Ecocide
Genesis perseveres extermination Rupturing in bacchanalias of liquid rot Condemn me to the unrelenting pleasure Of a hundred-million fucking deaths In this hallway infinite I tread aimlessly, painlessly, decadent, and desolate Trigger my paralysis with what it means to be nothing Feeling every torment at once Demise promise Spit that dirt in my mouth Demise promise Sentence me to thеaters of ceaselеss anguish This tomb is my life's work A mere tenant defiling his temple Watch me die, over and over Watch me die, over and over Break this life from me, over and over Rip out my nails and shove them in my eyes Feed me that ecstasy of hornets in my lungs This heart inflamed, pumping honey and maggots Sweet, nectary release, I'm so full of their love Genesis perseveres extermination Why deprive any thing, the promise of demise? Demise promise Watch me die, over and over Demise promise Watch me die, over and over Demise promise Demise promise Watch me die Watch me die
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Cathartic caresses and avowals made desolate My flesh, a plain destitute of human life Organs leased to the absence of all things Consciousness, I abuse your hospitality Suffering tickles stillness and answers my fatigue Ingesting shards of thought in darkness Blades inconvenienced by my very unraveling That is my skin now, laid out on the ancient bed That is my skin now, a costume at rest Drying in the black sun Why won't they wear me? Drying in the black sun Why won't they wear me? Drying in the black sun Why won't they wear me? Rotting in the undergrowth Rotting in the undergrowth Foul excess emotions blotting floral bandages Agitates a smile within helpless hands Until the pain seizes with curiosity With pleasures beyond the realm of salvation Their hunting horn echoes down the meadow Their hollow shadows lengthen with every step Heaving in moonlight Heaving in moonlight Every increment of time capsizes joy Cold, onyx clasp Drag me to agony I want to be down there too I want to be down there I want to be down there too Drag me to agony Every increment of time capsizes joy Cold, onyx clasp Drag me to agony I want to be down there too
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
seasoned teeth of lingerers searing into bone, blissless in dirt, I feel havoc enthralling my roots hear me beg the Buzzard Czar let me succumb all I do is stare up at the night, at a barbed bonnet mangled in moss... she is my doom, suspended in the trees she is my doom, seducing the corpse in me behold my body, tender, cleansed of vital flavor exhaling in locusts to whisper mortem tantrum mistress of pale sin, why won't you descend me would it kill you so much more to abuse me from the hanging moon, she inches down the bark reaching her nails in me, takes a stab at my heart endorphins of vermin flooding rotted veins ends of means, permit release greater than death Buzzard Czar, reign in the Giving Flesh surrender still may the maggots ever move me reeling of ecstasy in autumn decay never is the new now
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
exsanguinating dreams of rosy capital an on'ry worm persists among earthly pursuits deflowering death and deficits existential lining walls of mason jars with carbonated blood left to the britzkas with caskets in tow and in chain the assumption of living, a cadaver's surmise through the cold mud and slushing misery summon non-entities of imperturbable silence aroused by a Garden, incapable of motion demand its harvest from the winter soil elastic tissue, inflating to the surface economies of larvae spawn in violent recession the purchase of deeds of every mass grave the sale of tombstones for advertisement space leave no resurrection for wealth in finality leave no insurrection for colonized mortality there are No Heirs to inherit Dead Souls, what possesses me to own all the Dead?
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
Presence is pestilence I feel my particles becoming Infinitely sparse with faces anew Dark matter of impenetrable gloom I'll tear your fucking worlds apart Don't you ever fucking let me be perceived Don't you ever fucking let me be perceived Don't you ever fucking let me be Pupils darkle toward the heavens My universe, a crime scene Boneyards of accidental sentience In the light of dead suns Born to shed the gravity of mourning Time abductor, I've found a void to lure the Devil home I have finally found a void to lure my Devil home I have finally found a void to lure my Devil home I have finally found a void to lure my Devil My malevolence made vast beyond understanding An incalculable singularity of abandonment Purifies and exists only in eternity Slicing off pieces of space and instances of time I bear witness to the most destructive, devouring Disintegrating state of every living and non-living thing The final movement The echoless opus The orchestra of massless murder The sound of nothing dying Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us Oblivion cannot be oblivion without us
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
her blood writhes in me like wasp nests wrapped in cellophane skin my heart, it prays we are always ending my heart, it prays we are always endingmyself suffered, cherished, an absence to behold deliverance sewn in bedlam pry from my abdomen the Hungerer's Debt! a canvas bathed in voids of color, decomposed her sanguine eyes bloom intangible thirsting, gnawing limbs beneath me to partake in what's left of me I'll feed her something living to keep the cold inside us all every drop of me is everything I owe who will weave from me the dark of the web...
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
petrochemical supernova arsenals like moths to the Primordial Light defiance cleaved from the bone in sardonic delight satisfy a superpower's hunger and might symphonies of carnage howling oppressor's oath spectres of cultures refugee instruments falling on their flags plucked from their birthright like scabs of the Naked Angels dressing rebel wounds with feather and tar territorial occultations of propaganda and perversions cultivate the land with franchised labor and pay-to-play medicine pierce the soft of their throat and convulse in their blood hold until the last grain of wheat, sand, and rice fucking hold f*ck the folly of order
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
scoundrel Wraith from which daylight escapes out the gore of ruin, I'm tearing myself soul hiss and sputter, conducting me in the mortem sound thrilling pain strangled in piano wire conduct me in the mortem sound below the branches of scalping forests razor talons decapitate bouquets of cirrhotic poppies grown out the abscess battalions of harpies flock & feast upon the wailing fruit hemorrhaging to the sound of being heard they hemorrhage to the sound of being heard usurp every little morsel of pulse hear my sedition fear no regime in the forest of never-rising suns let me suffer make me sin oh, Scoundrel Wraith I await your reaping in venomous firmament there is nothing left to bind myself to any other living thing
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
I breathe like the swamp breathes what lurks so still, so full of wretch Depth can't conceal all of my Decay this path ever-flooded, suffocating me as the screen doors shudder, the candlelight flickers inside that bayou shotgun home every exit meets my plea's will-o-the-wisp toxic water rises to my ears wringing out this brackish solace replenishing the vast ineffectiveness of Shallow Souls Depth can't hide all my Decay we merely drain into one another
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
punishment exceeds every facet of penitence faces of god littered in the street curses of man's detestable phantasm of strange, subjugated horrors passed on from the guilt of begotten fathers colonial humiliation existence made consequence pacts inextricable a leather pendulum whips furiously over the final, american century justice strung out in auto-erotic annihilations consenting to misery, safe words silenced and gagged odious offspring of narcissistic parasites tearing and tearing through the granite entrails of their mother prey I weep for her like the death of a first love cry havoc with oedipal missiles a dull, nuclear roar, now puppets of immanence and their bondage republics orifices of office swallowing free-will like yesterday's seed of patriot cucks and slave-porns of nationalist pride Juris Domina, find no soldiers here war ingesting nations soiled and suppressed melting purple hearts and folded flags like wax in their open wounds, they adulate you starving and impoverished in unmarked graves they adulate you famine leaves a scar that fortune forgets Juris Domina
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
ecocide preludes extinction burst scores of fallen thrust in atmospheric further I want Names, I want Names the anthropocene's scorched earth foreign policy we are invasive, we are invasive rainbows of herbicides rain from above singe her skin and dress her in darkness ash pollutants on her breast milking her own blood to burn in orgies of carbon-based cum just pull the plug take her off life support and hold them to the fire they started extinction burst leave behind dynasties of radioactive decay deformed and lifeless husks shall decorate her surface sea upon sea of barges of mangled flesh six whole fucking meters of boilin' rage ascending ecocide mourns in half-lifes of heartache rainbows of herbicides rain from above singe her skin and dress her in darkness ash pollutants on her breast milking her own blood to burn in orgies of carbon-based cum just pull the plug take her off life support I want Names, I want Names, comin' for you I want Names, I want fucking Names extinction burst hold them to the fire that they started
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026
to Know Me is to Not Be would it please you, of death to keep you from me and know just who I am? cold cases of destiny, the accident of other people totaling infinity, creation endures its perverse criminality wreck all reality always presume the worst of me would it please you, of death, to keep you from me? to Know Me is to Not Be
Submitted by Finntroll — Jul 05, 2026