Become Malignity
I am war I am your soul The one reason for your existence For why you are For why you breath And why you reign in atrocities I will lead you to your death And without doubt you will follow I'm your thoughts I'm your god Your black heart I'm inside you I control you For i am you Bleed for war Man the lines Lose your minds Flesh the front Killing will stop to the point Where there is no one left to kill Everything must be resolved Unwritten laws of brutal force Machinery of war evolves After all there's no remorse To no one is given a birth Desolated peace of earth Treat all as your enemy And become malignity
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Flesh devouring ceremony Reek of rotting tissue surrounding me as I feast again So decayed is your flesh inside me Mountains of corpses beneath me Rivers of blood turn into seas You will stare forever with dead eyes open Blood rains from blackened skies Storms rage above completed evil And I who eat shall rise to rule this rotting world of flesh Hunger that can only grow Lunacy that can't be undone Era of unspeakable disgust Devourer's absurd divinity Behold the world, unearthly one, vile bloodcovered abomination Sights far beyond bearable All flesh to consume
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Again we have this decision to make Talking of peace seems so hollow and fake as we choose Do we end this day with words or force? Obviously, we choose killing of course Now we lay here dead Our earthly remains unsilent at night and forever cursed For desire of the war, our souls continue to fight For chaotic will to kill, our souls gather every night For the misery we caused, Once again we must suffer War cry howls through the midnight sky Once again, we must die No need to search for enemy We are our own archnemesis No need to seek for truth Nor to believe any prophecies We are our own archnemesis
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Burned deserts cover the burned remains that once were covered in blood stains Infested by abomination Descendants of modern berserkers Mutation in degeneration Enchantment in genetic failure What can be barely called a man awakes in blurred thoughts and recalls The most dominant attribute The violence with fatal force And new blood stains the burned earth with newgained knowledge of killing The one skill still remains strong when everything else is lost Remains of near-extinction Still a born-violent creation Now inhumanly deformed But true myrmidon to its true nature Newborn Hordes Second coming New battles follow The second awakening
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025