Anger

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The last night is coming Come into being o! Immortals and sing the song of eternity, wake the mortals up - it's time. Prostate yourselves - dead fools decaying carrions by life - soak your hatred in, rub leavings of day from eyes off It's time - bell of Apocalipse has rung Songs of immortals soaks fear in. Bewitched words, the dead's speech, whisper of demented, enslaved souls. Disentered, ill prayers slept in crypts of time. Regenerate in destruction let the worlds hum the song.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

"Look at the castle full of crime it's walls streaming blood, as if a demon lived here" Time is paying your debt off in the face of the world has already finished. Look around, you are alone, but there are spors of blood still on your hands A dirty soul is soaked of crime And it's still in your body You feel inside you aren't alone It's demon who leads you He makes you hate yourself Your face covered deep wounds Is looking with disdain from a mirror Black man in black dream with black redections Life is a place that dream You used to be obedient to that faith But now this is hate to yourself and God You struggle and destroy the crosses But this everything is out of control You have to wait when the anathema fills in complete The visions of perish Christ at the cross Makes you successful Fallen God, fallen the world, only despair remains Your crimes are waiting on the glory Wake up though dead in the other world

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Time is cruel, it goes by slowly We are dying slowly in the sweet inactivity unworthy of death's attention - the only real otherness rubbing against the aspects of life leaving deathlike smell of millenium behind on skeletons of empty existence Pious crowd of twelve trumps, unsated of blood, deceived of prophet's lies, faithing vainly against time executes reverencing insane deeds to regain lost hours soaked in blood of time to glory of dead force. Trailers of unstraight thoughts leave for their immemorial hunts, go through the dreams don't know the limits of time. Millenium like warriors tread across the universe leaving persistent trace of passage and announcing arrival.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

I hate the world and ordinaries I burn my boats I cut myself off feelings I hold them and he in an abhorrence. I want to present all the people - With true natural pain. to deepent everything into depression Fear is natural and a nice feeling throughout the magnitude. I see an imagination in my eyes. I am an imagination of the ill, paralysed mind. Sometime everyone will give up but it will be too late. And the end is the worst because all-powerfuls look at your convulsions. I knew too early the first step is behind me The ordinaries turns into the irrational nightmares, which live inside me. I deliver my hatred for the world.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Lots of people Kneeling down on their knees A head of their funny god They have believed in Happiness after life But they have got only Death and pain You promised them paradise You promised neverending life But you left them despise And only blood Who allowed you to take away the life Who allowed you to conduct a chaos Who allowed you to call you god Your end is near You will be thrown down to the hell Rememberance of you Won't be kept in nation's memory Destroying power of nothing He has just come back Your end is near There will be no forced faith There will be no quiet people

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Black, burnt earth pants for blood like a thirsting to give a fruit of a murder and regain the lost dream. Dead warriors union with the fate to renegate to immemorial fight. And black angel has come with his procession. He looks at the gallows, Feeds his eyes with the death. Gallentry of the black multitude steped in burnt earth. Dead hands of demons swaying soaked weapon. My name is legion because there are many of us. Icy tentacles of death feed with dead ones.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Join a funeral Let's take an importance and dignity of the moment. There is a darkness sarcophagus in front of us. And inside there is a corpse of a dead god who burried forever with his dead, lying rules. The prayers come to us from below, but he, as a god has never heard them. But the time has come for him, too like for every god of all times. The greatest the most powerfull and just has come to the throne. He looks proudly at his kingdom and the burial - ground of gods, where the funeral with the sarcophagus treads dispassionately. The most powerful's name sounds in the chaos. But among the great, ancient graves there is also his. Every god dies. The believers make him die. His dead star emits light over the powerful burial - grounds of gods. Buried religions and cultures, forgotten rules of the universe who come back to their primary ruler. Nobody has the courage to open graves ! There is no way to foresee a burried disaster for million years.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

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Destroy the whole evil in pupils Of the madness of that world Let the felicity of the hatred Embrace people's wounded souls Cod into the depth of the darkness And come with your mind To the place hat the eye sight does not reach Smell fetoring and soaking with the hatred The abyss of the eternal condemnation gather the power of those Who died before the origin of mankind And call the ruler of the nonenity of the earth Which will crivive from the capital of the empire Of the darkness From dark city of Acheron What still sounds in evil legends To touch the world by his power And like the wind of death Fill the dead lungs XANTOTUL This world sounds like south of death bird at midnight So not utterit Because the life will scater like a dream And nightmares will come into power come true And will be fed with their blood

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Alive - I was a pestilence dying - I will be your death. You feel like walls are breathing and I touch you with my dead palm scenting a panic in your head and no-disturbing stolid pain. Isn't taking one's own life like a game ruling existence ? Being a sickness of reigning chaos, soaking utterly a life in - Aren't you the one, who wants to resist me? Torment of faintness terrifies, but the last word belongs to me. Writhe as a snake ! Fear will be reduced to ashes Being alone you will feel a depth of abyss, darkness and anger. In the dead eyes the fear has stayed dead eyes see the future. Share the mastery of nonenity to me, dead man. Take your torturer away to the abyss of eternal darkness Alive - I was a pestilence dying - I have sentenced all...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025