Grime

A lonely shape in a phantom court Where wraith lights dance from dead braziers Tortured to illuminate this immense abandon With spectral shadows of immemorial past Descent in plague-ridden dormancy A lichen king of a distant cull Stripped from grace in infamy With a rusty crown pried from his skull Immense upheaval as tides of vengeance flow A charnel earth cloaked in death The cup of fate has tipped again Destiny carved by grim malign Overruled through endless ages At the bosom of the depth Quest the calling Through realms of hadean splendour Emolliate the world In a skeletal grip of betrayal Cypress... cast last saturnine shadows The moon will spew its final glow Stars as corpselights snuffed on a grave On a forgotten world dust will settle Monarch of the apocalypse raises his chalice To this, his ultimate sanction Asphyxiate as darkness dances Under bibleblack nighted domes

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

"Fuck the world" is what he said And the bullet went straight through his head A life forsaken sufficiency Frustration, tensions warranty With blatant fury life is expelled From a once so livid shell Lifeless yet still full of life Death feeds the living Death breeds the living Formication beneath flesh and dirt Death feeds the living Death breeds the living Crisp and leathery as the bones start to show White fungi embrace the blackened skin Larvae plunge through the stomach wall The process of moulding begins Skull fractured immensely from the bullets breath Brain pulp protrudes from the wound Invasion of flies in the stinky pink matter Eyes excessively pruned Inhale the bullet as he wishes to depart From this world, without a clue Worn down to the beat of a heart And a triggered mind to undo Lifeless yet still full of life Death feeds the living Death breeds the living Formication beneath flesh and dirt Death feeds the living Death breeds the living Carcass lie bloated under the sun Rotting on a dusty mound Soul condemned to a world beyond The sand became his burial ground Inhale the bullet as he wishes to depart From this world, without a clue Worn down to the beat of a heart And a triggered mind to undo Carcass lie bloated under the sun Rotting on a dusty mound Soul condemned to a world beyond The sand became his burial ground "Fuck the world" is what he said And the bullet went straight through his head A life forsaken sufficiency Frustration, tensions warranty With blatant fury life is expelled From a once so livid shell Crisp and leathery as the bones start to show White fungi embrace the blackened skin Larvae plunge through the stomach wall The process of moulding begins

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Viral affliction racing in my veins Bloated heart pumps black clotted blood Swirling darkness is all I see Living death sustained through chemotherapy Supine and shrunken, outshined by disease As shadows weave athwart my eyes Grim destiny flails perniciously Rot away in languished dormancy As I border into shadow Supine and shrunken, outshined by disease As shadows weave athwart my eyes Grim destiny flails perniciously Rot away in languished dormancy Eyes drown in the seas of the past Forgotten lore of surviving time Spine on the verge of permanent collapse Left to die in desolation Skin contracts with desperation Eyes gaze fiercely into death Succumb to the struggle for breath Dead mouth, dry and cold Face decayed as cancer unfolds Sight blurred by contagious flow The veins inert, livor mortified glow Intubations and nasal piping squeaks Gastric spew meets the teeth, frothy flow Ballistic heart is counting down as pupils peak Seizure turns into convulsive vertigo Battle tires out As cancer eats away Chronic illness swallows up Slow release from the bones decay Mind's a turmoil Inside a cankered husk Losing the grip Transcend into dusk Supine and shrunken, outshined by disease As shadows weave athwart my eyes Grim destiny flails in victory Rot away in languished dormancy

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Thriving on fear that I instil Restless excursion, in for the kill Smashing a face, violent outburst Inflicting pain, compulsive urge To your painfilled screams I am immune Seductive coercion rigged to insert pain Threatening domination, your vanity I will maim Feel the rush of this violent compulsion Beating you senseless, my way of subduction It's the utter high to look at your rearranged face Raping and beating you until sanity leaves your gaze As my fury escalates, I need to draw blood As vitality leaves you in an oozing red flood Bloodred streams from corpses emanate As my sadistic intensions slowly incarnate Feel no remorse for this sickening trend As this bloodrush hails, I don't repent Bloodletting occupies the wound Eyes swirling in an agitated state To your painfilled screams I am immune As your eyes turn glazed, I suck in your fate

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Syringe injected into tender skin Throat is flooded as the needle sets in Tied down, brittle screams are choked Vocal chord in corrosive liquids soaked Naked scrotum stuck in a vice Executioner snarling rolling the dice Intestines churn at the sight of his tool Bones merely pulverize, blood forms a pool Canines sink into tender flesh As buttocks give way violent thrash In bludgeon he's slowly closing his mesh Vivid eyes stares at the gash Knife inserted releasing intestinal hold Vacuum seals the steel probing bold Twisting and turning the gleaming blade Liver torn as the butcher unveils his hate Bladder delivers the last cup of piss As protruding steel waives it's tomb Fetid gas emits with a hiss Releasing the tension holding the womb Blood and puss race through a soggy wound Restless vessels exempt a rancid fume Methane piped in a gastric tube From which ingested faeces slowly exude Trapped within this pointless act Find yourself screaming, backbound and gagged Gaffed and suspended in the grip of fear Knowing your final hour is drawing near Pallid skin yields to the blade Watching your own bowels emancipate Blood steams from the basement floor As jigsaw buzzes rapidly to your core Spawn of the abscess of society Five across the eyes of sobriety Inclined to dismemberment and heinous deeds I prowl the comfort of your pristine streets

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Morbid machinery, sustained monstrosity Genetic abomination in hideous atrocity Wrinkled body torn from formaldehyde Placed gently on a silver bed for slowly to revive Pipes and devices steaming, searing hot Frost subsides undo rigor mortis knot Raped in incubation by a bloody fingers poke Science of damnation in sinful deeds soak Crystallized blood regains obstructed flow Joints crack `neath skin turned black Pruned eyes gaze as fingers let go Of the grip of suspension, resurrection bestowed Torn from dormancy in the cryogenic vice Ripe for bleeding, thawed for breeding Bone piped thighs slowly pried apart Scientist of no remorse revels in his art Skin sloughed off in tatters Probing the anaemic meat Agonized and randomly incised In his conceit To his PHD of condemnation He adds another page As lobotomized pet mongoloids Are cackling in their cage Unzip into velvet revelation Sliding up the aisle within Ride the winds of rancid defecation Coalesce with jellified skin Catatonic and fertilized Yet eyes fixed and dilated The birthing of the undefined Exit the perm frozen related

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

A sorcerous existence aloft times innuendo Erect on pinnacled powers crescendo Endowed with longing for immemorial allure A nigh-forgotten vestal grace bestowed death premature In the despondency of my craft absolute I'll claim her back from 'neath cypress root And venture descent down gulfs of crepuscular depths Traversed, but by souls cursed, hellbound and unwept By blood offering and commune ith the render of veils Revealed was the dire path that leads on though the hells Armed with resolve and hexian tools of the trade A lone figure transcended the threshold of this stygian arcade He endured tribulations of deathfiends vexed Journey to ill-omened bottom ordealic perplexed But at last his abysmal course took an end In a place angels fear tread and legend portend Cacophined by etheric familiars croon Ensnared and absolved through blazing rune Divulgations of necromantic revelations stargazed Thundered the towering domes of charnel caves With wizards shrewd, guile and cunning Encircled by bloodsourced philtres bubbling Amidst pentacular conjured preserve Fabric of sepulchral reality was curved Exempt from soil by cryptic verse From death's repose a spectral Venus stirs As a blaze born on Hadean night With skin of graven marble and eyes bright lazurite A vision returned from beyond the grave To an abandoned soul which longing gave A geas to a realm unshoned by Praesepe For here to reside forever in phantom shaded matrimony

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

my face reflects Behind enemy lines Yet separated by Barbwire and mines Knee deep in freezing mud Best "pals" breath I tried to regain The worst factor is, not knowing Of the time that remains Contamination dashes in a bloody trench Poetry written amongst shrapnel and friends Sanity buckles under the weight Of steel and spraying lead Howitzers toll an ominous death knell Ear-splitting elegy above those who fell Corruption seeks a lonesome trace Gangrenous limbs or a blown off face Amputation in the killing field Infection overcomes, affection concealed Puppets of war race over the edge Commence death dance at close quarters Hope of truce torn and bloodstained A thousand lives lost and only twenty yards gained As battle tires out And bombing starts to die Dead soldiers all around With fear injected into their eyes 400.000 Britain's dead 600.000 Germans put to rest Fallen in the battle of Somme One million youngsters dead and gone

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I remember sitting in the train Though it seems ages ago, I figure that No more than a couple of weeks have elapsed since then I also remember the thoughts racing in my mind. I'd read that before going Into battle, even the most ardent veteran soldier feels the pangs of fear And I wondered why I only felt a sense of numbness in my stomach and legs Premonition perhaps? During training we'd been told by our senior officers always to keep our Carbines clean of grime.'Cleansed mine for what might have been the fiftieth time, whilst rolling Through the French countryside listening to the distant thunder.By then I didn't realise that it was the mellow booming of The Germans' Heavy artillery, shelling our line. Or, maybe, ours shelling theirs? I'd heard that even if you're dug in, in a shelter, the big howitzers Could get you In the train I split a cigarette with a guy from back home. This was his Second trip to the front. He told me how his former company was set to dig Out a bombed cellar, and how the people they found had been uninjured by The shrapnel and fire. They had been crushed by the pressure of the Detonation - their lungs had been pushed through their mouths.He also told me to swap my bayonet for a field shovel at any Given moment "When you're at close quarters, a sharpened field shovel can lob the head Off a mans shoulders. And it won't break or get stuck in the ribs like a Bayonet." That's what he said.His name is Liam, or was Liam. As I'm writing this, I can hear him Screaming. I can just barely make him out in a crater next to the German Trench. Horribly entangled in barbwire. He's not screaming for his mom or Anything. Just screaming. Maybe his throat has been lacerated. It sounds Kind of gurgling. And he's lost both his legs... Guess he won't be screaming Much longer... God I wished that I had a grenade or something, so I could end his misery Right now Well, even if I had a grenade, I doubt that I would be able to hurl it to Him.I've been holding most of my entrails back with one hand, since darkness Fell.Irony of ironies - the German that opened my stomach knew the trick with The field shovel, too.Or maybe he wasn't German at all. They have a Hungarian penal legion Posted along the line.Maybe he was one of them? I crushed his head with my respirator canister. Never thought of that as a Weapon, but in the heat of close combat, anything will do... I've seen Soldiers gouge each other's eyes with bare hands... And I saw a boy, no more Than fifteen or sixteen, rip a Germans throat out with his teeth It is madness! Mere animals clawing at each other Now in the breaks between the drumfires, I can hear the enemy mustering in Their trenches. I can hear the sucking sound of boots being yanked out of The knee-deep clay, and the dry clanging of a water-cooled MG being Reloaded.The next charge can't be far off, and yet still fear eludes me. For the First time in weeks, I'm certain of what's going to happen When the sun rises and hardens the clay, I'll be here no longer. The same Numbness I felt in train has returned, and I know my time is at hand Guess I'll be screaming no more...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 10, 2026