Hate Is Born

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With the loss of vital power My roaming is useless In second changed my life What a fragile existence... Kill the offender! Spreading the fear Pain is his stupid fascination Increases and gets stronger Lifetime Mayhem Eye for an Eye Lifetime Mayhem Let him to Die Bleeding mouth and soul Caused that I've lost my Faith With the painful memories on my way of life and hate As ever! Forever - without aims Possessed by own stupidity Blind, simple, boring... Tortured by perverted mind (2x) Lifetime Mayhem Eye for an Eye Lifetime Mayhem Let him to Die Revenge is coming Blood all around and lot of pain Energy in circle coming back Back to him, cutting his vein Lifetime Mayhem Eye for an Eye Lifetime Mayhem Let him to Die (2x)

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Eye on screen To watch them die To watch them slain To watch them down Their pain is keen I like to see people die, closely But in quiet privacy... Hidden from their fading sights My perfidious fancy... I need to watch something die, statedly Just watch... Blood red or purple dawn My morning ritual My evening ordinance My midnight possession When someone's to be gone I love to see you die, closely And no distance... Still watch... Killed by someone Raped by myself Torn by the fury Cut by your own hand This is a long end For me... (3x) I had to see you die, closely With my assistance... Hidden from your hidden sight Your blood's fragrance... I had to watch all of you die... Just watch...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Hacked, gutted, pulverized None should recognise The original form You are hacked, gutted, pulverized To adorn Cut, pounded, dissected Flesh piles of resected My guinean pigs You are cut, pounded, dissected And no eyelids Deflesh, meet your fate Meet the god, deflesh Meet my lancet Just meet me. Bled, battered, scrutinized My tools are cannonized To take you to heaven You are bled, battered, scrutinized An angel number seven (2x) Hacked, gutted, pulverized None should recognise The original form You are hacked, gutted, pulverized To adorn

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Remember that pain It was me, stretched and torn Raped and maimed Remember that pain It was me, stretched and torn See, I am like a tree Lines of ages are written in flesh Dead but still not free To my pieces Please give some order, lavage me I am still your spieces. To my pieces Please give some order, lavage me Those fingers touched you Now mortified, cold in solitude And split in two Rigid and gorgeously clean Muscles recollection time, a short flash It was me, meant to mean No drige for a moan Memory is my own manifestation Made of ash, I am gone To my pieces Please give some order, lavage me I am still your spieces. Those fingers touched you Now mortified, cold in solitude And split in two

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

First breath, first gulp and no effort to live But it is here Ready to be treacherous, ready to deceive No soul's crystal clear From ancestor to predecessor, the deepest disbelief A predator to fear Hate... is born, hate is born There's no good in the human being Hate... is born, hate is born No love left around the world And all good will? Bullshit... Just hate is born Hate is resection, hate is possesion Hate is a reflection, our so-called perfection... Second breath, second gulp and still it is the same And it will be Infinite and perpetual, like a game God's dead indeed So powerful, another to kill, another to maim We're unwished breed Hate... is born, hate is born Since first men was spawned Hate... is born, hate is born No love left around the world And all good will? Bullshit... Just hate is born God's fault we are, suppurating wound To be amend I hate you and you hate me, our morality tomb Cry and lament... It's no place for me No life to live too Here hate is born... Hate... is born, hate is born There's no good in the human being Since first men was spawned Hate... is born.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

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Frenzied yells of those Once sacrificed Echoing here From the past When the blade draws A line The blood runs at last Next turn is mine Skin or clothes? Row of flayed ones Showtime in the motion What the other wants Models unveiled, shivering, shy Leaving wet tracks On the floor Fatless or fat-full A living sculpture Of quiet pain Flesh-full or fleshless My body in other's skin A bizzare game. Frenzied yells of those Once sacrificed Echoing here From the past When the blade draws A line The blood runs at last Next turn is mine

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

A perfect collection Such eighth wonder Precisely removed No soft tissues To sate my hunger Just hard carnal fraction A perfect collection Such eighth wonder Precisely removed No soft tissues Bones, die Knochen, ceneri or osamenta No matter which language you speak Everything earthly turns to rancid, stinking tar Hastai! Aurispicy freak... (2x) The meat liquefaction I need all that remain Filthy, fleshy sludge Your new shape And life regained (Through this skeletal action) Future extraction Released for me A rattling oracle Through killing spree Fresh bones seduction Through killing spree

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 08, 2025

I feel your fear, I can feel its smell Wet belly, sweating forehead So cold, it is so cold Trembling with desire to live But I can promise, you'll never get old Fixed beauty, preserved from hell ...Of life ...And Rotting Gorgeously clean, innocent and untouched But still here's something left undone Breathless and helpless Shivering under my hot lustful hands It should be slow but almost painless Just your bleeding will be watched ...Running ...Maybe Don't be afraid, it is a perfect play Young body like a theatre, where's nice to act So vulnerable, such venerable So vulnerable, such venerable So vulnerable, such venerable So vulnerable, such venerable Like a Venus embodied, naked in front of me When alone feeling sickly miserable My ecstasy is near As you're to cum too Nails scratch my back Vulgar words to hear We are a strange couple You accepted my role And I accepted yours So set up your fucking hole I am almost melting When your tongue attacks I want to be eaten From my top to sting ...And victim for tomorrow? ...No one else than me!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Having no choice Because end should come anytime Woking for life, worked to death And all the time they lie Faith will save you Work will set you free Trust if you are moral Ora et labora... Meat processor Seething human flesh industry Praying for death in senseless life All to be devoured Just faith, and no more future No chance to flee Trust if you are moral Ora et labora... Working in carnage, working with lust And another punch, an another blast Valueless comodity, a feeble prize New carnivourous order to rise Faith will save you Work will set you free Trust if you are moral Just faith, and no more future No chance to flee Trust if you are moral Stripped from life, and torn assunder Death is cheap, just mind to plunder Bleeding and suffering, price of faith Religion will save you, expose face... Having no choice Because end should come anytime Woking for life, worked to death And all the time they lie Faith will save you Work will set you free Trust if you are moral Ora et labora...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025