Veni Vidi Vomui

Let this record be a witness to this world's foul existence, this is a fuck you to all of our neighbors as we shall forever scream Veni Vidi Vomui. It has been for long mistaken about the Lebanese that we love war, what the world is unaware of, is that we encourage peace with all of our shit neighbors, regardless of the centuries in which they have been the source of local and international terror. But till then, till the local peace has been achieved; we will be known as men who will show no mercy, we will feast upon your entrails, and whenever you dare touch a piece of our land, we will bury the bullets in our flesh if we must, carve the cedars in your skin, rape your souls, and I will not waste on your women's stomachs, a drop of my semen.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

احن الى لبنان, الى تراب نزف له شهداء الى حلم نشأنا عليه يا بلد السلم و الطمأنينة يا جنتن تخلو فيها الطائفية و الكره الأعمى يا كذبة الطفولة "لكم لبنانكم و لي لبناني" حرمتم اجيال من عرين فيه بنينا القصور سممتم حلمنا ببغضكم الاسود حطمتم كل فرصة لإزدهار مستقبلي اطالبكم, كفى حرق للبناني, ففي مجاهل وجداني ما زال أخضر لا زلت متمسكاً بكذبة الطفولة "لكم لبنانكم ولي لبناني" لبنانكم وادٍ لصراعات السلطة أو لجهلكم وضعفكم ما دفعكم للانقياد كالخراف وراء الكلاب المسعورة متوجين ببطولات النهب, الحروب والاغتصاب لبناني هو السلام, والعيش المشترك, طمأنينته ليست بجبن فلا تنسوا أنكم الخراف المنقادة ونحن ذئاب ناهشة, ممزّقة نعضّ على جرحنا لكي لا نهشّم كلابكم ولا نلتهمكم يا خراف بلادي "لكم لبنانكم ولي لبناني" لنا وطن نمزّق كبدنا ونمهّد أرصفته به لكم الطمع, والظمأ لسلطة ومال لنا حلم الطفولة يوماً اتٍ اتٍ هذا الوطن, وسنبنيه حتى لو روينا غليل هذه الأرض بدماءكم جعلنا من شرايينكم كرمة لنبيذ المستقبل ولكم جهنم وبئس المصير

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Hordes of death With eyes gleaming crimson deeds Mouths enraged Cuntly neighbors, envious, plotting By the might of our cedars A Lebanese phoenix ablaze All hordes of tyranny Shall be left to collect their pieces along the shores Brothers: Stand your ground We are at wartimes Make your way Through the shelling Make a path of the bullets Be the god phoenix that resurrects from its ashes Defy the threatening source and destroy it Bash their heads Belt their faces Crush their skulls And rape their souls Bash their heads Charge till death Stomp the enemy to deformity And carve the cedar in their skins Along the drunken sea You will die Against its rocks You will die On our shores You will die Up my cedars You will die Regardless of the borders they've crossed Bash their fucking faces in Regardless of the territories they originated from Destroy all threat to OUR cedar Stand your ground Make your way through the shelling Make a path of the bullets Be the god phoenix that resurrects from its ashes On our shores You will die Down the valleys You will die On this holy soil You will die Up my cedars You will die

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Tanks assembled and aligned Preparing the eighth demolition Warships breaching the proud sea Whilst the marching boots rapine her sanctity Walls that have survived Blasts of endless times Whisper tales of horror Psalm of pain and terror CONFESS... CONFESS... CONFESS... CONFESS...Confess Your Deeds, Confess Your Crimes, Confess the children's tears. Death and blight infest you all Murdering liars War heroes, war criminals Invasions, delegation, and defenders of god Chosen race? Chosen Jew? Death to Zionist scum HOLOCAUST… HOLOCAUST… لبنان هو قلب الله

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

I bid you welcome to my gallery where my paintings are beheld by the few the ones who swam across murky waters and life fed their hunger with despair those who enswathed their cold bodies with the stars of the pale horizon acknowledged sympathy of no form and feasted upon the morbid banquets of hatred Within the paintings of my gallery lurks evil of mortal deeds within the walls of my gallery forever your are marked as the child of Cain marks of pain, marked as the scion of Cain denounced for a sect you were abducted unto exiled for what was forced upon you ostracized for falling to the temptation of a dissimilar love Enter the suicidal fences the lair of long dormant hatred prejudice is what nourishes my Elysium in a bleeding state of attaint they'll make you dwell Bane of religion? Or bane of your fanatic existence? Maggots claiming to be unite under the name of one God! You've buried your God with your retarded manners You've soaked your religion in crimson stained shame carved upon our foreheadsthe mark of Cain heavily our bodies totter holding the mark of the slain I bid you farewell from my gallery Blessed you are for marching this field of crucifixion Blessed you are for inhaling its putrid air Blessed forever we'll be with this mark of damnation

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

"اذا الشعب يوما اراد الحياة فلا بد ان يستجيب القدر ولا بد للليل ان ينجلي ولا بد للقيد ان ينكسر" هذه حكاية غضب حكاية شعب استبده القدر حكاية بؤس و ظلم وشهداء الوطن وطن دعائمه شهدائه الاحياء منهم اكثر من الاموات شبابه في القبور وشيوخه طغات, ينهشون لحم الوطن عشتم و عاش لبنان عشتم على دم لبنان سفلاء, قذارة بجشع و شراهة اغتصبتم دم الوطن هذه حكاية غضب حكاية شعب قد إلتأم من جذام حكاية كره و احتقار وابادة للمعتدي على الوطن كره حول حملان بلادي ذئاب جائعة ذئاب ننهش الفريسة بانياب و أظافر نفتك بمن كان يوما طاغية وندنس ما تبقى من رفات جيفهم على كراسى قابعة. Quotation from Abou Qacem el Chabbi

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Like pigs, gathered for a feast Mocking, laughing, slicing, crunching With jaws dripping, gorging, snatching. You feed on the entrails of the weak Mocking, laughing, slicing, crunching Jaws dripping, gorging, snatching. The Chaotic order has to be terminated The rule of the fuck-head, down the shitter Dim-wits, morons, shit-heads, retards Fill the streets, dictating a future. Fuck them all, one by one The righteous are six feet under Dogs heed the call, dogs heed the call Dogs heed the call, dogs heed the call Dogs heed the call, dogs heed the call Dogs heed the call, dogs heed the call Dogs heed the call, dogs heed the call And unto the streets. Rampage. I wash my hands of you, and your ego I wash my hands of you, and your race I wash my hands of you, and your morals And this foul belonging. Like pigs, gathered for a feast Mocking, laughing, slicing, crunching You feed on the entrails of the weak. Mocking, laughing, slicing, crunching Jaws dripping, gorging, snatching. Fuck them all, one by one The righteous are six feet under Dogs heed the call, dogs heed the call And unto the streets. Rampage.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Liar, is each man at heart A pig in a more sociable form never can he keep a word and never can resist the more. Perjurer, defecate of god deceiver marked since yore. You harlots in elegant cloths molds of mud, can't make gold. Perverted collections of filthy rot! slaves of your own desires. Bags of fart and semen, mammals of stupid existence. The seeds of pain you have long sough have burst emotions of gore my hatred unleashed, in rivers it streams as burning lava will melt your bones. nations ruled by penises brainless obsessed by the smell of cunts, giants in the size of cockroach' balls feeding on the hearts of the living dead. Mortal, lame mortal, ye concubine, ruthless, tyrant, enthroned by man, the crown, he wears, is morbid... putrid, reigning, coronated by blood shed and lies with empty promises, he infests his own tribe feasting on the blood of his brothers our wrath, of years, long held inside this land, no longer, will show obedience hence I label you as you have long marked me I sentence you with banishments, expel you from my universe... my society eventually castigate along... my own self.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Memories haunt me... of a nigh future With tales of an aeon to come Where men turn barbarous And wipe their own existence An aeon where mothers breastfeed their infants With poison instead of love Where infants by taking in that nectar Hatred breeds inside their hearts Legions of hatred and iniquity Are forged within the carnal canals Seeds of a doomed future Are sough inside the treacherous whores With every seed they plant deep at bottom A mercenary they plant on earth's surface Fornicating the violating Of the world as we know it I gaze and see the seeds mature now Proudly walking together as one, Hand in hand, benighted are their souls Marching... in our world's funeral Wrenched are their hearts Wrenched are their morals Wrenched are their feelings Wrenched, back to the disgusting essence of man An army created inside a cheating whore Will soon betray And the conflict will start Between man and his own brother A war so glorious It's result will soon be met And the end of the battle Will terminate the human race I've seen it all approaching The end drawing near Where no one stands victorious In your Chaotic Aeon.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Love Died (in your cunt) For my sweetest two, life my mentor And all the cunts I have previously trusted, All the temptations you have put me through And the contemplations that came along your warm existence. Dearest life, you stepped over my dreams Deprived me of the slightest fragment of hope Buried me alive, and proved you’re good at nothing but fuck For all my wretched dearest loves My most trusted cunts and whores Only the ingredients of my pukes May amount your status within me Au lieu de l'amour vous m'avez rempli de l'haine pure You object of paradoxical beings. Respect makes you crown yourselves over me Neglect succumb you on your knees and beg

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

The sour taste of acid down my throat The remnants of putrid vomit on my tongue The fucking smell of a breath The content of a stomach suicide The surge of my acidity The rage, resentment and hate Which your ill ways flood inside my veins I vomit forward your face You may mistake this for a suicide note I will not bend my knees Life will not prevail I shall forever spit in your face NON SERVIAM LEX TALIONIS BITCH When a wish is to purify myself To deeply cleanse my body My soul and my flesh From all that has been The only way to clean this self To wash my hands of it all Of former belonging and of the decadence The decadence that is you Purging this entity blank Stripping this soul bare From the stench, the disgust Purification must be done The sulfur air echoes the answer The key, the solution The sour taste of acid down my throat