Defiling the Decayed
Cursed ground, forbidden lands rotting gates, bar the path Step beyond, a world insane to raise the dead, reanimate Mad old man, deranged plan unearth the runes, upon the slab a virgin's blood, will resurrect unknown horror, horde of death emerging from their graves decomposed and rotted putrefied and withered horde of death arise Beyond... The Cemetery... Gates... Beyond the cemetery gates decant the spell call out to the darkness of hell feel the vile beast summon fiends to possess the dead with sick intention plunge the blade into the innocent repulsive screams blood will seal this evil pact Awakened from death obscene hunger for human flesh now let them rise to walk beyond the cemetery gates Beyond... The Cemetery... Gates... Beyond the cemetery gates
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Nine inflicted plagues unleashed upon you Cruses that have fallen on the damned Imitative deeds that drive the need of murder Eternity awaits for when I rise again A rotting corpse lying next to me Remains of my once beloved wife Accountable surgeons held to their mistakes Indebit each the forfeit of their lives Vampiric creatures devour you of skin Frogs head crushes in your skull Catheter injected draining of all blood Displayed within the jars upon the mantle Embalming fluid coursing through my veins Sarcophagus preserving death ensuring life My disfigured face is temporarily reconstructed Revenge is served to who deserve to die
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Clawing the lid of the coffin Screaming in vain as you suffocate Fingernails tear off, Blood coats your face Ignore the pain, as flesh reveals bone Dying Weak from fever and disease Sickening Stench of infection permeates Paralyzed Alive but without a pulse Forgotten Thrown on a pile with the dead Clawing the lid of the Coffin Torment Unable to move but still awake Horror Realization of what's to take place Desperate Screaming inside your mind Interred Consigned to obscurity Clawing the lid of the Coffin Lowered into the grave Unable to scream Thud of dirt the last sound you hear forgotten in darkness and silence cessation of paralysis at last scream for help but it's too late in total panic you're left clawing the lid of the coffin
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Visions revealed to me Shadowed ancestral past Exalted heritage Tales of blasphemy The legacy of death From long bygone years Godless rites in black Things I must not speak Dwelling in the realms Where others cannot see Hides abandoned a tomb Voices call out to me To all the Gods I swear I'll pass these portal gates Connected to this crypt My past life awaits I know the way And when my time has come I'll descend down the stairs Into the place where I belong Denied eternal rest Vacant coffin waits for me The curse of the tomb Empty grave marks that my name I know the way And when my time has come I'll descend down the stairs Into the place where I belong Denied eternal rest Vacant coffin waits for me The curse of the tomb Empty grave marks that my name Looked forward to this Hillside house of death This place is mine Become my former self Necromantic revelations Century old ruins return Witness to my previous death Flame tongues engulf the air Shrieking I am burnt alive My body turns to ash inside Cast forever into the winds Never rest in my final place I know the way And when my time has come I'll descend down the stairs Into the place where I belong Denied eternal rest Vacant coffin waits for me The curse of the tomb Empty grave that marks my name Behold reincarnation
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
the manor house decayed abandoned Holds a secret far older deeper and disgusting than rats and dry rot The cellars conceal a terrible, shocking secret one which dates back to the witch hunts and to those who would steal rotting bodies in the quest for eternal life the gruesome events have been taking place in the ancient walled-off catacombs Lying concealed under the graveyard untold horrors Catacombs of Eternal Dread they need fresh corpses for the ritual of immortality necrophilia within the black magic circle will grant power beyond imagining
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Necromancer Holds the power to raise the dead Invocations Dark magic from an ancient time Widow taken by an old man. Learns he will never satisfy her lust. Something he can't understand She longs for her dead husband's touch. Learns of the necromancer Believes him a charlatan But forced to seek him out And Raise the dead to satisfy her lust. He will pay with his life There is no other way half-decayed corpse, recently awakened sickening and repugnant with rot stumps inching forward, up from the grave dark liquid oozing from its mouth Sick perverted slut lusts for undead cock Rotting flesh inside her cunt Decaying semen in her womb Conceive the undead child Gravefucked Unholy union with the dead Gravefucked Sickening orgy of death Pay the necromancer his fee. A fee paid in flesh The old man knows now what is in store Unearthly shrieks heard from outside Drawn to them he runs out into the night Following the screams of his wayward b ride Tot he cemetery where a sickening sight awaits She fucks the resurrected corpse upon the grave the necromancer laughs in perverted delight Paid by the living husband to satisfy his wife He soon regrets his desperate choice tries to stop the depraved whore He pays for his foolishness with his life As the dead rips him to shreds and fuck his wife covered in his blood
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Undead dissection Sickening operation Searching for survivors - Though non one's left to save Scientists and soldiers scout - This barren earthly grave Morale at bitter low - Tensions running high Clinging to their hopes of life - But they are sure to die Philosophizing butcher - Believes zombies can be trained Intelligence residing in dark recesses of the brain Conditional control - Domestications fed Behavior rewards severed from their freshly demised friends Discarded corpses from unearthly endeavors -Necrotic experiments on undead cadavers Dissecting a reanimated cadaver Cracking the ribs open Pulling out guts from inside Primal rage undead breaks its bonds Sitting up its guts fall to the floor Undead dissection Madness Arise Mentally broken - collapsing from stress Gathering subjects - for explorative tests Corralled the confined - begin to fight back Carelessness leads - to the undead attack Retaliate - with a lucrative purpose Inviting the dead - to come down from the surface Suicidal devourment mastication Unleashing a horde of re-animate Prized subject thought to be docile Reacts to stimulation mimics the living Recognition of right and wrong Rotting hand reaches for the gun
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Descending the platform of death from above Swarming with countless undead Instinct that drives them to consume flesh and blood They ravenously rip off his head Carrion in the air - Smell the putrid rot Hunger drawing nearer - As the dead walk Savagely peeling the skin from the face Reaching to eat what's inside Chewing on skin that is pulled from the skull Fingers dig in through the eyes Echoes of existence - Primordial in thought No room is left in Hell - the day of the dead walk Feasting undead as the carnage ensues Onslaught of pus and decay Terrors of night now devour the dawn Spewing forth horrors darkest day Torso expelled into different directions Tearing the flesh from both halves Screaming in agony as organs burst forth Choking on blood TORN APART!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Turning gravestones late at night Looting from the dead Body snatchers stealing corpses Defiling the decayed Piling the decayed, black dead bodies, the ghouls they stack, the young and old like firewood Selling the bodies, for medical studies, stealing the teeth, the hair and bone, for black mass rituals Robbing old tombs, and the recently deceased, nothing is sacred, all sanctimonious to the fiends and their evil greed Break the doors to the crypts Violate the remains Desecrators smashing coffins Defiling the decayed Dead hands reach out, they rip and tear, Horrible screams, there's no escape Silence returns, only darkness remains Revenge upon those, who defiled the decayed
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026