The Heritage of Past Gods

I want to know the secrets of life Why we are On whose recommendation Our reproduction goes on Are we a part of an experiment Who the fuck was Lord Experiment I think so Why The Holy Book talks about the Jewish Nation Which spent forty years in a desert They had only Manna to eat So the Lord decided Whi the fuck was Lord Are we the result of an unsuccessful experiment Because howelse can I understand human imbecility

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

The day is getting over Silence Silence In the cold walls of the cloister Crying Cry of the priest Cry of the traitor Pain He was young and taught his sheep There wasw a girl Still a child Unprotected The priest desired her Sperm bursted out Who led him to do it God He's hidden between the walls of the monastery Can't see into the mother's eyes Praying for brothers like him Who are under the protection of the cross Still bringing shame Cry of the priest Cry of the traitor Pain Cry of the priest Cry ot the traitor Pain The holy water doesn't help The holy water doesn't help

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Who wants to make me believe That in this universe We are alone Because we are the chosen nation If god was a god I ask Maybe only human beings like us Because in the bible I read that On the Jabel Moussa he fell in smoke and flames I want an answer to my questions Why you stammer priests You don't know what to answer I suggest the truth I ask in the name of mankind Why does god need such technical toys

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Human head in the body of a lion Proudly watching the gates of temples Hybrids described by history We are not a sick fantasy In labs of nonexistent towns Hidden under earth Madmen mixing their genetic cocktails Connecting the human beings with animals Deep in hidden labs Under secret domes Drowsed in iced test tubes Waiting for hatch Hybrids - hidden in glass cocoons Hybrids - bitter genetic cocktail Hybrids - reptiles with human heads Hybrids - heritage of past gods

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Since thousands of years They are rammed into earth In cosmic truth rest Drowsy Still keeping their secrets Secrets of faith Secrets of life Secrets of death and gods Only wind holds in hands that naked pyramids' walls Sometimes the rain washes the dust Which nestles them like a coat Every day comes the sun And burns down the scars of time

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Close my eyes My thoughts spread the wings of imagination I am starting to sail through space Into the garden of harmony In that garden of a small clear brook Welcomes me Inviting me I quench my thirst and see the beauty Which is only here to be seen I dream a dream I dream a dream I dream a dream I dream a dream Drifting into infinity I am on the way amongst their worlds To find more gardens and brooks of clear water

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

In my eyes the mirror of time My soul somewhere there Wandering in demon land Sorcerer's skull is rising Whispering the prayer of the key From my From my mouth Incantations flow Ana ana It's the prayer of death The flame hears the lever of time Icy limps in the arms of life again I am back from the endless trip From the land of lost souls From the land of illusioned gods I just awoke My voice vibrating I have passed gates of unknown worlds And am drifting between ghosts My face sprays a rain Refreshing my tired body Nestled into the burned down earth I hear how it breathes The ashes I have mixed For sacrifice sowed them away The wind soars them And I still whisped Ana ana It's the prayer of death

The colours of the world are living in them Their shapes are strange The energy which pulsated inside is unknown Healthgiving Scattered around our earth And remembering the beginning Maybe someday they will talk Expose the truth of the gods In those stones the truth is enclosed In those stones gods' mystery Like iced matter they are quiet Waiting for the key Time fears us They fear time The genesis will be born again When I hold them in my hands The energy is flowing I know where the truth is But some of them still don't understand

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Somewhere in the universe it's hanging still A magic planet The holy Earth I don't know who created it But I am sure that this is what the demons and gods were fighting for Are we fruits of right Right or wrong In that garden of tears and illusions Cries of children I hear everywhere Why are they crying in that promised land Their prayers do not help They are still in pain Try to reach their mothers But they are rapid and gone away Was the prophets right Is this the end of manking What is the direction of the human beings Why do believes start do die Why do the holy gardens burn The kingdom spill bloody tears Have the demons received their power back Dark Dark Dark rain in our hearts Death is looking into the cradle of life Deep Deep Deep in our brains Lives evil by somebody's creations Bitterness Bitterness Bitterness in my mouth Disappointed without a strange Fear Fear Fear devours our world Children screaming for their future

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Atmosphere cools after the Big Bang Heavy raindrops groove structures Which slowly transforms to land and mountains Tearful winds filling space A new beginning happens in the universe One of millions in the Milky Way Somewhere far away a white dwarf Finished his way Gone out forever Brightness appears at the horizon The sun takes in hand the sleeping crust And the old ice coat wrapped forever Changes slowly into deep oceans Some day lord on birdwings will come To soar life in the holy garden The new colonists will call him God Then again what else Because he created Earth

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Already yesterday Like a proud bird You faced the problems of your days Which cut scars deep inside While the way of your life Your aims were maybe quite in reach Dreams which grind winds Wrapped with the warmth of memories Drifting somewhere In a murderous fight with demon cancer Which insolently has broken inside But you do not bow In spite of inflicted wounds When death knocks on your door Invites you to unknown ways When death stands at your door You raise up your hand and proudly live

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025