The Time of Great Purification
Imprisoned by society's follies, Entombed in our own self destruction, At the end of our time, We will have no resurrection. From our lives of continual suppression, Our liberties open to the powers of dissection, We've laid down our individuality, All in the name of corporate greed, This is quickly becoming our darkest hour, Further letting those control us by their power, Fear consuming our every move, No matter what path we choose, We're doomed with all certainty, By the way our world is heading currently, The end draws near, We are the disease.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Overthrow the ones who hold power, Their tyrannical rule must end now. We must take the steps to prevent it, As our heads are forced to bow. The oppressed will no longer be oppressed, We shall rise becoming the rulers of a new era. No longer starving, No longer hopeless, No longer suffering. We shall rise becoming the rulers of a new era. We won't be another faceless name. Fighting for the air we breathe, Poisoned by the bullshit we're fed. In most aspects we are already dead. We have been victimized for simply living. Forced into civilizations of slums and poverty, Not just a doe in this plane of existence. No longer starving, No longer hopeless, No longer suffering. The oppressed will no longer be oppressed.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Our lives are on auction, We are the slaves to a corporate harvest. To create a perfect, a flawless world, There is nothing pure left. The degradation of all our nations, The ongoing wave of technology Over running life. Continuing and determining to Finding faster ways to Be controlled by material possessions. Buying and consuming, Ingesting and exploiting, Brainwashed by the mindless media, No stimulation in our minds. We are rapidly running out of time, No individuality, no knowledge, No hope, no solace. The final move has been made, The day is drawing near. We have hit our peak, Our existence is bleak. Our lives are on auction, We are the slaves to a corporate harvest.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Consumed by self-righteousness, Questioning our morality. Ripping away the idea of our existence, Like Christ was ripped from the womb. Prayer is a fucking crutch, A safety net for the weak. Close-minded and blinded, By the ideals we keep. The perverse and twisted concepts, Ingrained in our minds, Eating away at us like a cancer. Disgorging words from aeons ago, There is no hope in their words, No answers can be found. Their saviour is a tyrant, A ruler of the peons he enslaves, There is only everlasting Torment in finding salvation
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Your very existence disgusts me The concept of you further polluting humanity's Cespool makes me hate the idea of my remaining time. Complete chaos and total destruction occurs. Purging you of any self-worth, Creating our own hell on earth, Humanity is a malignant tumor upon this planet. We continue to pollute the air we breathe, Choking on our own wants and needs, Completely overruled by our greed. Gouging Earth of its valuable resources, Only contributing to our capitalistic gains, While the ones behind the curtain make millions, Living in ignorant bliss, not even seen as citizens. Turning our backs to the everlasting problems That lie at our feet. The decent into depravity is quickly approaching, Your very existence disgusts me, The concept of you further polluting humanity's Cespool makes me hate the idea of my remaining time.
Suffocated by the lies that are shoved Down our throats. Go to work, to earn nothing. Survival being impossible, Take the fucking hint. Open your eyes and minds, You've been ingesting their filth and lies, The ending of existence. What we have become is truly sickening, Festering in our own self-consumption. This is the genocide of our self-awareness, What we are is grotesque in every way, This is the rape of your freedoms, Where there is life, death is short behind. Forging our way through the sludge And disgusting ideas and mindsets we keep, I can only hope that life on this dismal Planet ends soon, our place and Life on this Earth is overdue.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
A blast from within the cosmos, A catastrophic eruption of life forms, The origins of the species descending from the stars, Creating new life on a once docile planet. Where did we begin? Where do we end? The answers lie within the galaxies that dies Off millions of years before the dawn of man. Visitations by other intelligent life, Suggest we are not alone in this world, We are a small speck in a infinite and Never ending plane of existence. Since the time of man we've always looked to the skies, Asking the questions, why are we here? What lies ahead? Perhaps there's something to our existence here, A foreign reasoning of humanity's place on Earth.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Forced into hiding, from this global uprising, Feeding off the filth from eons of oppression, It's been there all along, A bleak future for the future generations, Becoming more and more evident every day. The ones in power continue to take, As they further their rape, Of all that is around us. I cannot find trust, With those who govern over us,. Minds are festered with ignorance, Ripping away the innards of our liberties, Defecating on the futures of the youth and elderly, Lives are corrupted by complete self-indulgence, Human life seen as another dollar sign, And another mind left to destroy, And another body left to exploit. A bleak future, We are nothing of value, We are nothing but slaves, A bleak future. Forced into hiding, from this global uprising, Feeding off the filth from eons of oppression.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Controlled by these martyrs ideals and beliefs, The righteous of this world feed off our weaknesses. Raping away our inner strength, Living our lives in constant fear, Judging those whom we don't see fit. Oppression by faith, Casting out that which we don't understand. Once our time is over, We will not find our salvation, Fearing eternal damnation and torment. Don't allow oneself to be poisoned by these fables And lies. Deny the claims that your life is not your own. Rely on oneself and not that of a so-called martyr. Do not believe what has been forced into you. Be your own saviour, be your own master, Our heads will not be forced. Reject the false ideals that are pushed, Our knees will not be bent. Controlled by these martyrs ideals and beliefs, The righteous of this world feed off our weaknesses. Raping away our inner strength, Living our lives in constant fear.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
A harvest of our species, chaos weeps from the skies. Acid rain rotting away our civilizations, Ash blankets the landscape, Cities lie in ruins, Pollution clogging the very air we breathe. A cultivation of the human race, Sold into slavery. Sold to the highest bidder, Forced into work camps, Like the final solution. Work will never make us free, Losing more and more everyday, We only further our decay. The Earth is barren and mutilated to no end. Further and further humanity descends, Now we pay the ultimate price, All for the final sacrifice.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
A harvest of our species, chaos weeps from the skies. Acid rain rotting away our civilizations, Ash blankets the landscape, Cities lie in ruins, Pollution clogging the very air we breathe. A cultivation of the human race, Sold into slavery. Sold to the highest bidder, Forced into work camps, Like the final solution. Work will never make us free, Losing more and more everyday, We only further our decay. The Earth is barren and mutilated to no end. Further and further humanity descends, Now we pay the ultimate price, All for the final sacrifice.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
2012 The end of days to come, The earth will regain all its control, Swallowing up our putrid species, Nothing will be left of what was. Cities becoming wastelands, Let the chaos reign. Humanity will be no more. Finally ridding the earth of the everlasting plagues we've created, What we've worked so hard to create Will be laid to waste. It will be but a footnote in the chapters of time, All that once was will be destroyed, There will be no salvation, There is no hope, The extinction draws near, There is no hope. A complete loss, a hopeless cause, There is no progress. A lifetime full of regrets, The blood is on our hands, With no way to wash ourselves of the Errors of our ways, This is the end of days
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025