Choking on the Stench of Mankind
Despaired in mind, damned human kind, annoying, corrupted, in misery you cry Buried in sin your ptiful lives, keep asking for help as you slowly die Destroyed the gift that life has brought Infecting the masses with illness and scorn Your system defaults I assume that has bugged, is your pressure that fails, or your stupidity don't you see, you haven't the right to wash my brain Go fight for freedom as it won't long last or your drugged mind will last it forever Maybe is not Jesus that we hate, Maybe is what we have in common you want them dead, as I want you too What's your final conquest tell me Mine is your total extinguish Try remember me as we meet again some other time in the bloody fields of war and I can sense your fear as you screaming die for your miserable beliefs Excessive symmetry to how my bullets go through your head you wish one of them pass through your fucking brain but I ensure you, I won't do it cause that's the best part of it Pain!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
When you see, the death up close, you understand the value of life Wake up from your nightmare, it's for real disgusting pig your smell of dead flesh surrounds your pray your ignorance in high disgrace pathetic humans the pity of your simplicity I shall tremble your will to live I see death in me I see the sickness, through darkness that embraces me I shall see the light, from the death of mankind choking on the stench, of humanity choked in my dreams, frozen eternal
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Mankind driven by greed and lust no morality, just stupidity Vacant eyes the mirror of a desperate existence andaimless dreams Drowning in sin and decay, forgetting the hollow words of your dead prophet, nailed and impaled on his wooden cross the epitome of my vision of apocalypse Your ignorance offends me, leaves me trembling with hate and disgust I will deliver my judgement, one severed head at a time No one will be spared, you will all kneel before me And play your role in my obscure theatre of death The time has come, the curtains are drawn Get ready for the final act! Hidden in the shadows I see you I follow you I come from behind, I am ready I am your plague I am your god, and I make you my sacrifice Violent death is your only release, as you take your final bow Worthless scum no one will pity you Worthless scum you won't escape I wipe the smile off your face and deliver my judgement Painting my pain in your skin, trembling, I feel whole again As I slit your throat and bathe in blood, your dying breath warms my soul The knife drops from my hand, my beating heart stops I am happy, just for a second I am the blood lord And my legacy has begun
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
The wrath that born inside me, is the heritage I own? the unfulfilled promise of Zarathustra this world will suffer our veneance Is it my soul, or my destiny Its all mine after the pain, sickness I inherited I own them, I use them creating a world from destruction Elusive war of the minds Flickering in desperation for freedom a false fake approach of life all that was given, now its gone
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Our prophecy of pain shall be revealed upon the last day of your despicable life Baptised in sin, our vision is clear longing for the purity of damnation guided by death we tread the forbidden path and reach the point of revelation the grave of your fallen god our decomposing hearts deny the sacred blood of your long forgotten saints we will rid you of your pious false beliefs shatter the icon, spit the blood of christ disgrace the souless followers of the lamb embrace the darkness, make the last stand
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Lay in your vomit spitting your own blood Tearing apart your throat and heart questioning yourself for the reason of your existence Look in the mirror, see the beauty of your vanity see the disgust of your soul raping every drop of remaining dignity who created you? who guided to follow the ethic of nonsense? was it God? was it your false humanity? think of the roots of your forbidden past remember all the pain remember the day of our birth the smell of the fresh blood on our body that's what we are meant to be, slaves of this carrier... This riddle you can't solve... The riddle of life... I've got the solution follow me, it isn't far
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026