Gastwerso
You can see the shadow Before blowing out the light You can see a darken moon Blocking all the sight You can see the torches And everyone in despair They are gathered in hundreds For their feeble prayers Do you hear the echo From the ancient crucifix Do you hear a voice A revelation from the dead Do you hear the echo From the ancient crucifix The anger of the gods Still rolling heads Swarming round in circles Grasping for the end Parasites will follow This everlasting flow Burning all the witches In the name of the cross Beheading the philosopher To fulfill the loss
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
I see the crooked tree And the frozen branches I can feel them Crawling down my spine I want to smell the weed And taste the sigarette I want to drink wine In the mausoleum Give me the hammer Give me the saw So I can build my shrine Turn off the light And walk away So I can pretend I`m not alive I can see the chapel Up on the high throne Craving my submission I will not undertake Save the pity and the grief And the unspoken words I will have my peace In the mausoleum
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
She was so prudent In her earlier days Innocent in her approach Youthful with a curious mind Sending off the signals Far into the dark So nervously in her chair She is waiting for a glint of light Gazing into the unknown Into the black emptiness Alone in silent hours As age passing by Hour become days become years Grey hair count the days Oh..I will miss the green meadows And not this rugged table The wood is burnt out The coffee is cold The endless wait Has left her dry
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
I can see the future, In the flames I can see the past, In the flames I can see the hatred, In the flames I can see you disappear, In the flames Find the rebel, Find the mark Find the wanderer, In the dark You can choose, But I decide The gate is open, Walk inside My heart is warm, Just as yours My skin is melting, Just as yours Feel the fire, Feel the flood Feed my hunger, With your blood I can see the torment, In the flames I can see your soul, In the flames See the fated, See the cursed Find the path, through the dark Behind the wall The birds are free In the mountains And by the sea
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
A black and white poster Hanging on the wall Young naked girls Laying on the floor Bruised up and wasted Beating down the door Feeding the anger Feeding the core Rebellious bastard Bitter, fierce and restless Rebellious bastard Cold and relentless I`m a weasel I don`t care I live my life Like an agitator When darkness comes I light the fire Looking for trouble Looking for a blast I can see you on the other side Drinking champagne in your Jaguar I will shatter all your hopes and dreams I will shut your mouth and make you scream
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025