Fierce Cries of the Manic
Torn from awareness of rational thought Dismantled aggression with defiance of pain Hate swells in places never stored before Locked forever in an inept brain Gathered here are all the undeserving All the strong, adroit, and sane Uncontrollable desires of defiance A sickness grows and eradicates the tame Happiness subsided by incompetence A blame for the things come to be Inability preserved in perfect form Disguised but displayed for all to see A suffocating stench arises The aroma of a blistered soul Putrid, hapless and born to a hell For the impairment that was mold
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
There is deepness Inside these dark eyes Formed from a mind bled And of a soul dead A place that's heartless Nothing blankness The only life lies Back in the mind's eye Cracked open from shame Only truth remains Take back what you have done See what has become Lies, the loss of innocence born The taste of vileness torn What was good is held back Waiting for an impulse attack Grey. Awaked on the ground Only red is found Mind blank again Why do you love your pain This burn inside A release from my mind This burn inside How I should have believed What's left is grey You try to hide the pain inside has set its course You try to rest, live life the best But it's too late Release the grey There is no hope
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Weak man torn from ability weak man unaware of humility Weak man absent not on his own accord Weak man dormant now like never before In the darkened shadows gloom a reflection cracked but true Weak man sees a weak fucking human being A sickness inside the brain keeps meaningless life retained Weak man sees a weak fucking human being Blinded by his own disguise, torture a true demise Weak man Weak man he looks at himself Weak man he cries Weak man sees nothing but himself Weak man he sighs In the darkened shadows gloom a reflection cracked but true A sickness inside the brain keeps meaningless life retained
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
I have the itch to do it again It gives me joy that I can not mend You'll never understand you never will How I have this urge to kill you I want to help you die I want to watch you cry I want to shake from thrills I want to be fulfilled Committing murder cleanses my mind The rush of tasting blood it gets me high Some say it is a sick disease But I love to watch them on their knees Cleanse this mind now All of your weaknesses make me strong Cleanse this world now It is your worthless life that I long Cleanse this Earth now Stare into my eyes, look deep inside Cleanse this soul now Taking your life is my only pride
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
I dream something fierce When I look at your skull Orgasmic pleasure Your face I unfold Erect I arise a perverted frenzy A lust I crave, my God I'm cleansing I dream something fierce When I look at your skull Orgasmic pleasure Your face I unfold Erect I arise a perverted frenzy A lust I crave, my God I'm cleansing Your face I penetrate
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
I don't know what makes it grow Into this being I will not loathe This fake mind, this fake soul A replica of my body - old This genetic wasteland A mechanical haven Productive inexistence Mechanical life created Life's invented for pure hatred Human souls so complicated Embodied the mind to a machine Human life so easily cleaned You can breathe with an open chest Heart pumps, never skips a beat Blood flows with no control You cannot be without a battery Bleeded, tortured, rooted from your very life This cord is called pressure Pressure from inside your brain This cord is called pressure Pressure from inside your brain A lifeless soul
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Staring... at the floor wanting no more Dreaming... all the thoughts that I though I knew Feeling... I don't know how to feel this day Screaming... in my mind this is it this time Ready to do this there is no turning back. Knife in my pocket ready to attack. Hands sweaty, dripping with fear End of my life I have no tears Ready to do this there is no turning back. Knife in my pocket ready to attack. Revenge is a color and I'm seeing red You looked so happy when I saw you that time No idea what I had in my mind Fucked up my life now I fucked up your face Look in the mirror now who's the disgrace... You are Hands sweaty, dripping with fear End of my life I have no tears Ready to do this there is no turning back Knife in my pocket ready to attack
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
How could I share with you my life with the knife It's razor's edge so appealing Behind closed eyes I embrace the knife I can see them all screaming They're just ahead beyond a thicket of trees Silent remains true art of brutality Hapless victims no remorse to be sought Pre-decided fate their lives will be lost I've returned to this plot where death marks the spot The thoughts of old death running fresh in my mind Their blank staring eyes, slit throats, torn sides Revelations of their demise Their one mistake they crossed his path on this day Fucked in the wrong place and wrong time Slicing, stabbing, gutted, torn away from their lives Grinning at the gaping wounds - admissions of pride Random murders strewn out through the years Normal life returned intentions sincere Homicidal race within his brain is retained Compelled to repeat his game all the same At home in these woods All of my life A silent stalker with piercing eyes There's no where to run So why even try Your time has come, soon you will die I can see you've lost your way Just ahead your end is nearing Upon this path two lives soon one Reaped your life for sport I've won
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
A victim of this cruel world A life controlled by fear The pleasure of pain I taste My next step should be clear Everyone watching me Anticipating my next steps How I love to play this game Always wondering what is next I just sit and let them Waste their time on me Sometimes erupt in anger For lack of privacy Which one reads my mind Which one scribes my words Who am I that they Would waste their time on me Don't they know that I see a darker side in me They've tried to translate my twisted mind They fucking act like they're not responsible An army full of weak human beings Making up shit as they go along Do I have to kill these fucks? To get where I belong Granted I should die They think they're so fuckin discrete It just makes it more interesting To think about these pieces of shit Hearing without listening What kind of people go with flow Does it make it easy to breathe They think it prevents being shunned upon At least I have my dignity Don't they know that I see a darker side in me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Jagged, scattered are these scars Reminding of times not far behind Open now they pump hatred Everything else inside is... Dead Come on fuck, take a look inside A tomb inside a broken mind Locked from even your own self Now you join me in my hell Worthless dreams have sold you Too late now to recourse I have watched your paranoia And I will put your life to rest Without me where would you go On living a lie that's been sold Waiting for some kind of content Worthless sounds of lament I'm your demon re-awakened The voice you hear inside your head What I can give you is real Pain and hate to feel It is what all who enters here Get for their feebled spirit Now you know why I beckon you Allow my judgement to come through Give to me your hate and envy
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026