World Misanthropy
In massing darkness we stand united Raging above inferior sheeps A convoy of souls swept into the night Hearts strengthened with black fire passion In us is fulfilled the prophecy of satan: Evolution of the inner shrine In us is mantained the revelation of satan: Innocence brought to an end In honour of thy unearthly creation We bring forth thy divine form Vanity throughout any conceptions Blazed and bound, for the days are coming Infernal madness, unholy ascendance Christian death abound in mourning perversion Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces They'll chase the serpent in everlasting nightmare Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose Wrapped, penetrating skin Listen to the music of their agony Eyes made of glass, mirrors within
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Thousand different paths So many sterile ends I chose the devil's path Never shall the sun kiss my face And caress me with its burning light For I dwell in the shadows And sleep side by side with death In dark desire I embrace the whore Giving her an escape From an unworthy life For with the appearance of the Fallen Angel I serve Satan I serve darkness I am a prince among the damned As I've been for eternity A monarch in a dark paradise Cursed by life and the living Oh tremble not, my immortal heart Though you beat in the shadows of death Eternal life is the blessing And I shall rule for another thousand years I blew out the light Abandoned Jesus Christ Christian life forms griefs We buried their beliefs Waiting for their saviour's rebirth The dawn was soon to come The dawn would soon be gone I am a prince among the damned As I've been for eternity A monarch in a dark paradise Cursed by life and the living There in that formless abyss was I made A partaker of the mysteries averse
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Infected by invalid behaviour While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction Confess to slavery for the world saviour Give praise and inhale the corruption The Enfeebled provides the fool The Disabled provides the tool The Apathetic demands the affection To those suffering from their own satisfaction Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague Testify today's contradiction, glorify tomorrow's deed Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter The Enfeebled provides the fool The Disabled provides the tool The Apathetic demands the affection To those suffering from their own satisfaction The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease Apply to join the unlimited disgrace And a settlement in the skies And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation The incarnation of your prostitution, the true Evil in disguise With the ignorance from your cross as the witness The truth of your tragedy make you justice In your mirror the high spirits of kindness Looks like malice Condemnation of life by the living dead What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core How unfortunate I am Cursed to spend time on a battle already won The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile Recall my sins furthermore But still be watching yours with a smile Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague Testify today's contradiction, glorify tomorrow's deed
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Incarnated marvels simplified Effects from such a disconsolate kind Impotence of the once-so-perfect living Erase and rewind Stand rigid for the next battle Peace means reloading your guns The love for life is all hatred in disguise A carnival creation with masks undone In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well Thorns from the fountains of faith licking lepered skin Worshipped by anyone's mass on your planet hell What on earth possessed you Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin Left are the kings of the carnival creation Carrying out the echoes of the fallen Sense the withering eternity as it fades away The ultimate graceless voyage of all times Only death will be guarding your angels, silently Cripples joining arms in clamour Institutionalized for the rebirth The herd will be hunted
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
We do away with your kind Countdown to exterminate the human race Zero, 3, 2, 1 Let chaos entwine, on defenceless soil Remove errors of man, and sweep away all the weakening kind I am war, I am pain I am all you've ever slain I am tears in your eyes I am grief, I am lies Bygone are tolerance and presence of grace Scavengers are set out to cleanse the human filth parade I am pure, I am true I am all over you I am laugh, I am smile I am the earth defiled I am the cosmic storms I am the tiny worms I am fear in the night I am bringer of light Earth, successfully, erased
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Oh, look at those lifeless leaves All their precious pride is taken away A lost creation for a graven image Trembling of nothing but their own fear On behalf of water made to wine Elements of deception must entwine Righteous greed and derangement divine Vacuum is given to the blind To surrender to a faith so fake To not comprehend while you're awake Thrive on your deity for heaven's sake To lose your battle before actual birth For some sheep need the company of a shepherd To face the scorn of the earth Existential parasite drama across the lands What a relief, never bother the why's Investing illusions and folding hands The passion for mankind's ignorance feeding you lies All those naked faces, empty shells Procreation of the mind put to rest Crippled and caged, anaesthesia adjust The lambs of slaughter preoccupied in disgust
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026