a.Nimal f.Lesh - looma liha
Before the creation of good With evil I used to be friends Close we were like brothers once Two bearers of same brand But time did come to separate To take on different roads I walked the path of smaller gift While he was sanctified Before the creation of good With evil I used to be friends Close we were like brothers once Two bearers of same brand But still we meet from to time And drink some purple wine Discuss the course and goals and joys Of our very different lives And since our last encounter Milleniums have passed I must admit I miss him much This friend — the best, the last Still I am sure that when we meet Once more we drink some wine When order or its rightful breed — when chaos rules again
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I feel my heart stopping Just once after every beat The spirits of blood don't want Too long to share my company I pass by my life's stop In the carriage of dread Can I rent a palace In the slum of the dead? I sense the hum of my thoughts I hear my sighs of bliss I scream for my heart to stop Just a little bit more after this A child and an old man sit In a dungeon of train of life One — a past of great weight The other — its future so bright
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I sat, in time and space In a time where there was nobody In a spce with no doors at all In a room where no one's alone In a timeless void of each-otherness I watched and sighed against the falling stars Counting my saved shudders Savouring my scars On my trip I assisted the sparks Stroking their sons in the dark In the wind, in the clouds of scare Knotting wire into your hair The sun and the moon rose hand in hand And the moon cast a sad glimmer I'm walking through the tunnels Unwillingly towards everything And all — step not on the righteous path Thread your way around the roads you've walked I was and was dancing seated Listening to the sounds of entirety Rooting out the tree of life I saw the roots that stretched... And stretched... and stretched And are still stretching
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
You look into my eyes What do you see? Maybe you can see my mind In pain and misery Crying for yesterday Laughing for tomorrow Don't forget that awful fate That drows you sorrow I try to rent my footsteps I try to sell my smile I try to live my own life Until the day I die Are you gonna make me happy Are you gonna make me sad Let me be so bad and ugly Go and tell how mad I am I try to rent my footsteps I try to sell my smile I try to live my own life Until the day I die I try to leave my life 'coz I know today I'll die
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
The hate I feel Will change your fate These lies you mean We'll desecrate The rubber heaven The plastic hell Nobody wants Your handmade god you sell The mind should crush Your wicked race The world would be A better place The flame is growing You'll burn in shame I blame you — sucker For Christ your name
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I sat, in time and space In a time where there was nobody In a spce with no doors at all In a room where no one's alone In a timeless void of each-otherness I watched and sighed against the falling stars Counting my saved shudders Savouring my scars On my trip I assisted the sparks Stroking their sons in the dark In the wind, in the clouds of scare Knotting wire into your hair The sun and the moon rose hand in hand And the moon cast a sad glimmer I'm walking through the tunnels Unwillingly towards everything And all — step not on the righteous path Thread your way around the roads you've walked I was and was dancing seated Listening to the sounds of entirety Rooting out the tree of life I saw the roots that stretched... And stretched... and stretched And are still stretching
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Before the creation of good With evil I used to be friends Close we were like brothers once Two bearers of same brand But time did come to separate To take on different roads I walked the path of smaller gift While he was sanctified Before the creation of good With evil I used to be friends Close we were like brothers once Two bearers of same brand But still we meet from to time And drink some purple wine Discuss the course and goals and joys Of our very different lives And since our last encounter Milleniums have passed I must admit I miss him much This friend — the best, the last Still I am sure that when we meet Once more we drink some wine When order or its rightful breed — when chaos rules again
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
The hate I feel Will change your fate These lies you mean We'll desecrate The rubber heaven The plastic hell Nobody wants Your handmade god you sell The mind should crush Your wicked race The world would be A better place The flame is growing You'll burn in shame I blame you — sucker For Christ your name
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026