Let There Be a Massacre

Let there be a massacre A death to one and all Let there be a massacre A final slaughter Praise the golden holocaust to come Praise the death of millions Centuries of human filth Centuries of decadent pride Let there be a massacre A final death to all Grief the rise of civilisation Grief the human reproduction of filth Praise the golden holocaust to come Praise the end of civilisation Let there be a massacre Let it be soon

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Utter darkness Catatonic despair Apathetic pride The oblivion of the soul Religions soulrape Exterpation (sic) of serenity Repugnant human Face your destiny Death And this is how life ends With a filth (sic) breath of regret

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Newborn plague Festering fetus The curse of life itself Praise only the death of man Praise only the end of time Stillborn hope dissolve into fear Let the misanthropy have his (sic) way End all life Destroy this pathetic excuse for order Destroy this very core of civilisation It is sickening me This rot this decay This filth you call a man This desease (sic) you call love Poison the fountain of life As the world lingers on it As apathetic attempt to survive And we are lost And there is no way back Let there be a massacre End this confusion of life

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Let them all die I scream towards the sky As the corpse (sic) of angels descend Let them all rot I cry in despite (sic) Let them all decay Nature abhors a vacuum And we have reduced ourselves to nothing less So let them all burn I whisper to a sun (sic) Grown pale with disgust This world has become the tomb of the very soul of man This world is where angels rot and wither away in regret And let them all rot I cry Just let them rot As I face the void of nihil

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

This is the era of human decadence The slow degeneration of the soul Seek beauty find none left Seek truth find none left Trust noone Not anymore This is the era of decadence The slow decay of the mind Seek faith find none left Seek love find none left This is the era of decadent pride The slow decline of the heart Trust noone Not anymore

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

The mind's debility Unstable fragments of life Moral declension The inanity of man A oblivious (sic) world Forsaken by gods Human arrogance The sanguinary plague within If only I had a bullet for each human being I would promise this world a miracle I do not pity I puke That is the nature of my being Humanity The contagious sicness withing

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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