Fatalist
Prays to God Sleep with the Devil I feel like fucking you in the cool night breeze Like a wolf baying at your door I wanted more Sewed your eyes closed and lips shut Say no words of adore I wanted your heart It now rests as a trophy in a jar above my door At the end of my bed So we can never be apart Before the killing, we hide alone The church bell rang Yet it held no tome God can wait, the flock can wait You will bend to take me in Taste my wanting cock This will be the instrument of death Cut your own throat For me, kill yourself As if these hands can be idle I cannot walk without confession Once I watch your slow death The last agonising breath Your words they cannot have voice No wails of bereft I will appear once again My heart, It will be beating faster Wanting you once more The wolf baying at your door Wearing the cross I have prayed to god Yet, slept with the devil.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Wherever the corpse lays Vultures will be gathered I have seen many devils Paled and ashen to achieve their pain Felt a hand against my face Not with warmth Or some weak loving caress More decay than a heaving embrace Even the repugnant seem to receive grace & prayer With the opened gate The wolf, again Has walked amongst you, the sheep Wore the corpses crown To spin deaths tale For the serpent is wicked And here to defile Will never kneel That thought is vile At the end a noose You'll be hanging in my cellar Ascension is tethered A breath of horror, exhaled, unleashed An unknown fate, Soon you will look into true form of hate They will crow now, they will bay for blood Only darkness will be thy judgement Be it with forever said Yes, we had our moment of time But your last moment Is to be all that is mine A cowered bird caught in a cage I have broken your wings A sad state of demise It smells like the dead And I am... I am... The fatalist.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
The human heart is a cemetery And man's heart seems so full of darkness Then god is wrathful Respired only through vengeance Lots of his words are spoken But the tongue of languages Is broken So sad this downfall Harlots, we worship at their feet And make heroes of villains They walk amongst us With deceit We are lost We have fallen All our dead, at what cost Fuck this belief They have all but forgotten Our generations filled with grief You want to worship death Here, I give you a future Filled with violence and pain Yet, you will not be sold Before all grow old These stories will be told So...hear my words Before man's fall, Fuck you all.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
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Gods image has been corrupted When man can lay down, open his legs wide gaping To receive his seed and conceive And his women does not bleed The begotten apple has turned rotten He truly has become the rotting christ God is slowly being forgotten That's what happens when you trust a whore The serpent had words You choose not to listen Let's start this war Take me to the church, let it burn It deserves no less, no more So a throne can be set for a beast Laid out with a feast Greed no longer seems sin And you can be forgiven Fust by the colour of skin... With no fucking judgement Maybe the wrong side of war did not win... All murder begins With a sadistic intent This is not the goodbye Nor an end ALLES HEIL SATAN
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
With each and every last breath Someone has reached their end With a rapturous last sigh A child woke this morning Knowing that with the coming dark Someone will have crept into their bed Weep child no more Take my hand I won't let you suffer all alone It's not the devil that walks through that door bell They will not hear the mercy For every headline of your suffering They blind with acts of blood Every handprint is painted with sin Each man that crosses your path He will cut you, Spill your innocence and feel you within Each has his turn to please I, Lucifer am here to be your witness A familiar guide I hear your cries I will not let you die...alone My words are a quatrain left with pain Neither of forgiveness Nor to atone Give you my band For all the lonely come to me The father of fracture, disease and collector of obituaries And the depraved who had their way Your courage was shown with each thrust You never lost your heart in silence Gave them nothing for their sickened lust I await them in hell Whilst someone... somewhere is crying your name I lay you into the grave
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025