Majestas Leprosus

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Through the ugly old window, moonlight shines with malice And in the Maze of my mind, convulsions of my memory Regrets don't really haunt my soul but acrid thoughts corrode my brain Awaken til the dawn to fall as darkness fades And I stay here for hours eating my soul with anguish My body seems to be dead but my mind burns with morbidity Paranoia prevails those times, alchemy of hate and fear But also lustful phantasm…power, fortune and glory Night is opened wide for my kingdom- HELL Apparitions come as the daylight dies- HELL I can't control my mortal flesh so close to my realm I wish I had the power to kill this shell- HELL But the scarecrow you spit on is already dead- HELL I make me sick to punish myself from being arrived here… And to fade my anger down as blood is tears of the flesh… Teeth frenetically bite my lips, awaken in sweat at night I wish I could stop thinking just for a minute I could stand in a nut's shell and say I'm world's master If I didn't bear those horrible nightmares Acrid soul brings bitter tears, vampires cry in eternity Gazing at destroyed dreams, illusions that died for long And the wish to kill humanity, erasing the memory The devil take them all, none made nothing for me Their eyes wet, their herts cry, I don't want their compassion And as Soon as I'll be gone I don't think they'll miss me for long.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Follow the dark path, waiting to pass to the other side. Struggle the holy and weak, make your life a sin. Life's so depressive, this world has to pay. Kill for the devil, spread plague and evil. Consume your life from both sides, join the sect. Never have any fucking child, this race has to die. Slash your mortal shell, listen to this voice. Satan is waiting, hear him calling. May the war bells chime again. Feel the power to give death. No one of them is innocent. Smell the stench of their fear. Sequestred in the dark. Humiliation and torture. Destroy the human rights. Desecrate the creation of God. And when you lose the taste, when supplies don't your eyes anymore, end your misery life. Suicide for Satan. Destroy your life for Satan!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Wine is color of faded red, icon of a past No drug make me forget all this blood and this night Gazing at the cold moon, memory of a face of doom Which looks at me with scorn, wothing will be the same anymore Pictures of the past are never to be back Bloodfingers in your back, I miss the time I made you scars I remember the promise of some rest in a bloodred sea as a release I learnt there is no rest and honesty never pays It wasn't the eyes of betrayal but there was no place for hope I thought it was a place for eternity; it was just a pit in a grey endless sea I hate looking at those mountains that make me remember you I'd like to hate you so more than for myself I've ever done I spread violence and decay, sickness is a hard thing to share All the scars drawing my body won't never release me from grief And tomorrow when the time has past I'll still remind your name And then return to the place it was and probably shed a tear For the remain of this human blaze which was blown off this night I just hope where you go, you'll remember what was i I bleed for it went too fast, the wound is still opened You've gone as those flowers died, as the bloodred turns to black You'll remember me as faded wine and wish me the best The best is still for me that I can meet you soon in hell…..

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Exiled from the so called sane, Dwelling in some moisted cave, In some place that means despair, Where the mortals fear to approach… And there, through an ugly candlelight At first you could see a black formless shape And then an abomination freezing your blood In the realm of decayed flesh, you'll have to stay… And in the few weeks after, among the human carriows Moribunds wait their turn, to join the stench of mass grave Majestas leprosus Rotten flesh wrapped in rags, no more looking like humans Piles of coffins wait to burn, the leper death prevails Majestas Leprosus.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

By freezing nights of wind and rain, a pale corpse is gazing at the moon Mortified to solve the secret and find the purity this time To blow off my tortured soul… The ugliness inside… Today the few that's left for me is tainted with blood and ugly thoughts And even in centuries, pain will forever remain A statement of a wasted life, darkness turned to grey sorrow, under the silver starlight No Flower nor wreast, no cry no regret, just let me rot, that's enough for me To blow off my tortured soul… The ugliness inside… Those nights of despair seem to never end Drowned in illusion, cut from any life All has been so grim so far Death awaits, it's time to day Stillborn or already dead? One night I'll rip this life like a big sow! I ask for no pardon as I soon get what I deserve And remember all I've done… I've done it against myself. Everything's so ugly now, I hate what surround me, moon…I'll miss you No flower no wreast, no cry nor regret, just let me rot, that's enough for me. To blow off my tortured soul…. The ugliness inside…

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

If these walls could speak, they would tell the weird story Of some secret cursed dynasties, witnesses of the time… And also crimes and blasphemies suppuring blood and tears… The unhealthy stench of moist, the aura so dark, Mesmerizing they lead your soul to blow your life apart And ask you to stay forever as some others did in the past… First they all felt under the charm until it consumed their mind Isolation supports the paranoia, until tragedy came… At night I can hear the chanting of the dead… Here is no peace… if these walls could speak… Domain of flies, spiders and rats, no place for human reign Even some priest would have changed, revealing the beast inside From the cursed day they were built, hiding fear and mystery Evil dwells in these walls, satan possesses the moisted stones Times stops as you pass the entry, voices call to join them down As a golden torture chamber, grim but still living on its own Even gold rusts so close to evil, forles call you to stay To feed them with new blood, as some others did in the past Here is no peace…. If these walls could speak Fascinated by morbid thoughts, fleshcrawls and fever pulsions The paradox of ecstasy when sanity extinguishes Reversed is the cycle of nature, reversed is the cycle of life A few knew it but all were touched, the plague goes on Sowing the seeds of discord, leading humans to fratricide As some icy stone fingers closing on yours destiny Time doesn't exist anymore, here is no peace I knew it a time and will never forget this scar…

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

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