Where Dead Dreams Dwell
From which crypt they emerge none is wise to tell Yet every night you see them as the sky they fill Faceless and unfeathered, on silent wings they fly Leaving the great abyss where their lord resides Swallowed by darkness on the dark lords command To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare‘s well Oh if only they would make sound Or wear a face where faces should be found Horned and slender, they behold without eyes Through the pitch black darkness the legion seeks and finds Arriving on the north wind to bring their wretched sting And carry you away on monstrous voyaging’s In the black beasts clutch over jagged peaks Headless of your cries they thrown you down the abyss In the nether pits, smothered by putrid smell Behold the foul lake where dead dreams forever dwell Where dead dreams dwell Swallowed by darkness on the dark lords command To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare‘s well Oh if only they would make sound Or wear a face where faces should be found
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
We are what you see But your mind refuse to believe Stalking the halls Among the coffins we search for Rotten flesh It’s the taste that we like best We’ve come for your dead Excavating their graves Disturbing their peace To get to the meat Creatures among the coffins We lurk the halls at night Of the morgues and the burial sites Open the graves You won’t believe till you see it Undead life It’s the flesh that keeps us alive Robbing the tombs Cannibalistic instinct to consume Severing their heads A morbid hunger and a lust for flesh Creatures among the coffins Coming to steal the bodies Creatures among the coffins
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
The vultures of Golgotha await their feast As beggar and noble draws near To witness the dying of the Nazarene The king of all liars in fear Whipped and crowned with thorns They smell his blood so sweet He‘s nailed upon the cross To perish in the heat The dark age has begun Beneath the burning sun Slow death arrives As payment for his lies Dark wings sweep in As the feast begins Forsaken by what father? The tempter is all that is real Now face the proper conviction To end this insanity Left to rot on the hill Accompanied by his likes But to carrion birds Both savior and scum are equal delight There is no final struggle The false son accepts his fate Slowly devoured by vultures Half alive, while the flesh is still fresh While the flesh is fresh The choir of the dying Moaning in the night Spared from the suns warmth But the claws still rip their hides Come the dawn again They release their final sigh Left are the shredded corpses And bones cleaned to white The dark age has begun Beneath the burning sun Slow death arrives As payment for his lies Dark wings sweep in As the feast begins
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
As far below the underworld As the earth is below the heavens Primordial force with selt-awareness The deep abyss Where the wicked receive their judgment The flaming river encircles The sinners prison eternal They come to pay But never leave this place Suffering torment Inside the walls Eternal imprisonment Within Tartaros halls Dungeon of torment and suffering All pain dwells within The punishment fits the crime Torment after you die Find your fate inside Welcome to the afterlife Pay the final price Facing the sickening sight Flames into you hide Pray for death but never die As far below the underworld As the earth is below the heavens The flaming river encircles The sinners prison eternal They come to pay But never leave this place Suffering torment Inside the walls Eternal imprisonment Within Tartaros halls Suffering torment
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Strapped down Your face in the dirt The horror As we prepare our bloody work No time to repent Your life’s in our hands Torture, and you know it in your heart When we’re done you’ll be a work of art Quench the flame, your life You’ll die tonight Tools of pain prepared The hook and knife Sinks into your flesh Foreboding death Carving your skin Flesh and bone will never heal From within The blood eagle spreads its wings Horrendous And sickening to behold The punishment That we’ve got in store Shrieks of pain As we carve in your hide The horrible crack As we tear the ribs from your spine Quench the flame, your life You’ll die tonight Tools of pain prepared Carving your skin Flesh and bone will never heal From within The blood eagle spreads its wings It’s spreading its wings Quench the flame You’ll die tonight Tools of pain Sinks into your flesh Carving your skin Flesh and bone will never heal From within The blood eagle spreads its wings It’s spreading its wings There is no use to fight it Once you’ve come this far Slowly dying in torment As your ribs are spread apart Exposing your inside With the carving knife Drowning in your own blood When your lungs are torn out Carving the blood eagle...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Descending into the ground Where the reaper is king Behold the scepter and the scythe And kneel before his throne The funeral has begun As we gather around your grave No fearing the darkness before you For you long for the reaper to hold you Well prepared to face your death To be nourished in his arms forever And achieve immortality The descending into the obscure Performed by the undead, inhumation ceremony Fallen far beyond the light at god Crossing the Styx with a smile The undead roam these shores, welcoming the fallen The final phase of the inhumation ceremony Yeah, this is our sanctuary The halls of the dead and buried Oh, when your body releases your soul The powers of death will take control The freedom of the afterlife given to those who heard The lies and false prophesies from the mouth of God I deny the Holy Ghost and l deny God I accept the reaper as king and I hand him his crown The descending into the obscure to serve the master lnhumation ceremony
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Unaware what dwells bellow and what has always been, Til your loved ones resting place finally caves in He creeps between the graves to get what he desires The fruits of burial ground are reaped from inside Corpses has been left for only him to claim Stilling his hunger by sucking the juice from the rotten remains Slither through the underground of the cemetery Entering the coffins to feast upon the buried The crawler He revels in fermented blood beneath the sacred ground A scavenger within the soil unknown to mankind Here the dead will find no rest as decay sets in The crawler will satisfy his hunger upon your buried kin Six feet under he collects the soulless shell Twisting his body around casket lid Easily breaking the decomposed walls Slowly devouring the decaying corpse Empty beds are left behind the creature‘s filthy path Meat and bone are long gone when the hollow graves are found His tunnels reaches far beyond the mortal minds grasp All that's here is his to claim, buried in his domain Slither through the underground of the cemetery Entering the coffins to feast upon the buried The crawler
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
A tremble in the air Hits me I’m unprepared I recognize the sound of my doom And with honor I seize to breath Did not anticipate this butchery But it matters less than me As the carrion birds draw near And my facial flesh melts away Is this the march of the amazon? Or the overture of Gog? I die Stupefied Humble and shy Resurrection denied Could not wish for sweeter death But it grants me no kind of rest The beating continues, the sound goes on And my corpse desires to move Screams that mutate the body and the soul Morbid metamorphosis From beyond I hear that ominous growl The turning has begun Back from the dead with a molten face Back on my feet in a rotten haze Joining in on that steady pace Annihilating the human race Buried screaming from below the ground Cannot escape from that morbid sound Wretched bodies flying all around Now I’m part of the vortex A prelude to Armageddon An anthem to the end But in my dance of death I come to see That I still am far from free The shredding grinds me to stinking pile And I rejoice and once again I die Stupefied Humble and shy Resurrection denied
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Bless the rotten with eternal life Under a black sky, from their graves they rise A legion of the dead to claim the world The hour has struck for hells rebirth Chant the psalms of the old ones Again and again and again The ground will crack before you And blood will rush through the buried veins From the pit of tortured souls Their spirits now climb To once again possess their bodies Bring an end to all light Mass resurrection Hear the chime of the great bell Midnight has finally come Fools turn to their prophets As the earth is to be undone Shattered is the veil of life Their reality has no matter This is the coming of the old ones Slain be the children of the father To bring the shadow of death You bend space and time The words hold grave meaning In human skin they are bound The dreamer has awakened From the ocean he ascends Leaving behind the slumber For his armies to conquer the mortal realm From the pit of tortured souls Their spirits now climb To once again possess their bodies Bring an end to all light Mass resurrection
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Teach your children fear To keep them in line lndoctrinate terror To mutilate their minds It was not just Sodom’s fall It was the dawn of an angry god And the fear of burning rain Shall live for eternity Succumb to... Terror from above Divine vengeance from the lord Know it in your heart Damned be the one who breaks his laws Man created God And God created none And all who believe these lies In the end will regret their lives You live under the threat Of a sky spewing lava You might well face The full wrath of Jehovah Succumb to terror Make them live their lives Knowing that God is ready to strike Have them waste away their years Spending them all giving in to fear Succumb to terror They claim to hold the key To bliss and immortality Will their spirit finally break? When the door reveals another way
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025