Cult

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

The break of dawn From what no one Should have survived A few remained To witness a new day On top of the slayed Your grace The cold embrace Like always We want nothing to be something We make believe that this is not a flash In complete darkness we need Strength from your frigid caress Your frigid caress Underneath the red skies Between bliss and devastation This new world eats its young Your grace The cold embrace This road is paved

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Dine upon this hatred Let the razors cut your stomach open Bleeding through your wedding dress my post mortem beauty queen Once your wings melted You descended into arms you saved To be raped We are the plague You rose Against the hand that fed you Lies about this sceptic race About its numbered days Once your wings melted You descended Into the arms you saved To be raped We are the plague To hate To be hated Let your blackened heart Lead the way To salvation To be raped

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Right in my face, I can't hear This body has become mutilated by fear In hunger I swallowed my tongue My touch is a mute's scream With an unctuous smile, she used to Offer redemption that was not hers to bestow Now the flesh is moist rigor mortis As severed parts lay before me May no-one condemn my actions cause no-one knows my name I don't need absolution But only a switchblade She's naked, deteriorated, fast asleep In my arms, Soon I'll belch for the First time in ages, she's naked, deteriorated Right in my face, I can't hear This body has become mutilated by fear In hunger I swallowed my tongue My touch is a mute's scream She's naked, deteriorated May no-one condemn my actions May no-one know my name

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

The smell of a carcass Hangs in the air I wait for the putrid scent To reach my nostrils So I can vomit yet again We'll rot together in this hole You and me, eternally I wonder if her porcelain skin Could keep me warm The one I never meant to impale Forgive me I pray to be indulged Never take her remains away from me I'll lay down beside what's left We'll rot together in this hole You and me, eternally The last fuse goes out Making everything black I'm trapped underneath The frescoes that witness my act In utter darkness They're the only ones to see Through my hallowed body That's theirs to keep Through sacrifice Through pleasure

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

The sheep are all alone, like disciples Waiting to be led into a shallow grave United in tragedy Their mouths gasp the pollution Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant Masses fan her campaign into flames Hell is not around the corner It's already here in me She paints the cicatrice beige To conceal her wretched design Flesh decides Imparting closure to all She paints The cicatrice beige Words won't fail as her elusive speech Reaches yet another pair of deaf ears Sentences bear no relevance But the mortal eyes witness a sight Too exquisite to watch as she speaks The Architect Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant Masses fan her campaign into flames Hell is not around the corner It's already here She paints The cicatrice beige

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Sew back the upholstery The heart's been removed Compelled to contempt The sentence renewed Reflection of a sickle Glows in her eyes As the urge grows Like a swelling too lustful to hide her grief-laced ears Hear the sermon of lies Devouring the soul As the blade dives Confront the one you are Made flesh again The utterly nothing role of a whore Makes her perfectly suitable Like cholera she'll walk in our midst Fortune has made her our macabre bliss A body preserved in chloroform Trapped inside the gates of hell Her bodytravels in human form Dismembered in a vague shell Confront the one you are Made flesh again again and again and again Like cholera she'll walk in our midst Fortune has made her our macabre bliss

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

We're gathered here to be splattered here Along the wall in a circular shape Just like a pill, washed down with laudanum We corrode our insides Hands stretched to the crooked cross We sing in a heavenly way Our bodies burn in euphoria Because we've become the slaves As I crawl down the altar I see no heaven here But only illusions That start to seem so real And I worship, worship you I pray for bulimic bliss But her poison is forever Inside my soon-to-be corpse In her church there's no remorse I worship your face divine Pledge allegiance to your name I surrender this life Cause there's opium in my veins As I crawl down the altar I see no heaven here But only illusions That start to seem so real I worship your face divine Pledge allegiance to your name I surrender this life Cause there's opium in my veins

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

On the cement floor lies a cross made From your intestines Embracing your commitment And the cause you died for People around relish the sacrifice (And) can't stop salivating upon your remains The circle closes And the rest is eaten away You got stoned, but not the way you used to This time it's better than ever before Sensation of death in your grasp Makes you feel alive for the very first time Once divested, no longer enslaved Rejoice in malice Our goddess leads the way Her deceitful lips sing a tune of decay Your body is torn asunder By a thousand fingers Intestines are placed carefully In a diabolical fashion You're now closer to god Than you were ever before As your putrid insides Decorate the floor You got stones, but not the way you used to This time it's better than ever before Sensation of death in your grasp Makes you feel alive for the very first time Once divested, no longer enslaved Her deceitful lips sing a tune of decay Once divested, no longer enslaved Rejoice in malice Our goddess leads the way Her deceitful lips sing a tune of decay Tune of decay

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

My dogma, a trait of this war Leads to an endless oblivion I can't see beyond this fixation As it gouged my eyes out I'll fall But never hit the ground Abolishing gazes surround me For I am not atoned Pranayma, now help me breathe Gasp the last bites of air from this cellar My lungs constricted by anticipation as I prepare to enter the other side I'll fall But never hit the ground Constellations disappeared through suffocation Air vanished through the hole Left to rot eternally in dimensions beyond unreal Hell is around the corner and already here This is the autobiography of a murderer

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025