In the Mouth of Madness
From the depth of Gobi dirt came one Hideous omen of demise Hunting down those fated mortal soul Chosen to serve the plague that’s unknown Corpse of deceased Are the nests of death Putrid remains Are the pawns of play Anthropoids are helpless and weak A Pestilence killed half of human breed Piles of the dead Are left and fled Those who remainеd Awaits black death!! Black holes Of puss And blood Fills mortals Horrific Suffering As thеy embrace The great plague Infested lands stinks of death Human born piles of flesh A hundred thousand mortal herd of sheep Waiting to be thrown in the plague pit Survivors are zombies among dead Trapped to be engulfed by the plague These human like Serpent child Of black death Are weapons of death A hostile Flesh eating Monsters Of suffering
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Horrific herds of cannibals Summoning the gods of doom Satanic flesh eating rituals To honor their heroes death! Paganism at its worst Hundreds of mortal herd In the dance for gore Sacrilege that knows no Violence talk to thee A feast of the dead Connecting the deceased with the living Putrid human waste To be engulfed Savage ritualistic Feast on mortal sheep And Puny human flesh Violence is a sport for god To embrace the eternal death The flesh of the deceased Strings the living with almighty death The only truth in this mortal world Reminded by their brother's flesh!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Ah puch! The fuhrer!! And Ruler of the Metnal The Bringer Of horror and dread From xibalba! The crafter of the dance of dread And horror of fire Maker of the city Of puss and agony! Malodorous Playful and evil Dressed for the hunt In a rag of flesh! Decomposed Mortal remains Ornaments The God of death!! Sadistic Lord of demise Lurks for his prey Through the eyes of the circling beast! Nocturnal beaked and winged omens of demise Summons ah puch from the lowеst of nine hells Metnal! Awaits thе mortal soul Who rides with the God of death To Xibalba! Ah puch! The Lord of the underworld The bringer of death! Ah puch The master of suffering The triumph of death! Ah puch
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
In the mouth of madness it comes Trapped in the midst of your consciousness The omnipotent human conscience The God of gods, the fuhrer of thyself Maker of I, us and them Master of the realm of your own psych The creator of beasts that haunts you Is thee! The poet of annihilation You paint the world that you dispise You feed on the puss that you bleed You hate those who feels like you do You are the sheep that follows A conscious pile of flesh All hail to the void of suffering The grim world you fear and make Behold the maker of darkness And emptiness that will presume!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
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