Human Remains

Una salus victis nullam sperare salutem Perfer et obdura dolor hic tibi proderit olim

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

I am the messenger - I come to you this day Bringing dreadful warnings - heed what I say Hark well on my words, and do not delay Your faith will be the spade With which you'll dig your own grave I have knowledge, I have seen What our master has decreed From this day it shall be On Earth as it is in Hell Vile venomous visions infest my dreams Foul forthcomings my brains unseem The wheel is spinning, Spawned is the seed Of the devil incarnate - evil extreme Our Father where are you Now your prophecy's coming true When your children scream and cry When we suffer and will die On Earth as it is in Hell Who can we believe in - who do we turn to now? Who will be our saviour in the end? What's the final answer - submit to the evil lord? The tempter? - or "holy one" by who we are condemned?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Roses blister on his skin, fill him full of lies, withered posies crumbling in his hand Destroy the lucky amulet, and damn us with the flies, read the last rites "Blessed be the people" is a mockery, from clergy which approves the kiss of death Ring-a-ring the children sing, the black plague bells are heralding The funeral pyre, for beggar, priest and king No, no, no - nobility's no sanctuary Flee, flee, flee - the rat's bubonic flea But the scourge is everywhere, England weeps in her despair And in misty eyes a cure cannot be seen Raging pox and pestilence are dripping with blood The slavering black dog roams everywhere Smite the one he bites, and drags the ones he misses down, the worst is yet to come As 1665 turns into 1666, a dread like none before grips every man As the prince of darkness sets aloose his wicked bag of tricks Will the evil lord unleash His masterplan? "This plague and the impending conflagrations are signs from God And thus we, the flagellants, shall inflict punishment Upon our bodily flesh and other earthly manifestations To atone for the sins of the world" Satan had sent out a plot as cruel as it was grand, To raze away the English capital As the final time began, he brought the flames to make his stand And thirteen times the baker shook his hand In the hellish heat of his retreat, the devil did a spy The souls of London town were ripe for taking From the depth of his disguise, through the black slits of his eyes The fallen angel watched the city die Fire, fire, fire - is burning London town Try, try, try - to beat flames down But the heat is too intense, and its thirst cannot be quenched And London's burning to the ground Ring-a-ring o'roses, a pocket full o'posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! - we all fall down

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

VERSE 1 I LOOSE MY TONGUE AND TELL ALL WHO WILL LISTEN AND BEG OF MY FRIENDS TO ASSUME MY POSITION PRETENDING BELIEF, THEY TRY TO EXPLAIN BUT CLEARLY THEY REALLY BELIEVE I’M INSANE VERSE 2 DESPITE THE INTENSITY OF ALL THAT I HAVE SEEN MY RIGID CONVICTION – IT WAS NOT A DREAM THEY SOW SEEDS OF UNCERTAINTY DEEP IN MY MIND THEY PLANT DOUBT AND QUESTIONS, ATTEMPTING TO BLIND ME BRIDGE MY TREMBLING ARM IS TAKEN BY A STRANGER’S OUTSTRETCHED HAND HIS GRIP IS FIRM, HIS VOICE IS STERN, AND I SUCCUMB TO HIS DEMANDS CONFUSED (AND NOT A LITTLE SCARED), I AM TAKEN TO A ROOM WHERE BUT ONE SINGLE CANDLE FLAME RELIEVES THE HEAVY GLOOM THERE DO I RETELL MY TALE, NOT ONCE, BUT MANY TIMES AT LAST, BELIEVED, I AM RELIEVED, CONTENTMENT NOW IS MINE VERSE 3 ALL AT ONCE THEIR SYMPATHY AVERTS TO RIDICULE THEY SCORN ME AS THEY WOULD A CLOWN, A JESTER, OR A FOOL “WE BELIEVE YOU MY FRIEND”, MY CAPTOR WRYLY SAYS THOSE THINGS YOU SAW WERE REAL ENOUGH – BUT ONLY IN YOUR HEAD VERSE 4 SO AM I INSANE? NOW I’M NOT SO SURE FEAR SURROUNDS ME AS I WALK OUT THE DOOR TRAPPED IN THIS LABYRINTH OF DOUBT AND CONFUSION DENIAL OF ALL IS MY ONLY SOLUTION

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 17, 2025

God cursed my vile obscenity - and cast this wretched pox on me Thus to annul my blasphemy - must I endure hell's purgatory This plea I proffer unto thee - O mentor of my destiny I beg thy blackened soul - to take this wretch within thy clemency From barren realms of morbid fear - this foul tempestuous cross to bear O Satan I beseech thee to have mercy on my soul Even as I speak marasmus eats my flesh as I resign myself To suffer sinners sentence of eternal scorching flame Wracked with pain I crawl away to find some stinking hole To vainly pray for succor to my weary vanquished soul Satan I bow to the devil - Satan I crawl to the devil All at once through acrid smoke I peer, terror grips my heart Mesmerized, I fawn before the evil prince of darkness Putrid pus seeps from my eyes, the sulphur burns my flesh Where art thou Lucifer? What must I do to end this living death? Assuming shape of goatlike man the tempter stands before me And speaking slowly, summons wretched sinners seeking sanctuary "Your blasphemy will be undone the day you hail the darkest one" De profundis clamavi ad te Domine, Domine exaudi vocem meam Quia apud Dominum misericordia, Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui sancto Uoyk cuf dnayna pmoc ruoyk cufwo nemtak oolt sujtu bsde erbflahg nik cufoy Revoem dek cufuoy nehtefil ymmor fsrae yneeth gieko o tuoy revir dikkin ecnerwal Mloclam njip iptreb nos ggyr tgise nra jbek ctred sevy stred sred nely noh tna For selling my divinity a blackened angel I shall be And never more must I endure Hell's wrath - hell's fire - hell's curse - hell sent Hell's toll - hell bells - hell raise - hell bent Hell's gates - hell's woe - hell's wrath - hells end Thus he annulled my blasphemy And scoured the plague of plagues from me Innocently I believed that I possessed immunity Then bitter truth did dawn on me That I must spend eternity In hades (not in penance) but in base servility

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Hello! Good evening! Welcome to the show! Here's some information That we think you should know We are intent on inciting you - Hellbent on exciting you Let the battle commence It's a full-scale attack, There is no holding back Over the top we go - charge! Fire rages in this domain, Still we stand our ground, In defiance we remain Using every single trick To hold you in our spell I bid you welcome to Hell We are the hunters - our task is to hunt you But we shall taunt before we confront you We tantalise and tease, but our aim is to please This quest we must achieve By hook or by crook we shall force you to pay Then the prey will pray Primaeval masochists gathered in hordes pleading for mercy - then begging for more Like a primitive rite - in the black of the night, pagans, one and all Your heart starts to pound as your feet stamp the ground, literally shaking the floor I defy the very devil to dare to cross my path, if he did, I swear to you - He would suffer from my wrath, the sharp end of my tongue is more lethal than the sword My magic incantions would crush him to the floor, we give you our all - it's a question of pride We bare our emotions, we have nothing to hide

Who live by the sword shall likewise die, and in their bloody beds shall lie I pledge myself to slay this beast, and when this deed is done shall I In noble death or glory rest, when breath has fled its savage breast This loathsome task I must perform, and thus my earthly fate is sworn God's hideous carnage wrought upon - the devil's deadly weapon Hear the sound of distant thunder, the time has come again The pagan gods with their whips all lashing, roar the sound of Satan's name Bursting up through sodden wastelands, a dire and fearsome sight The hideous blackened lords of Hell are come to try your might Soul destroying - mind corrupting - eyes of fire - rancid breath Leaving roots of manhood bleeding, emblazing trails of death Hell spawns fire - the devil is within us - a funeral pyre for all Out of the brimstone mire - Satan is within us Seething with rage and bent on destroying us all What worthless creatures flock behind him? Sinners seeking grace? Wildly wielding wicked weapons, resting souls to waste Painted lakes are stained with crimson - rivers burst their bloodied banks Shredded sinews, burning bodies, panic reigns amongst the ranks Soldiers from their graves rising, lift up our hopes of salvation Saintly swords from scabbards leaping, scatter the devil's creations Horses eyes in sockets bulging, charging again and again Snorting nostrils flared with anger, from our breasts leap flame The devil turns his pointed tail and fires a vile retort As we vomit and phlegm, he rekindles his men, and commences the second onslaught Butchered, slaughtered, hung, drawn and quartered Massacred, murdered, and maimed Flayed alive, crucified, bellies ripped open wide Disfigured, dismembered and slain Our gallant defenders are rendered senseless, helpless we watch them die With the stench of defeat growing stronger and stronger We scatter and flee for our lives On earth, the mighty gates of Hades, shuddering, slowly lurch In storms the noxious and victorious hordes of Satan's church The devil is within us all...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Searching for something - I look to the open door I feel a raw anticipation I have never known before Strange sensations shake my senses to the core My head is reeling, but my body craves for more If you truly believe in what you do Your dreams one day will come true If you truly believe in what you do One day your dreams will come true Braving the unknown I walk through the open door Could this be my reincarnation? I have felt this thrill before The revelations of rebirth fill me with the greatest awe My addiction to adrenaline screams for ever more

When shall we three meet again - in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly's done, when the battle's lost and won That will be ere that set of sun Where the place? - upon the heath And there to meet with Macbeth To Macbeth and Banquo came the three sisters weird Macbeth they met with titles that were strange to his ears "Thane of Cawdor, king to be" - so went their prophecy That wretched name Cawdor seemed to breed treachery The thane that came before, and Macbeth did agree By Duncan's death all of the land would fall to aching hands Double, double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble Be bloody bold and resolute and never fear death For no man of woman born shall ever harm Macbeth A guilty and tormented soul, so deeply steeped in sin The gory glory's bloody story mauls Macbeth within Dreadful frights - grisly sights - sleepless and tormented nights Macbeth's ill-gotten gains are plagued by nightmare's savage bite Witches' words recalled - soothed his pain, brought him calm Macbeth believed himself to be free from all harm He was yet to meet the man who would make him despair his charm Dunsinane's battle was over and won Almost before bold Macbeth was undone Macduff tolled the knell of Macbeth's coming doom When he was untimely ripped from the womb Charged with a task long before he was born Macduff was the one not of woman born

I find it hard to see that in this modern age So many people are easily outraged They shouldn't be such narrow-minded fools I think the puritans have more than had their say And I for one am bored with all their rules I'm sick and tired of people telling me what to do Self-appointed guardians - no better then me or you Save us from those who would save us They make the barriers and we must break them down We must ensure they're stopped before They got a proper foothold in your mind Narrow-minded fools They'll conscript your conscience, they'll make you bow and cower So watch your step, they're never far behind

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Constrained, I find no solace here, my finite quest lies paralysed Sequestering dreams internally - indemnify my will to die Closed iron bars adorn my home, a palisade? A palindrome? The red regalia's savage chafe.....has sealed this bastard's fate An annuloid penitentiary, in which humanity suffers brutality An aristocracy of inconsistency, whose hierarchy exalts monotony But your apology is sheer hypocrisy - a masquerade with no integrity Forever drowning slowly in a sea of deathly dreams A caustic embrocation to the mental wounds of fear Is this fantasy? - or insanity? Mindless fascination with the cracks which rise and fall Constant masturbation to the pictures on my wall An epitaph to frustration, a nightmare, base disorientation A hopeless quest, I cannot rest, A shackled man, withheld, oppressed Pallor taints my haggard face, I strain and struggle to remain A member of the human race Smash! Lash! Slap! And crack! - stretched and wrenched upon the rack Whipping, dripping, stripping slices cruelly from an aching back Piece by piece, torn apart, but still they cannot break my heart Or my spirit's deep elation This butchery, a bloody proof for those who cannot hear the truth Should not be loosed on any nation

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025