Souls at Zero
Isolated so long, blighted by the first frost. Longing for the warmth of human touch. Through this wall of ice I can see you. Callous only outside, from the kicking And the beating down. Please rip them from my body, please! Glacier growing larger. Mirror growing darker. Do you see the blue? My forefront of consciousness. Has been ignored. The healing touch of time has abandoned me. Abandoned me! The longing brings me near, but the fear Keeps me inches/worlds away. Reaching through the ice at last. But you feel the frost and run. Run from me back to the secure. (You didn't belong here anyway) And I'm left still, still longing Still cold So cold.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
No seed will grow of this barren earth. Our hope unborn has died. I've slept in the dirt under the light of the moon and I know our souls have perished. Calling to those that would hear but I am deaf. Clawing at those that would feel but I am dead to my own fears. Our cancer has grown into a stone. This water tastes like poison. Your doomsday machine towers above me to instill my vision. Glowing pyre in the wind, like a glowing pyre in the wind I stand to heal. I tried to touch the feelings they have shown, our cancer's grown into a stone. More cracks as our ceiling caves in. This is our destiny. These are visions, visions on.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Power Too weak to stand up the power Mentally castrated Seeking security in sedation Sedation amidst the hum of the machine Playing on Grinding on weakness Grinding on the weak Punishment for the feel Rebellion manifests in those who are strong and punishment for the feel Only way out or out there But out there is the end Sick, sick They're damned good at it Last straw, no more, fight Her eyes rolled back Her eyes rolled back NO!! The mutiny has been electrocuted
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Leave me demons did I want you? Why do you need me? I can see you have so many. I know I'm a magnet but why must I feel your evil? You give me pain. My thoughts of blood reign. And it's falling to someone... I'm clawing, crawling, slower, deeper. For this void in my head only you can fill. Your fingers reach so far into my soul. My blood is filled with blood you spilled. And it's falling to someone... You web is my time. I can see the sign. It flows through heart. It sees through eyes. It fills my soul. And it's finally falling to someone... My spirit seeks these desperate moments. Dissolving the prescribed crucifix. It lurks and watches, slowly, waiting. To wash the sickness from my mind.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Bury me in a shallow grave. So the rain will wash me away. And the sun will burn my soul and the earth will feed on me. The earth must drink my sour blood To breathe. My disease is caustic pain. I'm stumbling but I'm trying to say that I'm crumbling away. In the corner you'll find me. On the back of the bus. Sterile, sterile vision
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
The cycles they are clawing Thrive Wander, then starve The cycles they are thawing Dive Wallow, then freeze Silence Ripping up through the cracks The thriving of the doomed Before the cleanse to dust Rise Run Feed Ripen Wound Wither Fall Rise again Taking time by the forelock A chronology for survival And a wretched end for the pathetic
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Destroy the eyes of the world Wish for invisibility God damn your eyes I say from the gallows Stripping you down Ashamed for feeling Ashamed for thinking No right to my own real Foundation, death in life Murder in the matrix The hole in your soul marks the ruins The lost city The lost child Anonymous persecutions Attracting autonomy from the flank Bridges burned Internal shame spirals you down Do not be ashamed of freedom
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
When it begins - Takeahnase - the floods will sever the christs from the earth. Thieves called it property - Takeahnase - you'll drown for our mother's disgrace. We tried to tell you, now let us show you. You'll know the way. Like spiny fingers you'll separate. You'll know the way. Takeahnase. Cold, distorted air - Takeahnase - the blood must flow to pay for your hour. This human garbage - Takeahnase - You'll drown for our mother's disgrace. Burn down.
This track is instrumental.