When I Cut the Throat
Order! For honour for blood Hands like claws are hanging weapons For the crowned eagle, for pride and sword Solitude will help me to survive Sacrifice my life for which no one will cry Walking, I trample the cross Of false images, of hypocrisy Order! For faith and loyalty Torn wounds will never heal Betrayers shall be hanged on the hill of scaffolds Vultures shall get the remains of their corpses In countenance of four faces you will not deceive the truth Thousands of lies torment my country...Betrayal! Merciless mass shall be hanged on its place And I shall be one of the vultures And I will vilify the last ritual!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
A journey in a dream so clear Frost and snowfall all around Neverending lust of inversion of reality I emigrated from inside the spoiled moments Shameful mob that doesn’t know the truth Far from the virtues I had known My scorn towards them reaches the clouds in which emptiness dwells A dream of the realm of wisdom, where no traitor dwells Over the mountains and thick mist The smell of death lingers I reach one hand up into the face of the clouds And the other one towards the mountains… I can’t find the meaning! Far into the depth of the heart of the being Find the ashes of the ancestors, Sprinkled like galactic dust They pave the path of my existence and the wisdom of life At the depths of night stars fall down It’s a sign for us to awake and walk the path paved by eternity
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Where grayness and dead trees in the infinity of night's emptiness Where constant pain, misanthropy and blackness Where suffering, bloody cries and bitter wailing Where winds never stop blowing and day nevers comes Where fun, love and fucking happiness has never been felt Where sun has never shone Where your God has never existed! There is my world of the living dead...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
A scream broke the darkness Tearing the silence hidden in the dark Fear of the soul mistreated with light Arisen from the chaos of merciful dreams Purified with a road through a fiery lightning A mysterious creature in a black chariot Disappearing in a rising mist Thoughts washed by the living scum They won’t reach the depth of misery A mind dazzled with alcohol I stab the blade, cutting the throat Spilling blood give relief I reach into the mystery and chaos the were once unavailable Behind the fog I can see the chariot… It’s getting closer A steam of ecstasy Nothing exists anymore Silence of dark clouds soothed my pain and suffering which became bliss
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Rotten scent of day’s colours When you had stopped they had flowed for you Laughter and happiness of the mob You don’t want to understand Passing years die in the pantheon of pain Sunset will never end The rise you will never see… Hidden inside old trees You isolated yourself from filth Only cry of dark trees Rise arms towards eternity Walking, coming from the depths Rocks you to sleep, unstoppably and slowly Sounds of birds that dwelt here… Nothing will match the pleasure of dusk Night and silence will come Silence which should not be interrupted Essence of the blackness’ depth cannot be broken
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026
Clotted as the blood on my arm Is my despise towards the worthless mob No expressed words Would reach anyone anyhow Mystified world which has sense only for scum Trust is the road to nowhere Hungry mouths wait for your mercy Only blows from your filthy mouths will bring relief Filthy whores created to swallow semen Decapitated by their own conscience I will hurt your feelings Before you all die I will destroy your Jahwe Do not forget this pain Myth of your king will be all that remains!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 21, 2026