Delusions
A cold wind among the peaks Sings a song of ice warriors Here, where the art of suffering Chose the bravest hearts Pushing boulder up the hill In the frozen world I left behind The last piece of life Struggling for breath I agreed to climb higher Stand on top of the world Choke with freedom I did not meet angels I did not find God Here I am a man In the dehumanized world A cold wind soothes the soul Sings a song of triumphant Even if I would not return I beat my weaknesses Flogged with chains of storm I became the Titan Slashed with ice daggers I have become immortal
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
The storm cannot muffle The Whisper of my prayer In my body I am the Lord And quiet words are stronger Than the element I look away from the storm Listening to the voice of ancestors In a solace I found the signs Directing me to the path of destination Guided by the mantra of life: Love, lust,happiness I give you your golden paradise Blackened from the plague of ownership From a whisper the scream is born And a suffering sky collapsed In the trembling air Words of my mantra float
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
(Text is a monologue of a man taking part in the combat during the Dukla-Presov operation in September 1944 between the armored units of the Red Army and the Wehrmacht in the area of the Iwełka River Valley and the peaks of Dania and Chyrowa. It is considered by the historians as the biggest mountain operation in the second World War. Local inhabitants called this place the Death Valley.) Help me God! I've stepped into the Valley of Death Look as I'm trampling over corpses Crumbling bones of my friends Bathed in fire, fire and blood Guide me Lord there's nothing else left In the midst of hell created by men Cover me with your peace Or bring darkness on me Give me strength Almighty to stood without fear In the middle of a fiery storm In the golden streaks of fatal rain Purify my soul
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
Nim słońce wyśni By noc spłonęła My, zbudzimy swe nowe pragnienia
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
With the hype the dust settled down And scream emanated from the ruins Images painted with blood Seem to be unreal Eyes covered with sand Can’t cry no more Pieces of human bodies Dance in the last throes I was chosen by war She hugged me like a mother I was chosen by death Cloaked with a shroud of sadness Covered with armor of conscience I'm standing in the middle of a hell of my deeds The blood of the innocent is like water Soaking in a cracked earth Destruction is a hymn Which I praise my lady And souls like flowers I scatter at her feet
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026
My world in bloody delusions Put his future in the flash of million suns And cremated dreams My world By agony intertwined With delight of love Drowned the voice of the Gods in the scarlet ocean And the light is gone And the light died And the light is gone Darkness wraps the souls Who in the madness of war found their purgation And the light died And Heaven with it In convulsions of pain Putting out all the stars My world In black robe Funeral procession Eden disappeared in the fog of overwhelming fumes of the New
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jul 05, 2026