Noxium

The vacant throne, deceiving Lemmings tow the line Conclaves left to seethe Drinking deep their tainted wine They reek of dread Their ledgers dripping red Ever set on the path of envy Nether-Realm with no tears shed They wouldn’t lie to you Only they know the truth Feed your neighbor to the meat grinder If they were pure the steel would stall Relish their screams of anguish As their transgression vanquished And take your place amongst the thralls Abject apathy for the ones who should not be Dehumanization does not apply to the enemy Paragons of old, there is no doubt they stow Some secret vile scripts, only our lathe can fix They wouldn’t lie to you Only they know the truth Feed your neighbor to the meat grinder Had they been pure the steel would stall Relish their screams of anguish As their transgression vanquished And take your place amongst the thralls Another gone, No one objects The noose is taut Now who is next? Who is next It could be you it could be me A modern crucible of enmity They wouldn’t lie to you Only they know the truth Feed your neighbor to the meat grinder Had they been pure the steel would stall Relish their screams of anguish As their transgression vanquished And take your place amongst the thralls Behold, the Modern Meat Grinder A sin means death no matter how small Just hope in throes of bloodshed You won’t be chosen instead No blending in amongst the thralls Another gone, No one objects The noose is taut Now who is next?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Our tale begins in woe A sire haunted by the status quo Conjuring, summoning Meddling with arcane forces, he could not resist The father writing in agony Pleading to his son Begging for death and mutilation His wish obliged with utmost glee A dire omen of the killing yet to be “Now don your blackened hoods Bind your mouth and eyes Tether the rope taut, we disembark Heed your patriarch” His fathers soul speaking through his pursed lips Begging them to kick the chair Tearing nails off their fingertips He’s caressing the crevices hewn on the boards The flesh is cold Biting through their tongue, the deal is done Adorned in gore His carnal goal, to drag them to hell “Now don your blackened hoods Bind your mouth and eyes Tether the rope taut, we disembark Heed your patriarch” Revel by his side Driven down towards the Everdark The Ritual complete ‘neath altars of blood In throes of deceit, compelled in pain Suffer your patriarch

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Brought forth from our ruin, our Saviour from on high Mandated to cleanse our sins and prophesized to die Betrayed by his flock, mocked as he walks Martyred on the cross for naught He died bathed in blood Plunged through an infernal myre, His skin and fat bubbling from the fire Bestowed with unfettered scorn of His putrid human kin Salacious offering of women feigning lust for Him He begs release from pain as they hack His cock with chains Reject the son of God Seduced by sin, a fraud Divine decree reversed Our Christ, the whore Purified by Gore Betrayed Now our sullen slave Unholy torrid soul, called upon by death’s decay Thy hallow decadence, blight that lead to ignorance He can now see that hellish deeds will set him free Granting inverted prayers, spreading cancer and killing heirs The Nether Nazarene baptised in blood and fear Undoing God’s design, raping priests and holy swine Our necro saviour has arrived, to end His own bloodline The gospel malicious, the creed surreptitious Revelling in misery of all who claim piety It was their fault, they harnessed hate Now the sacred will rue their cursed fate Reject the son of God Seduced by sin, a fraud Divine decree reversed Our Christ, the whore Purified by Gore

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Cenotaph, buried tomb A monolith to memories we dare not exhume Using woe as leverage, complete cerebral hemorrhage Weak appeals to the soul Nevermind the damage, righteous rite of passage Fervorously we condole Deceivers, sociopathic, obscure is the creed Phantom Sepulchre Embezzler of grief, progenitor to scorn Spectral memorial Reveler of pain, of who remain forlorn Carnage on a rumor, ritual most peculiar Betraying our sense of mercy Alienating, prideful baiting, caste upon caste Horrifically inhumane Believers psychopathic, obscure is their creed Phantom Sepulchre Embezzler of grief, progenitor to scorn Spectral memorial Reveler of pain of who remain forlorn Cenotaph, buried tomb A monolith to memories we dare not exhume Cenotaph, a devout disgrace of pseudo-wrath Deceivers, sociopathic, on guilt do they feed Phantom Sepulchre Embezzler of grief, progenitor to scorn Spectral memorial Reveler of pain of who remain forlorn Phantom Sepulchre Time marred the primordial sin, The wounds coalesce and feign scars on the skin

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Whirring haze befog my eyes Errantly, I did not die ‘Neath the oceanic moon, where cetacean corpses are laid hewn The creature pierced my skin, infused by its venom, in hell I live I don't belong amongst the living anymore A walking wretch of rotting flesh and bone Kissed by the Irukandji, licked by unholy flame Total envelopment of a deep necrotic shame My time in purgatory undone with surgery Alas, the Irukandji forever charred its mark on me Alive on borrowed time Restore to order declined Early return I crave Utterly Gripped by the Grave In death’s embrace, a soothing calm, infernal grace It’s clear to me I cannot be alive, this calamity I will rectify I can’t resist dragging a scalpel through my wrist Toxins encouraging the agony Kissed by the Irukandji, licked by unholy flame Total envelopment of a deep necrotic shame My time in purgatory undone with surgery Alas, the Irukandji forever charred its mark on me Enthralled by death, revert my life For Errantly, I did not die Alive on borrowed time Restore to order declined Early return I crave Utterly Gripped by the Grave Alive on borrowed time A searing clarity, necrotic design Bestow me with decay Utterly Gripped by the Grave

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Grand the extinction Necrophilous Random and ruthless A heinous exhibit of death Carnificial, a masterpiece of suffering Wreathed in blood and viscera Pogrom, a ritual to severing Millions of corpses, joined as one Hellbound Behold the judgment, writhe as they wail Kin folded backward, bloodless and pale Crimson, the soil Cadaverous Red flowing decadence, in a word they are Carnificial, a masterpiece of suffering Wreathed in blood and viscera Pogrom, a ritual to severing Millions of corpses, joined as one Hellbound Abyssal dominion, twisted by flame Nourishing pyres fueled by decay Districts of torment, hideously flayed The carnage of man, a terminal disdain Behold the barrow, brimming with rot Their lives and their culture, all was for naught Languished existence Torturous Wretched thralls, eternal curse to be Carnificial, a masterpiece of suffering Wreathed in blood and viscera Pogrom, a ritual to severing Millions of corpses, joined as one Hellbound

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Salvation claims to remain The chaos of a cursed domain Termination, God’s creation of pain To sever the cycle, heresy Bare your soul, Relish the empyrean flow Beyond the Mortal Veil, our darkened voices cast Conjuring shadows of epitaphs Hymns of desperation, a loss of life so vast Yet the undying scorches a path home Reading from the tome Hellish incantations, a script and cadence that denotes a throne Drained of they noumenon The carnal need, for tyranny Virulent, pathetic devotee Unhallowed recital and darkest of dreams Their lost souls, yearn to join our heathen flow Beyond the Mortal Veil, our darkened voices cast Conjuring shadows of epitaphs Hymns of desperation, a loss of life so vast Yet the undying scorches a path home Tongueless void, ever near Diaphanous, we summon you home Reading from the tome Hellish incantations A fervorous and naught forgotten throne Ultra Umbru Velum Mortalem Canticum Multa Sonus Aeternam

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025