The Killing Gods

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The world's unharnessed power Utility of time A loathsome wasting of the earth As waves of darkness surge through shadows in my mind A veil of the devil's design And I must know them I must know it all Through possession I clench the unknown And scrawl upon these walls In frustration I grind away my bones And on the inside of my skull A call I'm calling on the fallen They congregate! Undulating in shadows of my mind A veil of the devil's design Ouroboros A finite fallacy A consummate machine A cycle serpent Itself devouring With my tacit knowledge circumvented And I must know them I must know it all Transformation within my soul Meine Seele ist verkauft Transformation begs the toll Vierundzwanzig Jahre in voller Reigning through a power their knowledge did define I pull the world out of its lull Powers of death, existing out of time I take the oath...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

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Up from the depths And through the wind I call for the power Necromancers verged and conjuring Lambs for the slaughter A proposition scribed in crimson On a parchment made of flesh To behold, I am beholden To what is written in the blood Working you to death Conjuring the cull As I manifest darkness Conjuring the cull Emaciated for the kill They are manufacturing my will I am the prophet extracting profit From living corpses They are beholden To what is written in their blood Working you to death Conjuring the cull As I manifest darkness The darkness of my soul A veil forged in black Not of the night Agents of unseeing Drifting out of sight All that I can see Is not of this plain They are coming Coming to reclaim I am but a vessel Shrouded vision Of mass consumption A great concealer And revealer I hone my will Bound to the dark Lower than the dust Power I manifest Authority you must entrust Working you to death Conjuring the cull And as I manifest darkness Of my soul Tempting fate in dark introspection They did heed my carrion call In a breath, a world-wide vision And in death, I bury you all

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Old hierarchies of race A transnational scheme Power set into place A system of utility The order to maintain These factories of death Walls that do restrain Autonomic As they built it This was the vision Poured into me A hidden hand Lifts the veil An artifact That does reveal A knowledge base But limited Encrypted Concealer's seal To reveal The concealer To reveal A concealer still The act of mass unlearning Requires a higher means And when the fire starts burning The crimson red is all I see A hidden hand Lifts the veil An artifact That does reveal A knowledge base But limited Encrypted Concealer's seal Mind inverted I am siphoned into Sheol Reconstitution For the harrowing of hell Bathing in your blood Eyes wide open I bask in the blackness Descend into the depths And siphoned into Sheol With the dwellers of death For the harrowing of hell Bathing in your blood Purified and clean Ascends a killing god Poised for the reaping Descend into the depths Siphoned into Sheol A god amongst the dwellers of death The cycle serpent Now uncoiled All souls are lost In the yawning void To sow the seed And fulfill the pact To succeed A final act A conqueror Inescapable A killing god

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Pawn of the undead, tell me What drives the herd to the altar? To sing, his songs To kill in the name of the father? As subjects, seraphic, so mesmerized Who speaks, from the air Through words in text-bound fiction? Aeon, epochs... What binds the flock to these illusions? Unquestioned, apocryphal, arcanum... so obsolete Penetrate the myth and artifice Are we not still brothers, born from flesh alike? Yet that burden's on your back, handed down through time Its coils grip firm, its forked tongue spits The written word is law, there's 'no god but god', after all!? The names will change from one nation to the next Yet one word joins them all - megalomaniacs Minerva's owl is dead, the zealot's arrow struck Spiral, spin, logic drifts, into the dusk Break the bread, inquisitors arrive! Anathema decreed Duplicity, deceit Off with their heads, they will say Embodiment of faith Riven in disgrace Off with their heads, just the same Merciful and kind Holy and divine Off with their heads, either way Sanity and peace Ever out of reach Off with their heads, it's too late No maps point back from this place When damnation calls, the confessor leads the way Messengers of god Cut their throats and praise in rapture Mental malcontents Spewing forth fairly tales History is spent Carving up the minds of men Sleepwalk through life To caskets waiting, open wide Dead axioms Binds the past through broken hymns

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Transfixion, a sickle to the neck Disfigured by the malady of man: Time, prevailing A cross to bear; our end Finite, our fascination With death, to behold Our lives in consecration We dwell... in the halls of the night Transcending the path With our crosses to bear Transcending the path Finite, our fascination With death, to behold Our lives in consecration We dwell... in the halls of the night Opened wide unto the core of our being Poisoned minds in the gyre turning Unlatched inside, the gate is swinging The pain subsides but the fire's still burning A cross to bear Perpetual This sallow affair Interminable Intertwined and locked in despair Obsessed with death, the affliction we share Gashing out the jaws, the visceral sound To heed the call The call from the underground Consciousness Suspended in stone The blackness Calling us home We are but sirens with our crosses to bear And stones to cast out into the air A faction bound by possession A faction bound in aggression Our cross to bear Our cross to bear Weight, the burden A cross to bear

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Are you laughing now? We are the ones that live and breathe Vermin on the streets below You are the ones shrink and hide Cowering away inside your tombs Shifting eyes, sleight of hand Architects elite Comedies, tragedies Never out of reach Äppäräts, lurking stats Prodigals unleashed Surf and ride, open skies The slaughter never ends... When our dead pile high And our fear multiplies You will say, "so it goes" And the crowd will chant in exaltation Parasites, archetypes Atrocity en vogue Causalities, ironies Laughter fills the room Class defined, peace of mind A caravan of fools Anesthetized, paralyzed The pacifist relents... As our dead pile high And our fear multiplies You will say, "so it goes" And the crowd will chant in exaltation Cross the divide And their gods will decide What is flesh, what is false As the demons swarm in exaltation Line them up and open fire Castigate, memento mori In this dead tradition Servility and guilt Bind us all together In this ever-present filth Everything is art And nothing ever dies In this neo-fascist paradise Bred for reproduction Nothing in between Death and revelation Bought and sold, equally Past devours present Present eats past In these gallows, nothing's meant to last The air is thick with fear and wonder A blaze burns in Vonnegut's eyes His Dresden reeks beyond what words describe "All time is all time", the grand, absurd leveler, by design Still, we're just insects in amber Minions of the modern, your final act is yet to come We are the ones that live and breathe Vermin on the streets below You are the ones shrink and hide Cowering away inside your tombs

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The weakener Why should I care? The writings on the wall - no future Cynics sow disdain, as pious retroverts unrestrained What vision can ever rise from this worthless human waste? Like ghosts from '68, a generation still lost in space Narcissistic automatons, caressing techno-fetishes unknown Maybe I'm deranged - a Herbert West inside of me Hoping to raise the dead - to find some life in this species selfish-bred Atavist! As I watch your Institutions decay, contradictions remain Institutions decay, weakeners... so weakening They bait, cast and reel, to the passive so ready to kneel With hooks firm in mouth, they carry forth on this path unbowed So quick to turn away, so quick to unleash the blade As cracks across the dam, still hold back a world we can't comprehend Atavist! Atavist! Institutions decay, contradictions remain Institutions decay, weakeners... so weakening Cut the cord and start the fire As seers of oblivion, all color turns to black Forfeit the unknown, upon the rack of circumstance So goes the folly of man, a fool in a forest of fear "As you like it", they will say, "...there's plenty more just like you here"

Quick ride to work for another nine to five Just another day for pilots stuck in paradise Count the minutes you have left alive Watchkeeper, reaper, descend a silent predator A hiss on the horizon, a messenger of war From wings of Gabriel, to mangled gore displayed Lowest of the low, you never will know your victims' names Stealth intervention, "clean" death dispatched Like the blade of Musashi (or concrete socks?) Living, breathing forms, just ants on a screen So easily dismissed, and easily unseen Steel wraiths approaching, hearts burn with fear Sweat pours in rivulets as mutant modernity draws near "Watch their flesh explode - it's as if they were real Mission accomplished... let's drink... first round's on me!" Sentinel assassins, eradicate the guilt No need to question... until it's you

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

As we drift from dust to the stars Celestial castaways The ashes of a world behind In frozen form displayed What thrived, so full of life In flames, soon did end So goes the lot of man Spiraling away into the black Event horizon past What began as tragedy So quickly turned to farce As tentacles of entropy Left no living thing untouched Nothing left alive Backwards one billion years Arc of light, solar wind Rust and decay From primal fist, to obelisk Drifting, collapsing into time Code-infused sophistry And algorithmic certainty A cut from the finest cloth Through sentient circuitry So cold to the touch Pride in the face of madness Carved in the image of man What post-human prophecies upend Not one could defend Fed through the vector of time Breed singularity HAL never gave an answer For what? Utopia? Delete! Burning matter, bleak horizons Drifting onwards, into our waiting deaths Colony collapse Necroexodus Colony collapse Exit stage left

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Trapped by the Pharisees Knowledge lays in waste Gnostic alchemy Fodder for the hawks of god Church battalion siege As ivory towers crack Did we have the right? Did we ever? The judges call your name You're first on the list detained As secular casualties You're damned before you speak Heretics bound and burned On live, streaming feeds The prophet spoke no wrong His truth is in their screams The judges call your name You're first on the list detained As secular casualties You're damned before you speak... heretic! 1615 Or 2022? My ashes in the Tiber Yet a flag is on the moon? The vile, the wicked - subject to prejudice In excess, pogroms ensue For atheists and agnostics Torture and work camps resume Your confession is all that's left "Abjure, curse and detest" Like Galileo Galilei Atone, just like the rest Spit your words and leap from the precipice Start the rack, turn it back, 500 years AD One by one, it's all undone, Enlightenment deceased None shall defy!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025