Divus de Mortuus
the evil one he came to me he grasped my heart and let it bleed tore the flesh from my brain filled the cup then we drank bathed in blood there we played raised a cross began to pray cross the void of the abyss erect a world of holiness the church of death a sweetened taste held my hand caressed my faith sheathed in darkness immune to light the whore of decay called the light begin to grow its wings have spread embrace the harvest of mutilated death housed for Satan's holiness repeat 2X
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
the illusion shattered light decayed encompasses you in a putrid state of life the parasitic larval remains the host that fed upon your dying thoughts you held the holy cross then cursed the god you lost the holy church praised so great twisted and contorted into a malignant growth of fools the ritualistic ignorance breeds conception of his satanic majesty the contorted visions of holiness flesh concealed in a tomb of morbid stench the blackened mass of stagnant filth your stereotypical mind harbored so valuable you held the holy cross the cursed the god you lost the blood flows through your brain and darkens out the light in vain in my path you'll surely die as the blood shall fall from you contaminate your breeding life cast to hell the dried remains rip the crown from your head lick the wound s and bleed again
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
I Um Alu Super I Um Alu Super I Um Alu Super I Um Alu Super the feast of blood is for the dead Damnos Putes Viscus Damnos Putes Viscus Damnos Putes Viscus Damnos Putes Viscus The stench of death your god will fall
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
toxic decay violent determination slaughtering all in vain the faces rot and bleed mutilated death i call its ruling hand supreme consummate the blood i hunger rotted flesh from the bones, it falls awakening from holy slumber the priest shall call the dead rise to me, oh light of darkness feel the touch of my cold embrace castrate the past forgotten seal the vow and laid to rest wailing souls scream tormenting anger lay the hands upon blessed dead. awakening from holy slumber the priest shall call the dead rise to me, oh light of darkness feel the touch of my cold embrace castrate the past forgotten seal the vow and laid to rest wailing souls scream tormenting anger lay the hands upon blessed dead
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026