Maleficium - Part 1

Weak is the flesh Lust for putrified tissue Come inside, under my skin I'll expose it all for you Weak is the flesh, expose it all for you Wanna see what my insides look like I cut myself open for you Indulge in the feast This abominable sickness never sleeps Weak is the flesh Devour the forbidden fruit Come, lick up the liquid I spew Have a taste of my naked brain It's just a fleshwound Weak is the flesh This lеthal disease runs in the bloodstrеam Release, release the torniquet Oozing black from every hole Lubrication euphorize us Carnal deceit, falling from grace Into the bottomless pit of foul human waste Weak is the flesh Weak is the flesh, let your body rot with mine Weak is the flesh, let your body rot inside mine Larvae-infested intestines Hatching the spawn of our raw obscurity These comfortable chains Forged in fear for our human remains Oozing black from every hole Lubrication euphorize us Carnal deceit, falling from grace Into the bottomless pit of foul human waste Release the torniquet Let your body rot with mine Let your body rot inside mine Weak is the flesh

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 06, 2026

Mist on the moat rising, insidious warning Still waters shrouded in veils of mourning The dusk ushered in by sombre bells Something sinister dwells in the mist on the moat Remnants of false confessions extracted under duress Turn the rack, turn the thumbscrews, all witches will confess Seeping from the murky depths the verdict resonates Something sinister awakes in the mist on the moat Legacy of our long lost sisters Once tested, sink or float Listen, their desperate screams a faint whisper Rising with the mist on the moat Guilty, all witches will confess Guilty, aue process Guilty, to drown or to fry Guilty, why? Under the image of Christ in his thorny crown With a fluttering heart you watched them burn You watched them drown, why? Guilty, all witches will confess Guilty, due process Guilty, to drown or to fry Guilty, why? Under the image of Christ in his thorny crown With a fluttering heart you watched them drown Remnants of false confessions extracted under duress Turn the rack, turn the thumbscrews, all witches will confess Sink or float? A faint whisper rising with the mist on the moat You watched them burn, you watched them drown Mist on the moat rising

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 06, 2026

Confess Confess Confess, witch Confess If you have something to confess better do it now Before your soul is banished If you have something to confess better do it now Give your soul some peace Everyone's a little evil Everyone's got something to confess Reveal your covenant, reveal your coven Reveal your secrets, sorceress Let's help you loosen that stubborn tongue of yours Let's swim the witch Sink and drown Acquitted in your watery grave Float and burn Let the fire consume what water repels Repent your wicked deeds Renounce the devil as your master Reveal your secrets, sorceress Or swim again Sink and drown Acquitted In your watery grave Float and burn Let the fire consume what water repels Sink and drown Acquitted In your watery grave Float and burn Let the fire consume what water repels If you have something to confess better do it now Before your soul is banished If you have something to confess better do it now Give your soul some peace Everyone's a little evil Everyone's got something to confess Reveal your covenant, reveal your coven Reveal your secrets, sorceress Sink and drown Everyone's a little evil Float and burn Everyone's got something to confess

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 06, 2026

I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones My mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice My mother's child is a savage She looks for her omens in the colors of stones In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers In the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones My mother's child dances in darkness She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon She watches the stars and renames the planets And dreams she can reach them with a song a broom I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones My mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice We are all brought forth out of darkness Into this world through blood and through pain And deep in our bones the old songs are waking So sing them with voices of thunder and rain We are our mother's savage daughters We will never lower our voice

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 06, 2026

I told the crows what you did Weaving spells of entangled ivy in a leafy grid Croaks of a murder, clacking of beaks Keen to peck out your eyes Alive with the seeds of vengeance I beckon the blood moon to rise Live through me, Magdalena Thorn apple to sharpen my beak Henbane to unfold my wings Belladonna enhances the curses I speak Ritual in the halls of green Imbued with the forces of the forest queen As I draw arrows from her quiver What once was lost shall grow again Serpents slither up my spine from root to divine Serpents slither up my spine Serpents slither up my spine Born and devoured, consumed and reborn As the cycle renews, I become a mesh of sharpened thorns Plotting revenge from root to divine, the horny and the horned Under the blood moon meet the witches' dawn I am lust, the boiling blood I am the living flesh of ancient beasts Deep in its belly smoldering embers Deep in the wisdom of our wombs we remember Serpents slither up my spine From root to divine In the halls of the mother forsworn Meet the witches' dawn

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 06, 2026