’s slave They’ve beheaded Who are they That guided him On the way sprinkled By heads of roses You’ve never been soaked in blood The hangman hadn’t come You’ve belonged to the glory And glory carries an axe

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The blood Of your eyes Trickles on my smile You’re only hallucinating And not a man I feel The cold touch of hands It caresses my body Make sure that you live Don’t laugh you’re dying Smell of decomposition It’s only an illusion I laugh And the tears flow down my face Blood pours into the earth I’m immortal Pleasure With the look of suicide Ambles into the abyss You’re only hallucinating Don’t laugh you’re dying I’m amused Marvellous party Only the tear Makes a furrow in the solitude No, I’m not a low at horn Somewhere at the corner We’re all amused Nothing is a dream Stiff bodies Are delirious Helplesly drowned In the laughing Of their dependency

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

It will be a beatiful day When everything will stink And everxthing will merge Into harmony Like a squashed one Spurting obscesses With a brutal sound People are crying And someone is indulging In an aesthetic experience Maybe he has forgotten That it had already rotted The experience and the brain That has devised The sunset For the world Where they were singing And no one could hear them No one knew That the sunset Was the last one

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Allow my soul To feel the power of a kiss Power that spills the tears As I touch upon their sweat taste And learn the salty taste of blood Blood this word that has been writing in anguish Over and over Aware of its worthlessness This is your dark world ! Can you hear the silence Rustling in the air ? There used to be the sun Beneath lay the eyes of serviles Ready to perceive The sweat dream about some strange hands Ushering me to the throne And to the Queen Where I am to experience the delicate taste of beauty Trying to be drowned in its swallow waters Is pointless like the ocean of hope My sarcasm feeds on my loath to hatred I just have to admire you You the little man Imprisoned in your own tissue Yet, restlessly progressive Superimposed image of machine !

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Close her eyes for her Not to be alone The voice from the depths Of despair has never reached The surface Asking soul Was crying in the cold And your warm words Sounded you’re only a stone Raped body lies guietly Nobody hears the silence It grovels through the dump gangways Dying sand under your feet The shade of reproach Fall on the averted Asking soul Was crying in the cold A blood has ever flowed For a long time It was repulsing screaming Totaly red Has writhed And with funny voice Had asked Close this eyes Shattered pool of innocent It carries the picture of horror And it pains

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Winter ice - terminal frost Closing eyes of equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs ones again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man's fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between stages Frigid return to the chamber of ages

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 15, 2025