Skandinavisk Misantropi

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I see four suns in the sky My limbs becomes a rope of madness I have been awake for days on end Trying to unravel the secret of that one great pain There's an evil sickness inherent in humanity Lord Christ saviour or death, just death Descending angels - too fucking late Face the emptiness for everything is nothingness The procession of empty faces moves On a path of dying dead death The indifference of mankind - ekler meg Souls already rotting and turning to dust Hear the wailing, the mourning, of that ONE soul The great emptiness that awaits us Through forests deep and barren woods Through the minds of dead philosophers Towards the great nothingness

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

In the 1569 eyes that I see through The real intention comes alive So hopelessly lost in hopes all of you I wish you all could see what I see This world is empty as empathy With eyes like poisoned snakes I burn at the core of redemption Like sick animals I'll put you to sleep And see that this world is nothing Incineration as healing A wound of ecstasy The hand that caresses By death I give life To enjoy everything enjoy nothing To know everything know nothing To own everything own nothing To be everything be nothing I Am the Breath of God

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

In this age of splintered glass In this ripping of living souls In this moment of deaddeathdreams In this scattering of self-restlessness Scars of my everdrowned condemned spirit Shall I travel to worlds unknown then? I probably shan..t. Pray I am stuck in this world of shitstained tears I swallowed the swimming horses I engulfed the sleeping winters owl I gave birth to the last beast in the sky And at worlds end I laughed out loud I crucified my dreams with passion I erected the tombstone myself I dug the grave with scornful glee Three days of silence I obtained For my crucifixion The burial and funeralpyre of my past Now change came with mournful hatred In the eyes. Your eyes. Eyes of doom. In them I find the comfort of where others fear to roam Open the rivalry within the codex of life I..ll ride through these drugcrazed nights Me and my reflection are but one I pushed up into life and pulled out of it Disabled was God Disabled was Satan Disabled we never were Crack open the lingering fear and let it breathe I drown so slowly these days I choke on stale air In limbo I remain My blood is pregnant with contortionists I do not fear I do not I do not - fear life I am anti-matter. I Am a Satanist. I Am a Christian. I am a leper god. I am what you want me to be. But I am not. I am anti-matter. Am I never am Christian. Oh, the holy way of fucking up words. Your knees were made for kneeling. Mine were not. Christendom, religion of pity. You call yourself a Satanist? I am anti-matter. True Black Metal. Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

The arrow Told me I am under stars As sweet as being But the stars' faces The implant is The Merciful Dust The slick face of the unborn Exhausted head In the peace of the trip The spurs stutter "chaos" Or "love" But only the lonely The axe At which click you At fucked faun play Makes faces Of stairs and stars But the train is dead Your faith "I wonder who makes the sea?" "I wonder Ur?" The neck smells nude And the pain and love After the woman blossoms At streams I see moths fail in polite twilights The broken banks The horses fall The beautiful pool Buy grace in installments Give fox fox fox Frost broken face Vulture face Kain Craving the unlimited nothingness The seeps through the eyeballs of life Sanctified by the hand of the Lord The one that kept his secrets and Balanced the unforgiven challenge That I hoped to wear on my shoulders Nothing else came through these walls Except the screams that shattered Your dreams Sagacity of wanton strangeness Coming up on the ever yielding lifelessness In through the holiness of His miseries Slaying the by-products of the eternal screams To whatever cleverness you tried to balance Retributions and dull confirmations Kept clean for your own contributions Slowly I saw your face of Hell and touched every way of it Pollutions never came that easy When Satan stared back in anguish Dissolutions where always pure as ice How can you now cast the dice? Like sharpened knives of dried up shells The informations from you was dreadlife In its own depravity it called out To shared visions of the sky divisions How could I ever go this way? How could I ever love your eyes? Mishandled nothings of dying cavortions Hell or Heaven was never an option Probability is non-negotiable Inside those cracked up bells And came crashing in flashes That once was you and me They piled up Jesus-like bombshells The mystery of the one soul given Of all I craved Of all I behaved Hell or Heaven was never an option For us

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

I am sick So sick and tired I'm so sick and tired of this life As I watch you wander off one and all Dragging yourselves into the suicide of the mind While still praying and praising his Whoredom And so I try laughing while kissing goodbyes The last idiots still proclaiming their cuntlike Stories of their salvation poured out Into your vast and desolate structures of life As if life itself took a twisted turn and a crooked cross As children rise in silvery bleak moons singing songs For all the dead never realizing their departure from life And the road ahead is full of mud and slippery like birth And on your feet you rise and fall and rise and fall I sit in the shelter of my mind Where finalized and realized beauty is but temporary And savage brutality is part of all my moves and cracks There is no shelter from the demon-angels and theft There is no shelter from the ones inside your mind I like the way things tend to lean on irony I'd like to take you all to hell with me...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Like Rimbaud I licked the venom from The Mother..s cunt Fingertips embrace the swollen wound That has become my soul A shady tree And a drunken monk A vivid stroke And a dying breath I cast the bones of red dogs Gnawing at my impending doom On a shore, on a boat, in life Rectify the dreams of my past In the presence of absence To deliver the pain of the universe The heart, the disintegration I have nothing more to say I washed my hands with tears Shed by a thousand harlots Dim, darkness, so in vain Redefines beauty and shattered hopes Somehow I detected the lies The worms, the cost of dreams And inbetween days the Nothingness The soul of something real I have nothing more to say

Übermensch - Übermensch - Übermensch Flickering - black - white - trash - sound - to - noise Climbing down the bathroom walls All that is left is you Endless days - endeløse mareritt - you Naked - nerve-ends folding in How long can you howl into MY mind -ScumDrug- Body electric Your spine is a rope of madness So Pray God if you can keep up with me Skin is raw Anti-Matter Anti-Matter Anti-Matter Severed Shine dead on me ScumDrug

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025