Gorelust / Morkeum
In the twelfth century, on a far away valley A baron condemned all those who practiced sorcery And barbarous crimes To perish in a atrocious way, Attached alive on a skate without knowing their destiny Maybe that's source of life of the human race With a beastly behaviour Purely violent, repulsive I'm condemned, like all the others No one knows what's awaiting, tied up and blind Folded the sensation of their stares My eyes can see rotten, dismembered carcass Several corpses remains, agonizing growls Others around me are impaled The mutilated deads are free Anthropologist, who takes pleasure at the sight of humans Flesh and warm blood Eager, the four horsemen ride away to devour My warm bowels I see the destiny that awaits for me I am the feast, dismembered My blood is source of life My pustrescent corpse will be devoured
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
A scientist is searching for a cure to the sclerose of the brain After several decease, he didn't know what to do He was thinking about the reasons of the sickness (And suddently discovered that it could be cured by devouring the patients' brains). I'm entering in a cold chamber Taking out corpses and looking at them with pity Nothing that I could do to save them, Probably because of the remedy injected during the treatment Using a bistoury, I carve skulls delicately Observing the grey tumor and brain putrify Now running inside my veins, The sickness is higher than disgust and this moment, II devour my patient's brain The result doesn't appear, several tries are necessary Suddenly I try again... What is the reason of my failure When I woke up I was cutting my victims, watching their organs until they die Brain devourment is a pleasure That is now daily obsession, out of my control
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
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Then children will rise To begin the reign on the human race Condemned to roam beyond life All those buried souls, hindsight of the youthfulness Vital lack for us Need flesh power from children Carnagr, infant corpses devoured Kill them, immolation Their spirits now projected in our body Their corpses mutilated, let the feast begin Now I see hope, can I survive? Free from an uncertain future, Let us create a new world The priests that we are, forever destined to obey Disciples of darklord Our souls are now en route to reach immortality A long trip to reach our goal The darkness light... holy vision
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026