All Heed the Black God
Dead children stacked in the abyss of my pipe I use their dreams for kindling when I set them alight Smoking their ghost fill my soul with their sorrow Exhaled in the void, their hopes for tomorrow Dear mothers my gratitude for your treasure Bone fume high, your future burns for my pleasure Hang them up by the neck dry them out in the wind Snap bones off like twigs, burn sweet marrow within Everyone’s gonna fade away one day No need for patience, send them right my way Nothing to be gained from getting old Happiness is sorrow for a dying soul Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Ghost Smoker - Soul Croaker Forever fog runs through my veins I cure my drug in the summer rain Then light it up with the heat from the sun I’ve been addicted since life begun
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Take a ride with me baby To the end of the universe One million mile a heartbeat Our minds twisted from the morning heat I’ll be your heroin Cook me up and invite me in I’ll make you from grace Leave this world for a better place Step on the platform with me baby Don’t look down in the flaming pit One million years in a heartbeat Our bodies stretched to thread by gravity I’ll be your heroin Cook me up and invitе me in I’ll make you from grace Lеave this world for a better place Free world crusade - no one can cascade The experience of dying - but it must be satisfying Last exhalation crusade - no one can cascade The experience of dying - but it must be satisfying
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I wouldn’t mind the bone-dry desert If it was full of sweet sweet water I wouldn’t mind dying of thirst, now If it wasn’t such a bother I wouldn’t mind this burning sun If it wasn’t for scorching heat And if they’d take me all the way home I wouldn’t these failing feet I wouldn’t mind that I’m going to die now If I knew that you would too But I despise that you keep living No matter how much evil you do We have no soul We are soulless We’ll wither away
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Bird covering their ugly beaks on black gold Animals feeding on medicine but never getting old We hold the pen recording the history to be told The longer it writes the clearer the horrors unfold Sentenced to death by torture because of their fur Forget about sickness, it’s evil that needs to be cured The eyes in the cages show endless suffering and pain Perfect beautiful creatures living in vain This beautiful place is our womb This beautiful place is our womb A treacherous, radioactive tomb Nuclear waste creates diseases beyond the fantastic Dead whales in sick sea eating nothing but plastic They’re planning to leave for space, never to return Leaving the suffering behind, we’re the ash, this is the urn
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
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