As I Become Darkness
In fire arms You hold your justice. Concealing pride That blights the veins. Sky lit With thunders of projectiles, They cripple limbs But strengthen minds. Darkness Falls into dusk as guns keep roaring, Corpses Lurk in the tongues of flame. We are Slaves to the cause of those destroying Our hopes, No god to hear us pray. Your foes are visions From beside the rotten mask, Transparent god Is paragon of sin that you surpass. Darkness Falls into dusk as guns keep roaring, Corpses Lurk in the tongues of flame. We are Slaves to the cause Of those destroying Our hopes, No god to hear us pray. Day comes, When we shall lead the legions Forward. Slaying All standing in our way. Godless Will be our kingdom. Heed this calling, Tyrants (will) Suffer before the plebs.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Pervading virus of stagnation Reversed the basis of this world contrived. As my own resonance of feelings Invariably tends to null. One more sacrifice to Moloch of abstraction - Abscessed thoughts in the wilds of memories, Thoughts in flesh and blood, hands folded on their chests, Selflessly put their necks into the noose. At the speed of perennity Ways of times drag down the deviants to their deaths. I hear the sound of hopelessness, Requiem notes of the death bell. For whom it tolls? Two-meter distance is infinity, Paved with hypocrisy and apathy. There is no strenghth to cry it out, The earth has all your screams shut down. At the speed of perennity Ways of times drag down the deviants to their deaths. I hear the sound of hopelessness, Requiem notes of the death bell. For whom it tolls?
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Marching in the dark, lightless and lawless, We denounce the crown, unholy defilers. Not afraid to die, Satan will take us. Marching in the dark, here to invert your cross! Minds corrupted by the deified, He wanted to rule the world. Minds corrupted by the deified, Of us he will never take control. Come to us to recieve your curse, Of free thinking. Defile every shadow floating by, Curse their entire flock. Times like these will see us chained, But our minds will remain unscathed. Lightless and lawless! We denounce the crown, unholy defilers. Not afraid to die, Satan will take us. Marching in the dark, here to invert your cross! Minds corrupted by the deified, He wanted to rule the world. Minds corrupted by the deified, Of us he will never take control.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
I wait for humanity to fall. I close my eyes in misanthropic bliss. Now is the time when I would give it all To die in unison with the exalted pigs. For our sins, evil took on a human form. You encroach on evil - you encroach on human flesh. God will forgive you, but don't forgive yourself. Thus live between great forgiveness and your own torment. I have lived long enough to see There is no good amongst men. God is deaf for he failed to hear Our revelations once again. I wait for humanity to fall. I close my eyes in misanthropic bliss. Now is the time when I would give it all To die in unison with the exalted pigs.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
You prayed to false gods, They cursed the flesh, Infecting the body With heavenly plague. Suicide By Plague, Deathwish in the underself, Suicide By Plague, Soul born out of rotting flesh. Fear has many eyes, Flows through the host. Your body is a vessel, An animal at bay. Suicide By Plague, Deathwish in the underself, Suicide By Plague, Soul born out of rotting flesh.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Beneath the clutter and debris, They lie half-dead, anxious and free. To trick the death after their mass undoing, (They) have to accept the foul existence in ruin. Hunger stings, prayers uttered in disbelief As the earth crumbles above. Hate stirs while the blind soldiers of heresy Raze their homes to the ground. Martyrs of war shall transcend the abyss, They've been through it all, seen the tunnel and its bliss. Some rose from the grave, their eyes cold, no tears shed. Now all they can do is wander and remenisce. Beneath the clutter and debris, They lie half-dead, anxious and free. To trick the death after their mass undoing, (They) have to accept the foul existence in ruin. Defilers of gods (shall) transcend the abyss, They saw monarchs fall, feeding kingdoms to their beasts. Death lingers not far, yet they live, but suffer. Until the bleak skies light up in the final release. Beneath the clutter and debris, I crawl a slave, leash burdens me. To overcome the fear of our mass undoing Means to accept the foul existence in ruin.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Coffin is the gate To new horizons Through the mist inside, Thickening. Welcoming the grave, I carve the crucifix On my bare wrist, Upside down. Now to lie and wait Until the death Envelops every cell, Deep within. Coffin is the gate To new horizons... There is no light Inside that tunnel. Just black abyss, A sweet release. Caressing void, Rid from afflictions. Delve into me. Consume my soul destroyed. One with the void, I'm one with the void. One with the void I'm one. There is no light Inside that tunnel. Just black abyss, A sweet release. Caressing void, Rid from afflictions. Delve into me. Consume my soul destroyed.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025