Horror of the Zombies
Strolling through my boneyard A ghoulish midnight stride A walk among the corpses Fills my heart with pride... A score of screaming victims To me they scream no more Forty or four hundred, I've lost count Buried 'neath the earthen floor... One by one they met their doom Through macabre and nepharious means Midnight in my boneyard The wind blows through the trees...
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway mishap Blood and twisted steel are dnine The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love And the cadaver I carry will be mine My lover and I are pathetic Fellating the bones of the dead Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses Sodomizing the worm eaten head... We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I, By the sanguine stench of the deaceased We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... [...solo: Scott ...] Jars of preservation fluids Inhale the nauseating fumes On the wall decaying purulent corpses Putrefying in my room... I feel the clots on my face and skin The carnage of the violently expelled Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff Explose with carnal joy among the entrails Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death My inhibitions existing no more French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath Making love to the cadaverous whore We are psychotic, my lover and I Only the sick couls share our delight We take turns mounting the detestable stiff Our moans continue through out the night... The jellified skin running through my hands The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love The love a corpse cannot give too much... I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... [...solo: Scott ...] I work for the streetcleaner And though it's never been said It's fun to be paid To dispose of the recently dead The insane lust of the necrophile A bizarre emotion that cannot be described The thrill of violence and its horrible result Creates an urge from which our sickness derives Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight To quench our desires, it's what we must do Beware if you drive on the highway tonight The next cadaver we fuck might be you!!!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated mess I spill your fucking entrails Nail a spike into your head Shove a sword down your gullet Until you're fucking dead... My dreams ... your nightmares My obsession... your affliction I yank out your brains... You think I'm insane? Is this some morbid fantasy You've been dying to fulfill? Or is it just a vision You're obsessed with still? Is it your face or my hideous laugh? Is it the knot in your stomach's slack? Is it an illusion? or is it real? Is is your fate? or your face I peel?
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Wearing the disguise of the working class I use my occupation to fulfill my desires, When you're dead you'll be mine at last You cold, naked body, recently expired How can I resist your sagging breasts? Lain on the table, you smell of sterile death When I put the embalming needle into your flesh so blue I place my throbbing penis inside of you... My tools are ready... your insides to dispose I caress your slick abdominal cavity... my desire grows I lick your icy ear and fondle your lungs and toes I come... while my tongue is buried in your nose... OHH... [...solo: Scott ...] The stench of your decay arouses me... alone in the prep room no one to see our disgusting sexual lust, no one will know... I'm alive, you and I are all alone... I want... to take... your cadaver home... I swear I'll never leave you... always yours... my love... [...solo: Scott ...]
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Your life is in danger... Beware of the cannibal whores Keep your distance from the uncivilised humans Observe their daily ritual of desvration and dismemberment Bamboo shelters degrated with carcasses A village of poverty and paranoia Pestilence and unsanitary conditions are the causes of death The mortality rate increasing, the lost race decreasing A population of sinners, victims victims of god Their elderly die of infection and rot Smell the pile of burning flesh Charred dead, flames engulf rigor mortis The fortunate ones eat one another to remain alive The screaming victims are unheared as they're eaten alive The slaughter continues throughout the night Fires made to cook meat and cartilage Maggots nest in the entrails, carrions in pools of waste Cannibals without conscience, hunger is reason A nightmare scene, detached genitalia on dansling spleen Parasite feasting on its limbs Chances of survival are slim Dance with mind demons, inhuman behavior Stenches beyond repulsive, guts splatter starving faces A hell on earth, origin of ancient atrocity birth Psychotic perversion, masturbatory motions Necrophilia... feed the sickening psyche Your fate to encounter the malicious, cursed tribe... SCREEEEEEAAAMM!!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left Trapped in this cage, locked up with the rats The vermin and filth, how long can it last? The cannibals dance and dig my grave For me all hope is lost An amazonian camping trip I prepare to pay the cost They killed my fellow travelers, Mutilated one by one Decapitated my lovely wife Then raped her body just for fun! In this wet hold I wait my time is yet to come I wait the hours crawl by... why am I the only one? The hour of doom approaches near, I clutch my brain in fear They crawl slowly to me... my god, I cannot see!!! Motionless, chained fast by fear For me all hope is lost I ventured where I dare not tread And now i pay the cost! My place is not here, yet here I die And peace I have not found... My head is severed at the neck, It falls silently to the ground...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Returned from the hunt, armed to the teeth Return triumphant to my village, my village is asleep The cool night air inspires me, my lust I can't control I select a captured mate in silence, to the altar we go... I like to eat pussy, I like to eat fish I'd like to eat your entrails, this cannibal's favorite dish You are my bethroded, my white blond queen I lie you to wall of wote and make love to your spleen! Your mine forever, you breathe your last Ritual marriage, my love for you is cast Our union consume-mated, your organs I stick Your blood in my mouth, your blood on my prick
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Stalking through the black of night Unholy ghoul's lust for blood The human vampire in the crypt The seek dead flesh to carry on Their morbid life no one can save... Defiling the grave... Cement bonds are torn away The insane might they now display Their hunger for the stench of death To violate the resting place The unholy fiends, the blood they crave... Defiling the grave... [...solo: Mark...] Ripping caskets inside out The evil ghouls scream and shout And dance with corpses in the night Devour the rotten flesh The maggots crawl in the Satan's name... Defiling the grave...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions"... No restaurant or cafe is safe from my attack I file among the cooks and chiefs From kitchen to kitchen I plant my "surprise" Discreetly to avoid early detection The next day the news blare my psychotic feats With joy, the terrorism has shocked and offended I take my urine and steaming feces Smear it and mix it within the food you eat! Terrified the city locks the doors of tempered cafes The restauranteurs and patrons revulsed My warm shit burritos can kill... Some folks use bombs, others use guns I find my way deadlier and more exacting My bodily excrement washes your gums Later, fluids bubble from your nose Outbreaks of staph throughout this fucking town The fear is contained and profound The market's my next step, to piss in the milk No one is safe... I spread my hate around Your skin bubbles and smells Your guts burn, you squeal The bile in your throat is gastric acid Your terror will never heal! You fear to eat again I know my revenge is complete To commit such a horrible task To remember my atrocious deeds... To not forget...
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds The day begins in a very somber way The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue The stench of sterilized deacay... The hideous signal... I open my eyes, livid with sweat Obnoxious film... but where have I been? Strapped to the table, burning fluids course within my veins Mortific eyes cannot dissuide that I see... My plight is realized, I am dead but I see... I feel the pain of the rush of formaldehype, The brittleness of my bones And they said I would never live again The buzzing in my brain The never ending pain The hunger I possess Within this rotten mess I break the straps and rise to feed The necrotic fluid bubbles, human viscera I need Corner the fightened doctors, they say this cannot be As I devour their pulsing flesh, their blood will comfort me [...solo: Scott...] My cohort rise from their crypts The morgue is in terror, blood rolls from our lips Some mangled bodies strewn in chaotic disarray Breakfast is served at the Manchester morgue The beginning of a horrifying day... No end in sight Our number multiply...
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025