Fall of Icons

It comes In tidal waves soothing and cold hypothermia of the minds sets me free, releases me vows of grandeur sincerly spoken naively believed this is what I sell promise of ecstacy swallowed by the masses cherished by we all devastating birth pains of bliss will bring you down to your knees necessary purification before paradise vows of supremacy indoctrination of the lost I will buy your life pay my debts with strife this is for your own good fear of tomorrow what have I become no hope for the absolution behold, the judgment is here today icon of pure deception my words are of acid now the boiling blisters cover you all over benevolence is gone compulsions left ded end existence that I forced you to and this I swear I will lay your world to waste the realm in my shade oblivion is nigh so very nigh

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Welcome to the Devolution of man Regression to a primate Descent to the turmoil of cruelty Eruption of pure cold hate Sweeps trough our heads Like a blastwave Common sense all wiped out Fighting for the ignorance Desperate to be blind So reluctant to see So eager to make a fist The sound of enragement Too intoxicating to forget No shame, no regrets Smoke filled lungs Mist filled minds Lives build on false ideals Lead by dead morals Fragile bones Fragile souls All that we ever wanted Scapegoats to the slaughter It will all go down in flames Pour the gasoline Set the world ablaze With your righteousness The memorial for compassion Again the words are futile Not a thing will be changed Paralyzed into a sculpture Statues of blackened wrath Loathing of life Doctrines of death So cold, so right The new breed of fools Vicious circle Of rightful vendetta Never changing statues Time to fall from grace Time to bring the end Time to descent Time to pray for the end By the end we had accomplished nothing

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

He sits in a corner Awaiting for his second death Life is just a phantasmagoria Failing gods Emerging scars He is still waiting for the dawn Ghastly shapes in the ceiling Enduring visions of torment Burned to retinas Cacophony behind the eyes Never ceases its song Hell is all about repetition Eternity in seconds And for a brief moment Purgatory around him was silent Calm before the storm She ascends Her laughter is a rope An iconoclast Suffocating truth Happiness was the cyanide She grabs him Holds him tight Like he did Whispers his sentence Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Face the judgement Embrace the cold He quenches his thirst with pain By a cold blade to the gut Grabs the handle with a smile A twist of a knife Nothing was lost here

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The path grows wild behind me Something stalking Stalking around me You have found me I’ll break the hour glass To free the sands That I gathered For nothing Carve your name under my skin The mark of the beast, the mark of the divine Swallow my soul, swallow me whole Consume my existence I cut myself open Bury you inside me I pour the filth out Bury you underneath You reach from the depths Hands around my throat, around my mind Hold on tight With a grip that devours my life We have reached the point Of inevitable solution An ugly sight Still our eyes are gazed on upon it Then we act Laughing

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Repentance knocks At the door He smiles with his Rotten black smile “Hurry up, no time to waste” “All that you miss is there” Finally we arrive In the mansion of guilt “You are already late” He says with a grin Guide me To the field of solitude “They are all alone” When I walk behind the rows They are watching I hide I didn’t want this The insanity, the burden My shoulders weren’t strong enough Oh God, Don’t lay this upon me They are all alone I stand behind the rows Then I wake up To the sound of.. A distant echo Ringing in my ear The dream that went stale Tear through the canvas of all these years Through the painting of my mourning Suddenly The aisles are getting narrower Crushing me Pushing me away Towards the altar of sleep Towards the despair I rise, I walk Step by step Closer to the mirror of anguish Too scared to look Too guilty to turn away I stare the tree Beside me Lay down the words That were meant to be Prepare myself I slip away This is the final song as a reminder Of a distinguished light The final hymn for a house That was burned down all too soon Goodbye

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025