Duél

What a magical world ball! Candles flicker in the hall Party of the century Anticipation takes its toll I am entering a ballroom I have walked a thousand miles Shiny shoes and lightweight skirts Should part when I arrive Aristocracy Petty bourgeoisie His majesty Squeaks in agony Aristocracy And petty bourgeoisie Rustling in tense commotion His majesty Squeaks in agony As I show my motion My rules are mine I'll show you how it's done My rules are mine (Mine, mine) I'll show you how it's done My dance makes chandeliers shake The song I scream makes ladies faint Floorboards creak, midst the elegance chaos speaks Aristocracy Petty bourgeoisie His majesty Squeaks in agony Aristocracy And petty bourgeoisie Yeah, rustling in commotion His majesty Squeaks in agony As I show my motion My rules are mine I'll show you how it's done My rules are mine, (Mine, mine) I'll show you how it's done It's avant-garde against extravagant It's a new term in the canons of taste It's a beauty mark, a bold beauty mark On the personal freedom's face, oh-hoh-oh My voice drowns out the orchestra sound I cancel minuets, I turn you upside down Such a loud premier will never happen again Do not send me invitations anymore

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

Oh what a point in postponed joy? In grand refusal of all the pleasures, right and wrong? I crave all pleasures minus pain Let's have it my way: let it be no pain, all gain! Drowning in wine, my cup I refill Indulging in desires, I crave all the thrill! Life is so momentary, love is so brief I bask in delight. My opulence! My gift! Let it, let it be no pain Let it, let it be no pain Oblivious sleep from dawn 'til sunset Just indolence and peace. I feast on all of that Awakening brings hunger, desire's so intense! Unquenchable thirst for pleasures minus pain Deprivation in exchange for immortality Or unlimited resources of ecstasy? I've killed the fear of death and God But I am far from standing next to De Sade I'm not a theorist, I'm an expert In the science of agitation I'm a stranger to restrictions And my purpose to existence Is to taste all the delicacy of life A cult of happiness, of pleasure quintessence A bottomless delight is a natural human right Of pleasure quintessence! Forget a consequence Deterrent is an enemy of life My cup I refill, but the hunger remains Beyond the thrill a yearning sustains Now sadness of satiety is bread I'm feasting on I've been searching for something new But the margin's never grown A blessing! A grand curse!

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

Fallen asleep between roses Open my eyes among thorns I don't recognise, I don’t realise I was pushed away where I belong Here I am, just a little beetle Carried by the storm into a lake Oh dear caterpillar! O darling Mr. Toad I'm a stranger to you all. Is it my fate? Have you heard of the storm That uprooted my home? A shower crushed down on my beautiful town Then the lightning bolt struck Incerated my shack I barely survived the flame But wilted likе a tree Replanted in debris I turnеd into nothing I won't be the same Then the wind lifted my dry bones And carried away, never stopped From shore to shore, from door to door My roots will never touch the ground Oh dear caterpillar O darling Mr. Toad I’m a stranger to you all Is it where I belong? How I miss my roses And my little shack This tumbling and rolling Will not take me back

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

The grapes are falling down The grapes are falling down The grapes are falling down Please add some sober water Into heady wine Don't turn into a raging storm This peaceful night This peaceful night Here it comes, the green serpent It puts you on the path How deep is the mud In this tempting vineyard? The grapes are falling down And you pick them one by one The drunk stepped into the adult life Lukewarm winе is his blood It's not him who drinks from the bottle It's the bottlе that drinks from him It's starting here You don't drink it, you absorb it Eventually you're swallowed by the mud Here it comes, the green serpent It puts you on the path so unsure The serpent gives an umbrella on a sunny day And takes it back when it rains It holds so much annihilating power So it's turning Saints into sinners in just one hour It's starting here You don't drink it, you absorb it Eventually you're swallowed by the mud Here it comes, the green serpent It puts you on the path so unsure A foe and a friend Locks you in pirouette Shame hurts more than headache Let the green serpent slither away Let the green serpent slither away Ooh, ooh The grapes are falling down The grapes are falling down

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

Hardly in the spirit of the era Delicate and thin-skinned One appeared in front of the jury Face uncovered against the wind In this life unprepared With a script unrehearsed Beauty of looks, beauty of faults Frightened and offhand Deaf to a command Anguish in an envelope of bliss Whom to wake up in the morning? A Gregor or a Josef will it be? Neglected and abused or wrongfully accused Or eventually plague will catch me Whilе others see to the horizon I can see just beyond I'm micro-dosing hеll staying under a blissful spell My vision drinks up, the ink I dip my eyes in You came into the world unloved But love has found you through a word Cupid pierced your chest with nibs The void will bleed with inks The void will bleed with inks Absurd of my existence I’m aching through persistence The pen will slit the heart The pen will slit the heart The void will bleed das nichts I showed my bare face It was ripped off like a mask As they stepped upon a throat of my own song Unmasking comes in price All that pure is compromised In exclusion I cement myself alas Now I am just a ghost at the attic Life for me is doing time The world has shut me down But it's more than just fine Not everything has purpose, nothing happens for a reason How absurd, what a treason for a man We are lonely, don't feel sorry And at night when there’s no glory Laugh without interruption to cough blood Absurd's my existence Oh how absurd

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

My servant, my master My leash, my leash and my pet Madam Melancholy Set down, set down on my bed She gave me a glass of dark bile Her face shone with a tragic smile I learnt to live with you My beauty in blue So subtly and keenly I'm feeling She gave me a glass of dark bile Her face shone with a tragic smile She fed me a piece of a pie As black as the glass of dark bile There is nothing wrong It's a temperament I own Thе lifestyle of anguish Is a true phеnomenon In the school of moods I've mastered sadness I've examined the world Through the lens of self-reflection Where is my soul? It's outside It's around me and I must claim it I'm so glad, glad as I can be That's not madness, I bathe in anxiety My servant, my master My leash, my leash and my pet Madam Melancholy Set down, set down on my bed She gave me a glass of dark bile Dark bile

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

Which one will it be today? The one that sits patiently under penalty From past raptures with endless scriptures Written of regret-filled prophecies Or the one who lives with no leader Aimlessly passing the time between sleep Slowly blurring the lines Between awake and dreaming Unrighteous and alive Draw your weapon, just draw your weapon Just draw your weapon Before I draw mine! What have I done to myself today? Did I not lеarn my lesson or count my blessings? I sing my sorrows once again I madе my bed and I'll lie in it Draw (draw, draw), draw your weapon Draw (draw, draw), draw your weapon Draw (draw, draw), draw your weapon Draw (draw), draw your weapon Before I draw mine Now that I know I cannot ever turn my back on you I find myself thinking in spirals revealing dysfunction of what I always knew Draw (Which one will it be today?) Which one will it be today? Draw (Who will win the draw this day?) Who will win the draw this day? Draw (The timeless battle has begun) The timeless battle has begun Draw (Take no chances, draw my gun) Take no chances, draw my gun Now that I know that you won't turn your back on me I find myself digging deeper further down The hole I'll one day come to know I'll one day come to know Draw (draw), draw your weapon Draw (draw), before I draw mine Draw (draw), draw your weapon Draw (draw), before I draw mine Draw (draw), draw your weapon Draw (draw), before I draw mine

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

Behind closed doors, twisted endeavours Are tangled to stain my name Rumours soaring through the air A clammy whisper pours into my ear A fiction tailor-made Exclusively for me No given chance for truth Nonsense came to sway A tongue so sly! (A tongue so sly) Infectious bite! They've been living in the woods Praying to a wheel The voices negatively tuned Collecting stones to kill Where lions become kind Jackals grow sly It's their false bravado That catches my eye A fiction tailor-madе Exclusively for me No given chancе for truth Nonsense came to sway They rush with muzzles off To enter heaven through the backdoor After breaking a nose of every beautiful thing Their grace (Their grace) is the second to none Is the second to none They entertain a thought irrelevant! In triumphant tone they scream their slander A tongue so sly Infectious bite! I never said it That's where you landed And turn their bullshit Into the epic What you don't know of Pass over in silence Why do I need their envy for free? They give me their own stones that were meant to kill me The stones are then turned into sand The truth will be told firsthand Let the whispers fade Let the truth prevail! Make the hate subside Through the test of time

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

In the winter's icy grip Where the snowflakes gently slip A duel unfolds, a code of honour they abide Two strangers face to face, a match of two collide Revenge seeks solace, to the barrier they stride Pistol poised, a defenceless target in sight Cornermen whisper setting point of honour right A banned practice, a distance of ten steps away Where hardly ever onе's aim goes astray, oh Barrel to barrel Pick a sidе Pistols poised, barrel to barrel The luck's on the winner's side A life-threatening dance where reputations ride Place your bets, place your bets To win or to lose is in the duel's embrace My excuse is to define the truth In the battle between me and you Reconciliation seems nothing but a dream As we step to the fore in the winter's gleam Pick a side, pick a side Stakes are high, stakes are high In the tarnished snow a dead honour will lie The bloodier the better I say And to the last blood I'm gonna stand Amidst the smoke and cries of pain A moment of doubt, a chance to reclaim There's no way to hide, the wounds run deep and wide The choice to heal or let revenge reside No painkillers I need I deserved it all indeed (Though) Though I'm down on my knees I have battled my old me

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026