A Master's Discipline
Inflicting the pain born of decades of torment Castrating the idols who will hang before me As each crumbling kingdom build from blood is undone The raped shall inherit what the weak bequeath And as the stronger arise The deamagogues of the peasants will disintegrate And all that remains shall be holy And all that remains shall be blessed Fuck your god Send him down To his master race Why enslave what can enslave? Fuck your god Prove its worth I can't resist crushing him again Fuck your god Send him down To his master race Did you think you could disarm me? Fuck your god Prove its worth With each act of spite you'll be shattered Like scattered christian ashes burnt with each act of spite you will die On my pyre die admired! Scattered christian ashes burnt Forever through the fire where te scatterd christian ashes burned Scattered christian corpses rot Rotting and steaming under judgements of a pious god
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Trapped within the nightmare of an everpresent formula Designed to bring my evolution to a state of fixed regression A plan for depressed existence personified, in part, by a bloodthirsty alter ego Sickening in its methods, an extension of the solipsists premise I'll sleep alone in the wake of my other's agression For though you may wield a power of mind subversion I shall make this vow unto you cowardly one: Until you suffer, this mind won't rest I'll commit every day to your doom And wish upon the pain you brought me Forever, unmatched, a thousand fold Dream of the day your facade fules disarray and breeds the chaos you crave Misrule depraved Grim in your ways, you'd see me sold as a slave, undignified to the grave The memory strained Live with the fear I see ingrained in your stare, the passive half domineered The hollow dread I'll batter the peer, the bleeding doppelganger A severe assault on the sense and flesh of dread Disown the temple you inhabit Or face sagacity unleashed For I am your god And you are my servile I'll piss all over your vulgar presence And spit upon the animated lie you call my own In concert the dream is absolute But alone, without guard, it will fall as easily as you will To my unrestrained wrath No force of brute or brain can conquer me Live the bastard day you dreamt The dance of this embittered wedlock A divorce as divine as suicide Dream and die knowing that you have fallen You have fallen
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Taste-test power's saline bait Lustless fuckfix; get off, pray Omnipotence by default Ideologise nothing Let the moment bear judgement Envy qua inspiration Denigrate that which will felicify you, bitch And sever parasites to case neurism's twitch Emaciated flesh brandished proudly among the best Of the grotesque vagrancy upon which your ethos rests Inviolate, spermless breed sanctificed eternally Herald the birth of the bloodied new decree The violent, rhythmic flow of rape explicitly innate In the hemorrhaging control of the vile to orchestrate Spoiled, a birth obscene No natural father would grieve At a sight so desperate Widowed, the surrogate There is no substitue for knowledge And I know I know Fine tepid sancturay in the squalid uterus A warm birthing hole where morality is the gun In stupor a disemboweling wrench from thieves The caesarean disencapsulates you and brings you to me For I know I know (that which underscores the rhythm of rape)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Swine impoverished at the hands of their own inferior breed Their mouths cries 'murder!', while their monies sanction suicide Envy and baseness cannot and will not corrupt greatness The lowly's blood-currency will purchase no crime when they've been sterilized A shameful folly that efalls an economic mastery As lawlessness as stately rule finally meets its final end In an age where ones complete uselessness represents no value The self-sacrificing servant will have his life wrecked on a thousand levels Cripple the chastised Bury them under The earth that we won The champions right Right the wrongs of a cold war's bloodshed Where to be coerced of a pittance is to surrender opulence The new ethic: to recognise might As the mar of ones capacity to conquer men With the dollar, the weapon, the lifeline, the higher power Emasculate all that mates just to populate a state of knaves Desexulaise the spawn of the never-should-be born Prostrate! And so dawns a new era Where my crippling of you is not only moral, but just Where my prosperity and supremacy go hand in hand No more envy tipped bullets of subjacent men Will pierce my life's armour and bring me down to what I'm not The invertebrate rapists of wealth shall perish I shall gain a marked profit in their infertility Cripple the chastised Bury them under The earth that we won There is no wrath like the captive scorn uncaged
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
With wicked ways of deprivation, they'll bleed the mighty Just to elevate their common law, where flesh and bone mean not a thing To the pariahs-cum-messiahs of an an altruist's paradise Of subservience supreme and extortion the rule Rape by the brood: a genius' curse, a layman's crown They polarise two ethics, to coronate another fool "TO ALL YOU HERETICS AND YOU TRAITORS WE HAVE NOW SEIZED CONTROL, OBEY US THE RULES ARE TO CONSUME MORE THAN ONE CAN HONESTLY PRODUCE OR BE SLAUGHTERED LIVING IN THIS VACCUUM OF GREED THE EMBLEM OF YOUR PUPPETRY WILL BE TO BLEED THE LAW IS TO CONDEMN A DOG WHO HATH SINNED AGAINST THE PACK TO BE SLAUGHTERED" To be slaughtered Live, slave, die Your servants life Surrendered to the might Of a master's discipline Reigning in a land of fools A master's discipline to rule Puncturing the womb of truth A master's discipline to rule To the path of ruin! The march of the ants that gather to ring in The procession of a king of power replete The procession of a king to whom we bow The procession of a king of infinite prestige The procession of a king that damns you all to serve In we another, a pest sent to consume The fruits of our labour The poisoned stem of the virility of life itself
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Marched at gunpoint through the ranks Each motherfucker to his death For every kill is sacrosant And every tomb's an honour Clinging in dependance To fewer and fewer remnants Of a life of no expectance Eyes that freedom flashed before Darkened skies of tyranny Cloud any dreams of liberty Wounds so deep they will not heal A gouging tear to control Trickle down another drop To butcher ones way to the top Leave the rest to burn and rot Cast them all aside like each bullet-ridden corpse pissing with blood Pummelling heads and tearing out spines - no respite Devaluing flesh to the price of a gun - hit and run Target the face, watch a trembling daze - see them cry Another put down, one more clone in the ground - smell them rot A live product goes under To a manufactured grave As each motherfucker to his death Gets down on his knees
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A nation built on forgery Of enemies, subordinate to a racist antiquity Drafted in ignorance, an icon of blindness An eternal unworth Like sheep we're marched into line By they, the dogs, that feed off our hostilities And turn our rational hate into false distrust You can't win a war of mind games When your logic does not stand to reason You can't create a race of equals When they're divided by their equality So burn the treaty that relegates us To second-class peasants, serfs and pawns Every foul article; render them obsolete No longer benefactors to that which destroys us Burn the treaty Burn the treaty - fuck your lie Burn the treaty - may non-virtue die Burn the treaty - burty the scorn Burn the treaty - a land reborn Crime and punishment in retroactivity Absurdity, the underhanded trump hand For the ethnic-statist, the master grifter, the cultureless struggler Witness the vehemence in the frame of his form Anachronism betrayed two peoples Supposedly free men accountable to a ruthless injustice And imprisoned for the crime of being born Into a perpetual junket; a travesty of rationality Burn the treaty
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Blood is my Inebriant Every fetid drop drives my sick impulses An envy of the slaughterd My cold desires rage Every kill's a trophy Just another victim One more to quell my pain To calm this agitation Bear witness to this malice An undying thirst for vice The sight, the smell, the taste Fear this day, it is your last Prepare for me, your die is cast Survival unreal, all hope is lost Beg now for my mercy Give me a reason and I'll fucking destroy you This power is me, a force of gods It's over, you'll see Give me another reason and I'll fucking destroy you Fuck you come get some of this shit
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Condemned to grief; I pass the sentence A longing need, to bludgeon my ego senseless Not one vein spared, not one source of life This wasting me - the figure I envisaged In this depression The shatterd mirros of reflection Carve out my grisly objective The scarred, bleeding, wretched, infected The new me Epiphanies, grim new ways of self torture The energy, a devotion to a lesser being And I still live to fight another day And still I stand only to topple again A vivid complexity of reason marks the lines But in a world devoid of sinners I'm still no saint Scream at the face of my own self-hate Depression ritual, the temple falls down In this depression I'm a victim of my own mind In this depression
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pure annihilation be my game, be my livelihood The thousands perished merely objects for my amusement Simple playthings to an overdeveloped mind A bloody blueprint for a greater genocide In effect, the consequence of crossing me Is eternal torture, an application of my misery For I'm a time that stands still, I am the perfect setting For an indulgence in your death wish flirting Dispute my influence all you want The proof will lie in how I murder you This time I won't cry, this time I'll make you my bitch As I open my eyes my lust to kill becomes clear It is the perfect crime of a passion not yet dead or dormant Give me the impetus to kill Just your presence will do Suffer through the prophecy of me The long awaited rued Glare wishfully at the gleaming blade that invites you To be privy to its sole purpose With misty eyes gaze in frozen awe at me While never in control of your destiny Die
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Consider yourself the protected Hold yourself in the highest regard But do spare a thought for change Leeway for surgical dis-slutment The menstrual pedestal you've claimed as your throne Is but a cunstoiled cover for an inherant weakness in your fibre And the extent of your psycho-sovereignty is limited beyond Any supposed sphere of control you assumed Amourous: the degeneracy in my revenge It seems your careless exploitation has left you vulnerable So grant me this opportunity to bloodily correct your wrongs Awoken by a feeling too great to numb, or pass off as one Cower under pressure as my fascination takes effect Delicately around the throat so your screams will still emit There is no stimulation like the fearless consumed by fear Harden to the point where the kill draws near - the final stare Climax above a plateu where the rivulets of blood submerse Fascinate, mutilate Fascinate, mutilate Believ your own supremacy, your need, my gain, you enamoured with a greed A baseless sentiment to whom? And what? And why would you cry freely when I can butcher you? Like I'd care to see you dangling there In disrepair, the beauty that I gifted Eyes dilate, your perfect state of being As I ejaculate - a sensory rush all too sublime Laughingly spread your legs apart Now you're fucked Fascinate, mutilate Mademoiselle, you failed Mademoisellte, you're flailing
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium And maturing damp fumes This foul menage forces tears to your eyes As the corpse's gas are exhumed.... Intoxicated by foul body odours And the nauseating tepid whiff Pinching your nostrils as you irrigate flatus From the emaciated stiff... Volatile entrails fume and steam As they're meticulously hacked during discission Evaporating sludge and bubbling pus - A rotten gaseous expiration... Maturating corpse, the stale smell of decay and rot - A sickening asphyxiation Gross remains gush, innards turn to sludge - With partial liquefaction... Smell the rot... Of the corrupted corpse.... Hallucinogenic trip... Tissue gases leak - a warm, unpleasant reek A quite macabre addiction Deteriorated, bloated corpse - decomposure burning hot Sniff the smell of carrion... [Solo: Cadaveric resin] Inhaling the dank smells As you gouge out the dripping innards with glee Succumbling to a translucid state As you sniff the aroma of necropsy... Bacterial decomposition The aroma of fungal/larval infestation Consuming, ripening slime As the cadaver is slowly wasting... Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs Body orifices clenched in your teeth As you frenziedly try to insert the bungs... Swollen, ripened corpse, the stench of crusting clots - The smell of stale perspiration Administering watery gore, you're screaming out for more - Addicted to putrefaction.... Snort the corpse... Get high on the rot... Orgasmic rush... Turns your brains to pus...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
With an inspired mind of thoughts impure I'll conceal my pain, the torture aflame Fucked in the mind Jaded design Cerebrally divine Rationale benign Feed the misery intent on destroying me Bleed from the brain, this vestige of horror Scream eternally, the possession not dying Bi-polar dreams of insipid scorn Feed the misery I sent to destroy me Bleed from the brain, introverted slaughter Laugh eternally, a masochists blood-joy Perversity - a sickness lone A violent innovation deep in my hate The taste of spite so pure, the sting of defeat I am the introperverted
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pure annihilation be my game, be my livelihood The thousands perished merely objects for my amusement Simple playthings to an overdeveloped mind A bloody blueprint for a greater genocide In effect, the consequence of crossing me Is eternal torture, an application of my misery For I'm a time that stands still, I am the perfect setting For an indulgence in your death wish flirting Dispute my influence all you want The proof will lie in how I murder you This time I won't cry, this time I'll make you my bitch As I open my eyes my lust to kill becomes clear It is the perfect crime of a passion not yet dead or dormant Give me the impetus to kill Just your presence will do Suffer through the prophecy of me The long awaited rued Glare wishfully at the gleaming blade that invites you To be privy to its sole purpose With misty eyes gaze in frozen awe at me While never in control of your destiny Die
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026