Sickening Horror
Album • 2007
This track is instrumental.
It's staring at you with an expression far from natural But could you expect something less than a sick sense of irony? Breathe the years where only art could be abstract Shred the fears to slit the ocean filled with sores It was that time of June when suddenly screamed the velvet waters Words of grace were swimming in a lake of hate Play not vain and hold on to a life deranged Oh sweet sickness in me explain my tragedy, prevent my madness I'll share with you my dead sentimental bodies An eerie aspect of us... drowning I could wish for a brighter sun, but that would be the curse to my reprisal It always feels like a deathly song without stars, without chances to regret It always sings like a silent crow The blackest wings to embrace our trivial lives Breathe the years where only art could be abstract Shred the fears to slit the ocean filled with sores Oh sweet sickness in me explain my tragedy, prevent my madness I'll share with you my dead sentimental bodies An eerie aspect of us... drowning I could wish for a brighter sun, but that would be the curse to my reprisal
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
As I watch the darkest pages of what seems to be the so-called diary of my mind's reflections the only relief is I'm turning breathless to walk by the seashore of self-rejection This cold funeral - Revel inside My cold funeral - Vanishing light Sudden loss of something I never owned but still consider it as one of my personal belongings Obliged to welcome the strange guest I've always disliked in this feast of illusions This cold funeral - Revel inside My cold funeral - Vanishing light Conceive the ending Conceive the potential of nothingness Everything's said and everything's wasted It's like a virus, can you feel this? Everything's been incinerated It's something absent, you can't kill this Everything tastes like desperate dreaming You're left outside a frame that's bleeding Everything's more than anything counted You're shallow inside to conceive it Finally I understand the poem which seemed to me weird Everything's said and wasted and everything's wasted It's like a virus, can you feel this? Everything's been incinerated It's something absent, you can't kill this It's like a virus, it's something absent You're shallow inside to conceive it
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Is this all you ever dreamed? A wicked swan? Is this all you ever asked? A perfect disease? So you compromise to the jester's demands As the wise man predicted the places invert Retrieve the essence with the grace of a lunatic It's terrifying even for the oldest tree Is this all you ever raped? Beside your own life? Is this all you ever wanted to heal? So you compromise to the jester's demands As the wise man predicted the places invert Retrieve the essence with the grace of a lunatic It's terrifying even for the oldest tree You fool! You miserable fool! Look at you! You're made of hatred! How did it cross your mind that someone would care about this virus? How did it cross your mind that someone would greed such emptiness? So you compromise to the jester's demands As the wise man predicted the places invert Retrieve the essence with the grace of a lunatic It's terrifying even for the oldest tree
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
Do you have the courage? The courage to ask the unborn if they ever want to enter the devilish hell disguised as this world And with nauseating demons surround each other and simply referred as 'humans' Restrain the outbreak of these thoughts This game is fake therefore has failed To confront eternity in ecstatic solitude helpless and weak where you only can create a god, hate the god, erase the god and drown deep into oblivion Restrain the outbreak of these thoughts This game is fake therefore has failed Pray for the day earthly eyes will collapse The saviors will bleed one thousand deaths and the wolves will be cheated by lambs The random observers searching for signs will demolish the statues of faith Pray for the day earthly eyes will collapse The saviors will bleed one thousand deaths and the wolves will be cheated by lambs The random observers searching for signs will demolish the statues of faith
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Observe anything that's real and watch them bleeding A delicate request only to make me safe What a shivering attempt! I'll try again if it kills me Is this everything supposed to be what really is? Just another loss, just another fade To match the pieces and complete my grave Just another drop, just another break To mix the senses and deceive their pain Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding Once I believed there was time exposed in maelstrom Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding Once I conceived the prevention of this dead zone Just another loss, just another fade To match the pieces and complete my grave Just another drop, just another break To mix the senses and deceive their pain Observe anything that's real and watch them bleeding A delicate request only to make me safe What a shivering attempt! I'll try again if it kills me Is this everything supposed to be what really is? Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding Once I believed there was time exposed in maelstrom Forsake my thoughts, forsake my life, forsake my eternal bleeding Once I conceived the prevention of this dead zone
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
Dusted sickness retries to unlock the box of deranged minds, that died in their own wrong reflections Abyssal senses rotate within their minds Decomposing skin-walls surround the vast embrace of delicate misthoughts entering the crypt where nauseating creatures reveal the sight of death Dark one surreality - Transmit serenity Cursed to return and heal this rotted vacancy Dark one surreality - Diseased complicity Cursed to return and feel the streaming energy As I behold the cosmic graveyard filled with hate and decay from all the sickened souls that haunt the dead, I watch the spiral suns turning black and grim to set the universe under surveillance Dusted sickness retries to unlock the box of deranged minds, that died in their own wrong reflections Abyssal senses rotate within their minds Decomposing skin-walls surround the vast embrace of delicate misthoughts entering the crypt where nauseating creatures reveal the sight of death Dark one surreality - Transmit serenity Cursed to return and heal this rotted vacancy Dark one surreality - Diseased complicity Cursed to return and feel the streaming energy As I behold the cosmic graveyard filled with hate and decay from all the sickened souls that haunt the dead, I watch the spiral suns turning black and grim to set the universe under surveillance
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Another dead, who's dead? I guess I never know, into the maze of this neurotic biochemical device Drowning in the midst of creativity - Excess of hate A disguise to impress all the distracted - Six failed attempts Decimal transfer of schematic holograms to prevent contempt Gray scenes to display which memories crept Graves - For each process that ended in monstrosities Graves - To drain this waste for the subconscious to relish Explore this wasteland to release the joy of those tragedies Explore this swamp to regain obscure emotions Subjective memories of loss buried in the cryptic chasm of all the pictures rotting in this flooded chamber, fabulous in its dramatic dismay Keep rotting in this flooded chamber, fabulous in its dramatic dismay Graves - For each process that ended in monstrosities Graves - To drain this waste for the subconscious to relish Explore this wasteland to release the joy of those tragedies Explore this swamp to regain obscure emotions
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Alter the ways of transferring to distant planets The cosmic crypt is opened and no one can pass it to taste the burning future or the frozen past A million years until this dark passage opens up again When time used to exist and darkness was enlightened, the fragments of suffering were vanished through nether grounds, inside the future cones Gain access to enter the convex corridors, to lift you to the districts of infinite density Filled with dread I am ascending these weird space-time adaptors across the dark matter, to the sphere of the unexplained The black points create and multiply the unrevealed level of light-speed, causing overall defragmentation and diagrams of time emerge as none And then the wormhole is cut off I reach the side, the side of no return The view of this psychic place, becomes my way from nowhere to somewhere A crystal sight of this bottomless abyss, a sensation that's turning to real is the convincing fact that I'm physically dead within the abstract and the undefined The need to proceed with the mental devoutness, is the most intensive reason to fade My intellect is now evolved, the conversion has been achieved
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
...so, nothing exists. Dead silence spread the cold funeral for Landscapes that bled backwards, to end this dreadful syndrome of indefinition. In rooms with invisible walls I crawled and realized different views show us things in different ways. When you look nothing from any view, you still look nothing. Then hours of fear were singing with cries, sick melodies synchronized to write the script of our demise. Fade in the drops of a rain mournful and damned.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
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