[g]host
It feels like time is standing still, watery eyes bleeding questions. Trembling voices that fail in vacuo of an answer. And all is silent through this night. And all is silent while we wait. All is silent- just a distant call of hope echoing.... In fear of the unknown, of forces that we cannot tame. Lost in helplessness; a hidden prayer for mercy. And all is silent through this night. And all is silent while we wait. Silent... too late to set sails while the sea mounts up tonight. Mounts up tonight…. Mounts up tonight…. Mounts up tonight…. The ghosts of the sea are grabbing for the coast and soaking the land. Conquer the dead and the living and bury our prayers. A mountain submerging, Dark sky roaring, killing silence. Slowly slowing our heartbeat and calming our fears.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
I walk down the line, misery right and left. I walk straight to the end weeping over the dead. I’ve seen them bleed while longing for freedom, try to settle their life, though losing all their faith. I hear them cry while feeding their children, while working the day and praying through the night. Mother South, you gave your life, gave your life away for me and I never paid you back. Mother South, you gave your blood, you gave your blood and then drowned therein, all alone. Gave your blood away for me… And I’ll never paid my debt, I never did… You sucked the soul out of the living, filled it with poison, filled it with dirt. My tongue is loaded, loaded with hate. Ready to shoot, ready to hurt. I’ll set your church on fire… Burn, burn, burn ! The seed is sown and hell that will raise. I’m growing on you, I’m feeding on you, I’ll be your judge. No mercy allowed. You unlocked the cage, made room to vengeance. I’m spitting arrows soaked with pain. I’ll set your church on fire… Burn, burn, burn! The seed is sown and hell that will raise. Go ! Go! GO! And I’ll set your house on fire. Burn, burn, burn! The seed is sown and hell that will raise. I’ll set your church on fire… Burn, burn, burn ! The seed is sown and hell that will raise.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
Lies, telling us your lies won’t make your pain no less. Talks, voices from the dark, words we don’t understand. And God is our helping hand to put you back to place. Save, we’re gonna save your soul and put your flesh to rest. And maybe you were just ill and somebody would have known a cure. But we just wanted to make sure you’re not harbouring the devil in you. Scream, like a bloody whore, we won’t recoil from you. Cry, the more you cry the more we punish you. And God is our helping hand to put your prayers to silence. Death is your only friend to release your soul from evil. And maybe you were just deranged and somebody would have known a cure. But we just wanted to make sure you’re not harbouring the devil in you. Suffer, the pain you suffer, it’s all your fault, you know! The sin, the sin of Eve that let the devil in. And God is our helping hand washing blood from ours. A last rite and all is done. Your soul is free, your life begone. There’s no place behind the church, holiness deconsecrated. So we bury you just outside under the linden tree in profane ground. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adiuramus te.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
Driven by greed. Demons unleashed. Freed all their torments, freed all their torments. No Vergil waiting. No poetic warmth. Just darkness and anguish, just darkness and anguish. I… have seen… I’ve seen hell in Murmansk. I… have seen… I’ve seen hell in Murmansk. And it swallowed all life. Gave rise to the void. Left death and coldness behind, death and coldness behind.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
I bleed, I bleed, - the wounds of man. I burn to purify my soul. Those torments, that take my breath away. This pain not all my tears can drown, never can. And I do that for you my lord, can’t you see that I‘ve suffered enough? Forever my lord, towards the stars and beyond to reach for your hand. And I carry the burden you put on my shoulder, Devotion and commitment. My sorrows will vanish and all sins I might have done. Forever and ever I crawl.... I crawl towards my life…. I wash the path I crawl on with the blood that pours out of the stigma I got from this journey to you where I look for release. One answer that tells me it’s worth. I’m crawling I’m creeping, I’m crying I’m screaming, I’m trying not to lose my faith. I’m living while dying, I’m burning while drowning, I’m praying while being in doubt. And forever I crawl. I crawl towards my life.... I almost killed myself to justify my love & devotion. Waiting for thy gracious mercy to release me from my agonies. But now I see, you are the lie of all lies, a promise unfulfilled. But what is to expect from one who has led his own flesh to the scaffold? No release, no redemption. Your playground is our living hell. White shades of antimatter - retrograde
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
A feast of pain, glorifying – executing. Devoted to gluttony! Greed. Greed. Greed. Devour the new born, bleed the damned. Deny it, - its soul, strangulating its life. Breeding and killing, man playing God. Nature declined, man‘s been satisfied. The lust of ignorance is feeding the mortal. The lust of arrogance is raping the moral. Sacrum quod vivit The curse of its ghost will scream out vendetta, will poison your heart and wither your mind. The lust of ignorance, - famine to the mortal The lust of arrogance denying all moral. Sacrum quod vivit
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
Losing myself in darkness... black in black. A sea-born ghost, a frozen heart. Shattered. A ghastly sky, while nature withers. Now I‘ve found myself running away from the life I lost, - all alone. The life I lost in Murmansk. No looking back to the world that once was. To the ground I once have walked. The path I walked in Murmansk. The sea is calling, - a shivering caress. a dead-end horizon never to be reached. Running through the whipping spindrift, a fugitive losing its pain, a pain that rose in Murmansk. The coldness acheing like burning needles. A chilling past of a life that has been lived. A life that I‘ve shed in Murmansk. To be free I need to sail away or I will die at the border to no man‘s land. I‘m diving, trying to restore my dreams, breaking the chains that tie me, tie me to Murmansk. I spread my arms, embracing the waves that are fighting me back, pushing me back. Pushing me back to Murmansk. To be free I need to sail away or I will die at the border to no man‘s land. To be free I need to sail away or I will die at the border to no man‘s land. Now I‘m free and I start to sail away so I won‘t die at the border to no man‘s land. At the border to no man‘s land.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
A lie nailed to wood while the Devil, the Devil wears Christ. A treason in purple, born through blood, a whore with golden teeth deflowers the weak. Spreading hate behind the mask of love, - a cult was born. Bigotry through supremacy. The Devil wears Christ. A conquest of millions for aeons to come, - the seeing blinded. Sacrilegious dogma hidden by mercy. And the Devil plays Christ. Thousands of gods have come and gone but only some have come to stay. The liars, imposters, betrayers, the trinity in the name of God. Commanding you to let go your souls, -through all your life. A sale of indulgence for the credulous poor. And the Devil wears Christ. The libertines, a prey for the enlightened, - lies for the masses. A promise of fear, of fire and pain. And the Devil plays Christ Thousands of gods have come and gone but only some have come to stay. The liars, imposters, betrayers, the trinity in the name of God.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026