Raping Angels in Hell

On sabbath nights The paying lovers pluck the forbidden Fruits ripe or green The harem of sultanas Fallen into disgrace Sell indulgences and genuflections The knight-errant sharpening his blade Denude his temples to don Enemy uniform Uttering fetish prayers Openly raise his sword against the queen Swearing upon her altars The impure reptile Withering the rose Guns are pointed Bolts click back Turn against the sorry Birds of paradise Condemned to impalement It is crucifixion day In a feather bed Drenched in a white spray The gold-brocaded whores Retain only the nectar in the thorns The impossible wedding in the seraglios Of a satyr and a succubus Rubbing together Their pelvises as couples of snakes intertwined For a quick jolt of vile flesh The warrior shudder over the enemy he has just fetted Bone-dry The hangman's rope finally spewed forth its lactation The dead pope's corpse excommunicates His last angels His infantry abdicates The smoke of gunpowder still hung on the battlefield The thoroughgoing whore Gaine her stripes and being raised To the rank of a brave Canonizing her by a few Thwacks across the backside To die for The brothel-hound sake The smoke of gunpowder still hung on the battlefield The bitches war to see sperm spurt Spattered with fuck Ashamed of nothing For gold being thicker than cum These worn-out sluts were women long ago Let us love them They still have souls

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 18, 2026

The day they dissect me they will see My secret brand And find a remote control Germinating its roots in my brain I feel the tapeworm growing alive in my head The agitated inhabitants of connected devices are knocking at my skull I take a holiday from reality Beyond the sphere of my body To pace my heartbeats And make pleasant dreams The telescreens bruise my ears and erase my eyes Shedding their blessings upon my mind The perfect digital video viewing Hammering nails into my coffin The day they dissect me they will see My secret brand And find a bottle of beer Germinating its roots in my brain I feel the tapeworm growing alive in my head The awful creature gorged with ale in knocking at my skull I take a holiday from reality Beyond the sphere of my body To pace my heartbeats And make pleasant dreams Generous athlete still giving good fights Beneath the standards of the bacchanals I drink to the delights of backsliding Hammering nails into my coffin I plug and play My addictions by perfusion I plug and play Bayonet the wounded And shot on the spot Kill me a thousand times over I can't conceal my wounds Knowing the hollowness of the idol I can't denounce the cult The venom is flowing in my veins Bashing my mind Bayonet the wounded And shot on the spot Kill me a thousand times over I can't conceal my wounds But I die Pistol in hand

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 18, 2026

Everywhere the ritual and taboo Confronting the shadow maws Hidden nature had left their traces The skin was mottled Red and white The skin was mottled Red and white Unconscious fantasies completely revise Our motions of what our poor bodies can endure Rediscovery of lost primordial images To penetrate the underside of life And to bow to the common consensus of the traditions of primitive man Just emerged from primate stage on the throne of the abomination Red and white The skin was mottled Red and white Everyone has his assigned role No one had a choice Two parts of the same whole Victims as well as executioners Body writhed, smuggled against each other Skin against skin The mask is stripped off Slave of the one and master of all Determine your emotional make-up If you would say audibly all you had done in thought But when the despotic prince ceases to uplift his arm It is fear added to fear The steps of the temple of virtue are flooded with blood Perverse lusts of the apostate angels Perverse lusts of the apostate angels Everyone has his assigned role No one had a choice Two parts of the same whole Victims as well as executioners Body writhed, smuggled against each other Skin against skin The mask is stripped off Slave of the one and master of all Determine your emotional make-up If you would say audibly all you had done in thought Perverse lusts of the apostate angels Perverse lusts of the apostate angels

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 18, 2026

The confusion of the human waves In their nest Of perfect happiness Living their lives, they must not flinch As decent Ordinary citizens In a complex world Still crowded with life The stake we play for is life and death In the barely audible Sound of the grumbling hive Following the road generally taken His place is established He's down, he's beat Irrevocably doomed He's just harmless vermin Feasting upon misery Look on his delusions Homeless among The carrion and vultures His future is not bright Poverty In the midst of plenty It is not clear what his live serves As stupid as all that preceded And as all subsequent He is a ghost haunting the streets Phantasm sticking into the skin Of the city with no return For he can't be Patched up to serve again No one asked Anyone's consent Since everyone was Interchangeable Beggars and cripples, lousy and neglected Forgot what it's like being anything else Twin after twin their self-satisfied faces Will always be there to be stamped upon The alms for the souls In purgatory You don't want to be caught and tamed But tugging at your leash, you kick the bucket Beg for your passport to the grave The alms for the souls In purgatory All is empty All is alike And all has been And no one can change This general trend From the cradle to the trench Scum born and raised, you were there to peg out anyway You don't want to be caught and tamed But tugging at your leash, you kick the bucket The alms for the souls In purgatory All is empty All is alike And all has been And no one can change This general trend

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 18, 2026

At the last audit Whence we draw Our sum of guilt In blood-red letters In the purlieus Of the deep The forensic examine That parts That man conceals And disembowel us Until all the blood Had drained From the victim Our entrails are spilled out of Our leathern and bones The silver sickle doing The honors of the house The skill of the doctors When the curtain fell on the last act The organic symphony stopped On the scene of the crime The scalpel scraping Carve a furrow broad in our flesh Marking the last signet The medico-legal psalmody began We said our last farewells Our career is done And we sink back into The bowels of the world The horde of desperate men Become completely cut off From his environment Living there very quietly In their glass coffins In a self perpetuating World of illusion While they are awaiting Their turn to crumble Into their native dust Empty words promised impossibilities And performed nothing Engendered by the fear of some And the ignorance of all But everything perish Including us The rain drenches our bones To the sound of the trumpet of the angel of death At the last audit Whence we draw Our sum of guilt In blood-red letters In the purlieus Of the deep The forensic examine That parts That man conceals And disembowel us Until all the blood Had drained From the victim Our entrails are spilled out of Our leathern and bones The silver sickle doing The honors of the house The skill of the doctors When the curtain fell on the last act The organic symphony stopped On the scene of the crime The scalpel scraping Carve a furrow broad in our flesh Marking the last Signet The medico-legal psalmody began We said our last farewells Our career is done And we sink back into The bowels of the world As it was in the beginning Is now and ever shall be World without end A cosmic view of humanity From a dying sun Torn to shreds by time Despite the innumerable hosts Of lives that had gone to build This human reef A desperate attempt To escape From the chase of time But the death Of the human race Is at hand

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026

Creating a life Infusing A spark of being Into the world as a Self-inflicted wound And feel the duties Of a creator towards His creature This monstrous Image of myself You are now to me Flesh of my flesh I ardently Wished to extinguish That life Which I had bestowed I still prefer Emptiness And the sterility Creating a life Infusing A spark of being Into the world as a Self-inflicted wound And feel the duties Of a creator towards His creature This image of myself You are now to me Flesh of my flesh I ardently Wished to extinguish That life Which I had bestowed I still prefer Emptiness And the sterility Unto my children I will make amends For being their father And unto all the future For this present-day That insanely arrogant Right to bring someone In this slaughterhouse The world is not progressing But is twisted in pain Everywhere Finger on the trigger There is no Action of man In this life that Is not the beginning Of an unpredictable Chain of consequences The crushing loss Of cherished illusions Through the contradiction Of expectations Of reality There is no Action of man In this life that Is not the beginning Of an unpredictable Chain of consequences The crushing loss Of cherished illusions Through the contradiction Of expectations Of reality Unto my children I will make amends For being their father And unto all the future For this present-day That insanely arrogant Right to bring someone In this slaughterhouse The world is not progressing But is twisted in pain Everywhere Finger on the trigger Not for the world Not for heaven or hell But to spare my offspring

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026

Overtaken by death Freed from earthly bonds Upon lifeless matter The maggots feed on carrion Yet somewhere hours Continue to flow The legacy hunters Sway their blind heads to and fro The stupid farce is over Awaiting the order To up anchor and sail Into unknown waters That engulfs the drowned And steals away their breath The air that for them Had ceased to exist Before the rigor mortis On the wrong side of the grass Behind each face of flesh and blood Beneath the smiles There are corpses waiting To be sent back to the ground Beauties badly injured In the autumn of life Had become food for the worm Everything mature want to die Before the rigor mortis On the wrong side of the grass Dispatched Into the next world All are confounded in the grave Reciting The prayer for the dead The oaths of fidelity Upon the deathbed The body deprived of life Which, from being the seat Of strength and beauty Had start its final dissolution A man have died His pulse had ceased to beat And worms have eat him But not for love Dispatched Into the next world All are confounded in the grave Reciting The prayer for the dead The oaths of fidelity Upon the deathbed Nothing dies or is lost But just await Dissolution to reappear Immediately under new forms And all is for the best In the best of all Possible putrid worlds Provided we will let well alone Learn… to renounce… the world… for all is vanity We are not going to exist forever Man have no pre-eminence above the beasts Waiting for our inevitable disappearance The curse of mortality concluded by a feast Learn… to renounce… the world… for all is vanity We are not going to exist forever Man have no pre-eminence above the beasts Waiting for our inevitable disappearance The curse of mortality concluded by a feast Vanquished life gaze upon Night-watchmen and grave-guardians The parasites regard themselves As the sovereigns of their host The man is meaningless At half-open doors of charnel-house The life's last sleep On this side of the grass

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026

Too messed up To have a useful life Medicalized selection Has been asked for Rendering the useless Superfluous The remains will be Swept out Of existence Nothing ever dies Except what is born In the end The only Thing that counts Is what was And not what Could have been Caught in the trap of the mother's womb Imprisoned in its dead cocoon Inside this cage of skin and bone Her whole body wanted to Vomit this useless life Caught in the trap of the mother's womb Imprisoned in its dead cocoon Inside this cage of skin and bone Left at the gates of existence Only entered In order to leave it The human species were not so precious One had to preserve it down To its last vile portion It ain't no murder killing beast like that Staying alive has to be earned

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 18, 2026

All the livid steeds of the apocalypse Cast humanity into the bottomless pit Torrents of blood must overspread the earth Dreams of battle and heroism spreading as a living organism War-horses breed on the borders It's write upon the sun in letters of fire The sounds are in the air heard as they were voices The psychopathic dreams of repressed wishes The hallucinations evolves without being changed Over the piled-up corpses the spoils of the battle Destined for a crown of eternal glory Look at the bare face of death and accept the abyss of inner loneliness Dreams of battle and heroism spreading as a living organism War-horses breed on the borders It's write upon the sun in letters of fire The sounds are in the air heard as they were voices The psychopathic dreams of repressed wishes Flags and streamers waved upon this charnel ground Death had done its work A world-empire subdue the world And the soldiers spoke their word The kingdoms rise and fall The kingdoms rise and fall The grass grows thick on the graves of the defeated And no one holds the victor to account The victor to account In these fantasies of mass mortality Life seemed banished Nine grams in the back of their head Birth is indebted to death And nothing has importance It mixed blood with all colours Under the sword of the conqueror A world-empire subdue the world And the soldiers spoke their word The kingdoms rise and fall The kingdoms rise and fall The grass grows thick on the graves of the defeated And no one holds the victor to account The victor to account In these fantasies of mass mortality Life seemed banished Nine grams in the back of their head Birth is indebted to death And nothing has importance It mixed blood with all colours Under the sword of the conqueror

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 18, 2026

Once more The prince who rule the world retrogressing To cave-dweller times Everywhere there is nothing But torture and murders Butchers take care of the butchering Loose the illusion Of a fucking millennium of peace And once more Each new day expecting things Worse than the day before The blood is flowing And there is no end To the mourning You can never comprehend The bounds of a human being What millennium is it out of doors? Dead the dead, out of sheer hatred for life Could not it be even worse? The stench from The torture chamber What millennium is it, out of doors? The stench from The torture chamber By the implacable laws Of warrior tribes Earthly lords, as well as heavenly gods In the midst of the dissecting room Order the dreadful customs, and Sadistic deviations To assail the earth Snatch it out of the universe Make a general darkness Turn this globe into a second sun Set fire to the world By celestial rays Everything deserve to perish Make a crystalline planet Cleansed of all life But let hell exists It would be too unfair If there were no The prince who rule the world retrogressing To cave-dweller times Everywhere there is nothing But torture and murders Butchers take care of the butchering Loose the illusion Of a fucking millennium of peace And once more Each new day expecting things Worse than the day before The blood is flowing And there is no end To the mourning You can never comprehend The bounds of a human being To assail the earth Snatch it out of the universe Make a general darkness Turn this globe into a second sun Set fire to the world By celestial rays Everything deserve to perish Make a crystalline planet Cleansed of all life But let hell exists It would be too unfair If there were no

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026

They could have Lived quietly They all looked alike They were a dirty mass Stinking Undifferentiated They're screwed And they know it Soldiers among soldiers Life had never Seemed less real The scythe of death Plant his scepter Upon a hill of corpses The devil was Hunting bipeds Clenching his claws To smell out blood And blood repairs nothing The sun was setting In an orgy of gore Inflexible routine Of barracks Life The scythe of death Plant his scepter Upon a hill of corpses The devil was Hunting bipeds Clenching his claws To smell out blood And blood repairs nothing The sun was setting In an orgy of gore Inflexible routine Of barracks Life The ground is burning And they don't understand anything but blows Crushed under the caterpillar tracks Condemned to be flayed alive And they saw the reflected image Of their collective hysteria Trapped in their illusion of freedom They were leaving the cold bodies In search of new hosts Their true nature has being revealed Madness to vegetate a few more instants Right into the Sanctuary of the dead It's the law of our life The permanent war against all Crushed under the caterpillar tracks Condemned to be flayed alive And they saw the reflected image Of their collective hysteria

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026

The dancing master Pursue his studies in hell Each squad adopt the tribunal of the Inquisition As naked Champions Smeared with Slippery oil Every diabolical group and sect Sleep with Beelzebub Breaking with a loud snap The hasp of the chastity belts To unfold the fresh leaves With our powerful stems Skin splits, blood pours Pierced by our keen lances Washing away the stains They carried Well-trained In bodily exercise The vile instructors Of the seraphim Swinging In their hands Their hunting-crops Enlarges and grows red While the cherubic packs Swallowing in their jaws The mouth of our guns Spotted with trails of smoke Then licking their chops To catch every last drop The groan from the victim When the monarch opens fire without warning The slime squirted Into all The bled dry orifices of their bodies We don't fight by proxy A legion of devils desire to sully Gathered for the battle Splashed with fresh blood With the beast for witness The task of raping angels in hell Wallowed in infamy We don’t give a damn The palpitating nymphs Round their sire Lapping up the wax On the feet of the tyrant Their everlasting Eccentric tortures The universal Lubricious postures The demons melted Into the lambs of God Martyrizing the pious Wanking their emperor Horned outcasts Shall crown at last the bloom The sexual assault Of the holy platoons The nephilim turned against the motions of the heaven Spoiling virgins exposed, they break their wings and bones Dwell content in fire, going on the war-path In the first circle, that surrounds the abyss The penitent maidens repelled with cum shots To be marked on the forehead with our new sap The baptism of semen of their imperial head The beloved child faces for protection raised Back to the inferno the command of the armies Molesting the blessed, serving their majesty The incubus promise, the hallowed demise The myriads of birds of pain troubling the air with cries Impel me where The devil In silence Rests Thanks to dracula_with_glasses for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com SUBLIME CADAVERIC DECOMPOSITION LYRICS

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 18, 2026