Forward into Regression

Slave driver. Stand forth lead blind-fully, these chains of hope shall drag us with you. Drag us deep, into the ground, into the gravel, into the blissful obliteration. March without question. Advance with no objection. Bound to your cables. Embodied entities in chain sequence. Move towards the ash, towards the crimson horizon. Mindless. Obedient. Devoted to follow. We march forward. Onward into regression.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

To stand alone, within these inorexible walls. Imprisoned by forlorn. Pressed against the rust. A prisoner to the machine. This animal spit into a caste system. Yet confirmed to stand alone. Teeth scraping concrete, a strong desire to overcome. Yet confirmed to walk alone. Led by traitors, deep into dismay, exploited and confined to stand alone. The current pulls in. Somber man stands alone. Dragged away. Unable to cope. To live in a strain. To die in a strain. Let these dark currents take it away.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Set it ablaze, this domain. Over-encumbered in revulsion. Hindering itself with hatred. All hopes of progression slip away. We build our hopes up high to watch them dissolve. They watch sitting inside the obelisk. Their house of ivory. Greed is their god to rule with this invisible fist.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Walk this cold earth. Endure the life of carrion. To sink into desolation. What is civil and what is not. Born into famine. These ardent mouths pled. Easier not to overhear. Born into misery. Exist in misery. Deeper into the darkest boundaries of pain and misfortune. Turn your head. Change the channel. Let them starve and rot away as long as you stay within your walls of comfort. This is your stagnation routine.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Relinquish your ideals, swallow your fucking pride. The price on your dignity wasn't very ample. Incorruptibility is no longer part of your name. Consume disgrace amongst your kindred. Adoration amongst those you once lavishly despised. Integrity exchanged for a dollar.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Faith in nothing. Walk down the desolate path, where nihilists lurk and dysphoria blooms. Exist to decompose. In the end, everything means nothing. Benevolence is obsolete. We are equal in death.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Exploit the human animal. Fellow man is a tool to those with avaricious hands. Claim abhorrence as birthright. Get the deed done Life is expendable. Sit back, turn the animal rights against itself. Exalting blood money. Reign at the top of the food chain.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Look back at your deeds, washed away with false regret. A prayer to clean your filthy hands, to wash away traces of ill deeds, of cancerous exploits. This is what you pray for. To cleanse yourself of your guilt. Is this what you'd die for? Close your eyes, lie to yourself. This fictitious worship, an attempt to decontaminate. Distorted prayers to justify corrupt acts. Cleanse yourself in the name of your false idol. An absurd justification. Rinse, repeat, regret. Transgress violent acts all over again.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Expectation diminish, morale is surrendered. To find no aim in forging ahead. Hollow bodies, barren of ambition. The mind is overcome. Reprogramming injected. Floating through the wire, we have become human carbon. With all hopes and dreams stripped away we conform to deform, we bow down to the architects of paranoia.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Inhale the bitter salt of this wretched earth. Let it seep through blackened lungs, flow through collapsed veins. Eat away from the inside out. In this terrain, negativity conquers the positive. Await the final hour, View the world with scraped retinas. Engage depravity. "Nothing is real. Nothing is permanent. Everything is subversive.". Etch these words in granite as I have carved them into my black heart.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Pace around this city of despair. This haven of plague dogs, a sanctum of derelicts. Loose oneself beside, to drink it away. Noose is tied, dangling from the cloud of barbiturates. In rapture. High above or deep into the soil where the worms embed blood back into dirt. Any place but here, trapped in skin, in banality. Tear away the flesh. Enter the chasm. Hellbound, if such a dominion exists.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Bringer of grand illusion and false hope, give us this drop of poison we consume in our stale wine. Maintain order through ignorance, the herd sits awaiting a fictional utopia. Devoting life to absurd ideology, to spread the darkest of venoms, eradicating the lifestyles of those who envision differently. Hand of the overseer grasping tightly around your neck. To no end, to control. Thirst for obedience. The fabricated tyrant rises.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

I am failure. I am decline. Incapable to integrate. Intro this heard of flesh. This Clockwork machine. Its gears of bone and virulent submission. Face down in somber pool of remorse. In self condemnation. Fists clenched. Legs kicking. The acrid taste of swallowing defeat. I am not regret. I am deep seeded self loathing.

Inside the vessel, to scour endessly. Boundless solitude. Wither away in endless space. Her body as the ocean. Longing to swim in her, instead she drowns within herself. Isolated. Desolated. To fade away into obscurity.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Suppressing our machine, overthrow the mechanical, isolate this electric demon. Enslaved by machinery, blood of the luddite, boiling violently beneath the surface. Wrapped in cellophane, clawing away at this cage of titanium. Resist automation. Until death. I am not a slave to this machine.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025