Viridian Inferno
A celibacy cover-up To remain pure within their guise You gather at the chapels Where your tears stream and eyes gone dry From a figure so sly with arms wide open A truth not told, a secret not spoken Vicars, bastards, sin after sin Piled up bodies in the shadow of the crucifix Hallowed grounds, loose soil Salted earth around its walls Sons and daughters in an unmarked grave Lust for the man in black, and defiance of your faith Faint cries below your feet The dirt shifts as the children crawl No one dare speak that they've fucked a man of God They'll call it immaculate conception and just throw it in the yard Hallowed grounds, loose soil Salted earth around its walls Faint cries below your feet The dirt shifts as the children crawl In the shadow of the crucifix
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Considered to be golden A child of no concern Looking for an outlet of your aggression In search of that song to be heard Hair stands on end from a dissonant hymn Touched of power and your future opens wide Taken down from your pedestal Now considered the antichrist Demonic embrace, leather bound Looks of disgust in your surrounds Satanic panic Outcast, displace, your passion they scorn A righteous attack, protesting morals Elders praying it's just a phase And that you'll see the light and break these chains Break these chains Satanic panic
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
The hunter The hunted Enter the lion's den Flush the ghosts of sacred land Wielding steel to maim and kill Into the fray Your sanity decays A green inferno That'll you astray Disorientation, jungle consumes Claustrophobia, closing in on you A gruesome display Bones pave the way Brought to the boil The cauldron awaits Ambushed, disarmed, bound legs and arms Strung up and bled, butchered and fed Bleeding from mouth to the soil The full circle So taste the blood Taste, taste, taste the blood The hunter Becomеs the hunted So taste thе blood Taste the blood Taste the blood Taste, taste, taste the blood
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
The people have spoken, it's an eye for an eye The ultimate price is what you'll pay Huddled in masses in the city streets Bloodthirst on a summer's day A guillotine hangs high For this sadistic show Raped and tortured, garrotted and bruised Haunting sight burnt into the eyes of two You take her corpse to the moor at night There she'll lay, out of mind and out of sight Now you're sentenced to die, die, die Roaring cheer in your final moments Your death put on display Drop of the blade, a severed head A split second is all it'll be Slice through its victims May your head roll Raped and tortured, garrotted and bruised Haunting sight burnt into the eyes of two You take her corpse to the moor at night There she'll lay, out of mind and out of sight Now you're sentenced to die A guillotine hangs high For this sadistic show Slice through its victims May your head roll
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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Fresh meat on hooks Wheeled out by the butchers Behind the walls Vultures circle the offerings Fighting for survival A free-for-all Cannibalistic terror as they scurry through the guts Holding on to what they need as they're licking up the blood The weak stand outside the fray, nothing but skin and bone Sick and lifeless creatures to be an offering to them all Nothing left to waste And every loss a gain They're stripped until erased The taste of life rеturns Nothing left to waste Scatterеd remains left behind The machine begins to cease It squeals for meat, malefactors form a line Cast into the grinder so they can feed Cannibalistic terror as they scurry through the guts Holding on to what they need as they're licking up the blood The weak stand outside the fray, nothing but skin and bone Sick and lifeless creatures to be an offering to them all Nothing left to waste And every loss a gain They're stripped until erased The taste of life returns When there's nothing left to waste
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Blood cuffs the horizon Feels like I'm at my end I'm drowning deeply Can anyone even hear? I said I'm drowning deeply But no one is hearing me I said I'm drowning deeply But no one can reach me I wonder how am I still here truthfully I feel like this world doesn't have room for me But I still try But I still try
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Intruders of tranquility, their cross held high Crusaders from the unknown birthed from fire Unaware of your self-destruction We don't need your god, no slaves, no masters Deliver us all from evil Bloody tomes with poison text That plagued the world as you worship death Deliver us all from evil Nails from Christ to casket A spurn of sovereignty Sentinels arise Dust to dust End of lies Blind ignorance caused your demise Martyrs scream that turn to silence There's not a glimmer of hope And your bеliefs are the еnd result No faith will extinguish A scorched earth Apostles will immolate Leaving no stone unturned A taste of your self-destruction It's a testament to our end, your rapture Deliver us all from evil Bloody tomes with poison text That plagued the world as you worship death Deliver us all from evil Nails from Christ to casket A spurn of sovereignty Sentinels arise
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Engulfed in the torture Of a man-made hell Corpses fill the trenches Black smoke and putrid smell Flayed by fire Scorched to the bone Death from above The dead lay below In this mass grave Screams of pain Skulls shatter Like panes of glass Liquidation Into puddles of pus Choke on the gases From the burning heap Watch them all struggle Struggle to breathe In this mass grave Hear the screams of pain Toxic rot Flame fuеl nausea The carrion flock To feast on thе valley of death Stripping flesh from these victims of war And fading away those who fall Those who fall Mass grave Mass grave Mass grave Mass grave Mass grave Mass grave Mass grave Mass grave
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Eating me like a parasite Draining day by day Will I return to normality? Or will I always be this way? Struggle to move or speak Crippling chaos within Internal torment Think about death Resolve the hell A burden, a pest No farewells Struggle to move or speak Crippling chaos within Internal torment From the inside My mind's running around in circles Talking to myself Alone in the dark A tunnel with no end Reflection through cracked mirror A sign of my ills I'll face my demons And this void to fill Its grip holds tight Turns my head around This internal torment Is where my life is bound
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026