Stigmatised
Cognitive prowess provides a shroud for my acts To me it is merely a game An alien dialect carved in stone The sentient writings untamed All that defies abnormality Are the truths behind these forms A structure so disturbingly cold A message from the unborn CHORUS: As they guide our stumble into chaos And orchestrate our demise Formless beings that live within The fallen ones shall rise To cleanse and make man repent Is the message in the stone But it is with pride I stand against For I'll never stand alone The calling strikes into our being A fear like no other A prophecy confused as art That reveals pending disaster
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 21, 2026
Where ashen blackness grasps the land, as a scar of man's deceit The weeping woods are now a memory, decaying remnants at my feet As the winds rape the fertile soil in a sweeping tide of lust Decadence and despair are all that's left within this barren dust CHORUS: Nothing changes - Corruption Nothing hides - Deception My eyes rake the horizon for hope of fallen grace For it was within this land that I cultivated such disgrace An excuse not to live your life present in every room Hypnotic conformity invites you down towards your tapered doom
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 21, 2026
State of social instability a cascading flow of decay Formless void of society, it doesn't need to be this way Branded as one, a self, though not whole, to magnify the despair For those who bow down to the hive it doesn't get us anywhere CHORUS: Stigmatised, I'm falling down Stigmatised, victimised, traumatised, I'm falling down Shelter that has been tormented, now a structure that will breach Tortured life a priveledge that's been spared through this deceit Iniquity is the pleasure here a reward for this life of tragedy Suffering is the only victory you are able to obtain Foretold is the paradox, to save ourselves one must die Forsaken child within you cries, a tortured vessel all that's left For each and every comprimise has tempered her a life bereft Although it is to my dimay the greater good was served For those who look down with disdain will greet the pain they deserve
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 21, 2026
Living your simple life, inside your simple mind Fucked up somewhere in time Never so fucking grand, standing on common land Quickly you wither away Pain is your only way, you bloom in your family trade Take a breath as your engine breathes Eyes that roll back in your head, I take it that means your dead A problem just waiting to be Chorus: Pathetic excuse for a human being Never stop and think once of what you might have been Ritual magic to take you away Set in the same dream, the family trade A simple hell, would never tell How it felt in your dying time The truth of it, it felt like shit You never ever realised And when you're down, no love is found You seem to wither and fall each day Your family trade, is full of greed And your trade is piss weak
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 21, 2026