Legacy
I long to die In the mother's womb Then I'd sleep And be at rest Never alive Like a miscarriage That has been buried In mud and dirt Isn't he here To take our weakness And to bore Our disease Shouldn't he Save us from drowning Yet no calm in sight Futile, useless Pathetic and wretched Perverted and embezzled Idle, feckless Acts of compassion Serve wore and shine One misconception As it ever was Acts and words Just echos in the void Not a glass of wine Nor a loaf of bread Will ever change A certain fate Why does God Give a light To the weary And afflicted hearts That wait for death And it does not come And paths are covered All around But as expected Still left alone But as expected Not a bit of hope
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
Are they meant to be more Are they meant to be worthy Are they meant to be responsible A script of failure and lies Resurrected by hellfire And armed with the words of guilt Longing for lasting existence A force of the wicked and sick Don't let me rest Nor let me think 'Cause I'll find The rotten core in itself Yet another night appears In the mist of the day We've seen it a thousand times Old hands on filthy sheets Close your eyes and mind From the yet endless cycle Just another Holocaust Another case of extinction Crawling towards a certain fate And actually feel nothing Unfaithful Unforgiving Relentless Broken Not owning yet loosing Not searching yet finding Not wanting yet needing Not living yet dying
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
When God speaks His words resound The pious prophet Can't remain silent Mighty words Used as swords Against the wicked Clothed in sin Three, four, sacrileges The locust flies The fields in fire Evil rises From the ground Justice flows Just like water In the river Of righteousness I'll burn your houses With rightful fire I'll smash the palace With upright swords Closed eyes Yet seeing Thoughts become truth And words be swords Amos the prophet
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
The atrophy Of the Apostles Lives on papyrus Never to be erased The canon of God The Old Testament The book of Moses The creation of man The holy phrases Shall remain Like the flowing rivers And the warming sun The Canon of Nil Nothing but phlegm A dangerous refuge The addiction to hope The Canon of Nil The desperate search Insight seems pointless In the absence of god The chorus Of dеspair Resounds In Cathedrals Sculpted and writtеn Created in delusion In the candlelight Of antiquity A summoning Of restless spirits Craving for affection And a worthy death The Canon of Nil Nothing but phlegm A dangerous refuge The addiction to hope The Canon of Nil The desperate search Insight seems pointless In the absence of god The Canon of Nil Nothing but phlegm A dangerous refuge The addiction to hope
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
Without dignity Without pride Praying for redemption Honoring rotten souls A never ending cycle A life in repetition And the only relief Can be found in lies Yet I understand why Restless souls searching A fluctuation in belief Leads to endless fire
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
I can't deny What has been spoken I can’t deny What has been seen I am ashamed Of the acts been done They faint into the mist Of fear and despair The compulsive compassion That leads within Just another brick of lies In the wall of shame The liturgy still remains Redemption If there was something To hold on to And not just another Rotten branch If there was something To sacrifice Just another piece of mine Thrown in the stake of lies I can't deny I can't deny Death is just turning a key in a lock. And I’m still tied up in a rottеn chair The whitecaps on the wavеs roll towards the beach just like always. And still I'm waiting I can't deny I tried them too Those faithful words Pouring from my lips I can't deny I searched for help But all I found was Rotten and decayed I can't deny I can't deny
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
Like a fruit In the rotten garden Like a soul In the river Styx Like a stone In the unending desserts Like a word In the city of Babylon Not understood Yet true and spoken The sun is reached With wax and feathers Where worlds collide Between Euphrates and Tigris The setting sun In the Occident Where monuments Serve as tombstones Just to serve the dead And what did it lead to Thousand years of sand A civilization Collapsed in itself And what did it lead to Thousand years of sand Thousand years of wisdom Yet just remorse Where dynasties Erect themselves The fertile crescent Shines for the realm Mesopotamia Land of the gods And nothing left But sand and stone The library of Assure The temple of Ara-li Legacies burnt to the ground Forgotten and vanished in sand And what did it lead to Thousand years of sand A civilization Collapsed in itself And what did it lead to Thousand years of sand Thousand years of wisdom Yet just remorse Nothing less and nothing more Nothing less and nothing more Nothing less and nothing more Nothing less and nothing more
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
A gathering of sins The city of decadence The mother of harlots And abhorrent things The origin of evil Of fornication and unbelief May judgement day Cleanse it from within In Babylon We've been neglected The chosen ones Waiting for god to come In Babylon We've been rejected The forlorn sons Jerusalem is near The seven seals been broken Seven trumpets sound Rеsisted the flood But not human dread Dеcay and repression The towers have collapsed The gardens dried out The walls are smashed to dust The legacy shall be erased Their ancient gods shall not remain In Babylon We've been neglected The chosen ones Waiting for god to come In Babylon We've been rejected The forlorn sons Jerusalem is near
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
By the sweat of your face, you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken For you are dust And dust you shall become At which point did this come to be Incessantly pierced by thistles and thorns No ark been built, no ford been laid Naked I'll wander, the sinner's path And dust you shall become And dust you shall become At least a god to claim And some words that hall A returning echo That still remains At least a way to claim And a trail to tread Yet no direction But well-worn feet I ate the weed I wandered the valley There is nothing left To sacrifice It bears me thorns Spikes lead the way The words of Job Don't have an end The ark has sunk The plagues remain The burning bush Has become extinct Jona drowned The newborn's split Lots virgin offsprings Been raped to death The Lord gave The Lord took away The Lord gave The Lord took away The water is rising Daylight disappears The ground is trembling Heaven and earth collide This will be the end As we all know it One last chapter The last act By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, for out of it, you were taken For you are dust, and to dust you shall return For you are dust, and to dust you shall return
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026