Desolator
EP • 2016
Surveilling from ivory tower or confined to the gutter A radiant spectacle for the blind to see The glowing charm of ephemeral games Constructions for the feebleminded cannot halt the decay of years Fodder for a dying earth Illusions of grandeur Imprisoned, we remain In earthly shell, organic ruin Higher and higher in a hierarchy of fools A race towards extinction A verminous race, a pathetic lifeform Hideous creation
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Ia, alla xul, uggae kanpa Ia, alla xul, uggae kanpa The faceless wanderer, the evil gemini The world usurper, the source of chaos The guide in darkness, the black herald The dark master of the necronomicon Feeding on your fear, reaching out his hand Feel the touch of death, the ancient doom of man Your body will crumble to flakes of black dust Older than creation, a horror without face Cleanse the earth of life, kill the human race Thrice invoked upon his throne Cloaked in shadow, lord of chaos Chaos that crawl, myriad-formed Eater of souls, messenger of death From the abyss, from the depths Open the gates, lord of death Ia, Nyarlathotep Nyarlathotep Ia, Nyarlathotep Nyarlathotep
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Empires form from sand and gravel Reaching towering heights A pyramid scheme of fathomless extent The weakest call to arms With ease indoctrinated Choose your colors and march Allow the drum to echo Surrender to its infectious pace Tyranny, enslavement The ways of our wretched world Strive forward with eyes shut But your word is not your own We are the suffering, we are the death The endless waste of flesh and blood We are disorder, we are the decadence The endless tragedy, the symptoms of mankind Multiply the defect, generate and procreate Populate and organize, degenerate to verminous state Sectarian breed, this perpetual machinery Sectarian breed, the ethereal design We are infected, the earth's brooding cancer We are but mortal men dwelling in the suffering we create
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
I know only war, never peace or mercy Death conquers all, no life in the trenches Ruins of the world, dark epitaph Strike across the front line A storm of death and steel No quarter will be given None asked, none received Multi barreled cannons tearing tanks and flesh apart What the cannons doesn't finish will be snuffed out by the gas Conflict beyond control, the final solution at hand Warheads are deployed, death of mankind
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
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