Mortum Ad Nausea
Cold terror clutches my chest Ghosts stand over my bed Dreaming in eternal rest Glowing in pale blue light Unmoving standing staring Tales of afterlife confessed Faces of peaceful passing Screwed up in pain filled dying Frozen still at the point of death Half burned cindered bodies Lifeless ragged mutants Living but never drawing breath It's ash wednesday The dead alive again Now like statues We witness... The dreams of the dead
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
See him lie in his bed His mother stalks outside His life so pure till now Till her word he defied Staying out with whores and tramps Drinks till dawn begins Now his mother must punish him Purge him of his sins I - deal in guilt - you have to pay I - expect you to do - what I say Don't - learn from me - I don't teach You - must listen to what I preach Chorus She creeps into the kitchen - he must be cleansed you see She takes the rat poison - slips some into his tea She'll teach him to leave his mother - forever he stays here Drink your tea and die - say thank you mother dear See him slumped on the kitchen table His mother scolds him too late Promise you'll never mother He'll never go out the gate She washes him every day And cleans clothes that he wears His rotting corpse wastes away But mother doesn't care Now - he listens to here every word Now - he doesn't want to fly As - his gaunt cadaver rests in peace She - knows he'll never try
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
On the day he was born - he was born to lose To the ruling fates that guide him - he would never choose The path that leads to triumph - every mistake he made Until the day of his death - in his cold and lonely grave His life spent in a losing streak He lost everything he had His family died he was alone His losses sent him mad He never won at anything He failed at all he tried He never got anything right Until the day he died Destined to walk alone No partner by his side His dismal life got worse He had nothing but his pride See him stand in the alley - withered hands grip his bag Gaunt in ragged clothes - his tired features sag His eyes are liquid sorrow - his life has passed him by 10 years seem like minutes - his life a widow's cry The loser stares at you - recalls another day With tears in his eyes - he turns and walks away
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Fuck!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the night it moves unseen, a shadow through daylight Taking hate from the souls of men, Beyond the realms of sight It hunts its victims killing fast, but leaves some there to breed But sick and old it takes at night, upon their souls to feed Its voice torments me in my head Don't be afraid of the darkness I only want to be your friend Don't be afraid of the darkness Staring out my window I see a darker patch of shade I can see from where I sit it's nothing moonlight made It looks at me I feel its eyes hairs tingle on my back All I can do is watch it drool and wait for a dark attack Its voice sounds inside my head Don't be afraid of the darkness I will come to make you dead Don't be afraid of the darkness The evil darkness closes in shutting out all light It whispers softly to me there come with me its alright I look inside its cloak of death, with hidden power it sucks me dry Blackness is all I see and I'm ready to die Its voice surrounds me I give in Don't be afraid of the darkness Death is warm for you my friend Don't be afraid of the darkness
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Once again they rule the land, Shadow's sent from hell's domain Spirits overlooked by death, They stalk the land undead Cloaked in myth, life denied, defying god who fears them so Immortal though their souls have died, instinct drives them, hunger grows Hunt and kill, and hunt they must, feed the hunger sate bloodlust A land enclosed in pale fists ... Two marks from hell the Vampire's Kiss In hell they spawn to kill at night and hide in their tombs through daylight Warm fresh blood is what they need, they take lifeblood upon to feed Fear no cross nor water blessed, for myths mean nothing to the undead Sunlight burns and stakes vanquish ... Two marks from hell the Vampire's Kiss Satan's slaves do his request, spreading evil without rest A curse has come upon you now, therefore we must die!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026