Dødsskrik

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Come forth. You're lying sin. Grasp and hold. A lie to win You consume the dark. Whilst betrayed the light. Where plastic is soil. Come enter the night. Chaos erupts in your mind. Confusion ties you to your path. Cloves have hardened the soil in time, so easy and possessive settling your wrath.. Your wrath is the path to Satan! Your wrath is the path to Hell! All hail, all hail, all hail Satan! Come forth. You're lying sin. Grasp and hold. A lie to win. You consume the dark. Whilst betrayed the light. Where plastic is soil. Come enter the night. When the horde's at a rise, feel the glory arise. Soldiers will die in the fight, with minds to enter the night. To stand in the battle, they are awake and alive. You are a game and a song, not dead or alive. Moved to conquer, moved and to be killed. Chaos erupts in your mind. Confusion ties you to your death. Cloves have hardened the soil in time, So easy and possessive settling your wrath. Your wrath is the path to Satan! Your wrath is the path to Hell! All hail, all hail, all hail Satan!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Opened, searched. Wizards grant thy will. Perfected pattern lay before an open door. Command strengths to force this return. Close down, hold the gate. You lie becoming fate. To many shooting stars, To many hopeful dreams. For long you have wished, Wished to be one of few. I see you now, I see you fade. For your dreams are forgotten, not buried, just never lit. For there was one with a thought, but there was so many else. Turn and see, you were never alone, never unique. Amusing it is to see, How you crave to be outstanding, but you are clipped and stripped. Giving me pleasuring thrills, I do admire your death. To many shooting stars, To many hopeful dreams. For long you have wished, Wished to be one of few.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Long passed the reflected light, Stumbles a creature through the sea. In the time won by him alone, Six to return was never a thought. From corners of time, There was not only a second to come A dawn to be, From the seeds, discovered. Bring forward the offering, and he will grow. By this sacrifice of life, O hail Satan, he will grow Now the altar bears the blood, And the offering accepted. He will guard upon this sacred seed. He tends to it as his own. My child. From corners of time, There was not only a second to come A dawn to be, From the seeds, discovered. Bring forward the offering and he will grow. Now take this child and grow into its flesh! Grow, grow, grow, grow in to its flesh! Now the altar bears the blood, And the offering accepted. He will guard upon this sacred seed. He tends to it as his own. My child.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Jo dypere jeg graver, jo større blir min lyst Jeg øser over meg alt av sanser fra det døde Forbi meg kommer lukten, fordervet slik jeg elsker Som jeg blir hard av tanken på det døde. Når jeg graver meg ned, forlater mitt liv på skorpen Trekker hardt inn all lukten fra den døde Fingerspisser glir, lydløst over liket Smaken er min hud, du kiler meg i ekstase Det river i meg! Fullbyrdes er det blitt, til slutt skal du hedres Et tomrom skal få pryde, der hode møter hals Siste gang jeg rører mykt ved dine lepper Synger jeg for deg et ekko langt der borte Det river... Det river i meg.. Stille var dagen, til jeg møtte deg.. du nydelige, nydelige legeme...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Out from a tunnel of flesh With a mind of its own Willingly you must forfeit from the battle of wits, There will be no more sorrow in this land of living. Lay, down, now Your whispers and prayers Growing, starving, depth Lay down now Your whispers and prayers Wounds open once more Your whispers and prayers Growing, starving, depth Out from a tunnel of flesh With a mind of its own Willingly you must forfeit from the battle of wits, There will be no more sorrow in this land of living Lay down now Your whispers and prayers Wounds open once more Your whispers and prayers

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Counting hours, counting your deaths, belief proves to be the weaker force. Imprisoned sin, captured weekend soul, this dirt of yours is yet to grow. When it began in the early days, a force was brought upon a younger race. It developed in a sense where time escaped, they became restless men of astronomy. It has calling in the wind, a silence in the storm. It has a total sense of knowledge, but only for the unknown, It began as a light in the darkest of nights, the thrill became to hunt in for its gloom. As the stronger of men, became wiser and old, he saw that patience was the thrill of the fight. Slowly collecting the source of light. He lives to tell how he won the fight. The astronomers became obsessed with the light, the victorious glory was a thief in its own. When the oldest of men was to reach for the star, he disappeared and never returned. But he is the only of men who was touched by the light, to be the ruler of eternal night. Counting hours, counting your deaths, belief proves to be the weaker force. Imprisoned sin, captured weekend soul, this dirt of yours is yet to grow.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Jeg kommer inn i stille natt Stille forakt Sannhetens time Demon i all sin prakt Etter deg skal jeg mime Bedratt av angst og skjebne Beruset av død og magi Satt til livet i hypnose Du straffes sakte godt og lenge Hat, hat er din synd Det skal bli godt å se deg lide Din skjebne skal så råtne bort Minet ditt skal dø I undergrunnens helvete Her er det liv som skal krenkes I en skitten avgrunn skal du dø Gjennom rennestein lyder ditt dødsskrik Bedratt av angst og skjebne Beruset av død og magi Satt til livet i hypnose Du straffes sakte godt og lenge Hat, hat er din synd Det skal bli godt å se deg lide Din skjebne skal så råtne bort Minet ditt skal dø I undergrunnens helvete Her er det liv som skal krenkes I en skitten avgrunn skal du dø Gjennom rennestein lyder ditt dødsskrik Jeg kommer stille i natt Dødsskrik Jeg kommer stille i natt Dødsskrik

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Tenkt deg til, et liv av begjær Et liv av beundring, et liv, av, hat. Du skjønne du milde, du jomfru så stille Du jomfru så stille Stille nå du angst som skriker, stille nå mitt lem er reist Fortapt din uskyld, Fortapt ditt liv Stille nå du angst som skriker, stille nå mitt lem er reist Fortapt din uskyld, Fortapt ditt liv I natt skal åndedrett få stilne Hengivelse til døden Langt inn i margen er jeg besatt Hengivelse til døden Fortapt din uskyld, Fortapt ditt liv I natt skal åndedrett få stilne Hengivelse til døden Langt inn i margen er jeg besatt Hengivelse til døden Tenkt deg til, et liv av begjær Et liv av beundring, et liv, av, hat. Hengi deg til døden! Hengi deg til døden! Langt inn i margen er jeg besatt Hengivelse til døden

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Tell me what's coming through the air. Will you see it now? Clearly spoke, where that ending lies. Search I will, where there is time and space. With a raising heart, for all I respond, Give me the light to find my way. I shred the truth of your pathetic Christ. Compromise your little lies. Still closer to me, this next life. These are my acid dreams. I dream of heaven and seas, As it comes clear to me, I'm near to thee I regain my power to see! Away in an acid dream. To relive a sobering thrill. As it comes clear to me, I'm near to thee Never so close to death! Blood. Magic. Fire. Magic firing blood. Clearly spoke, where that ending lies. Search I will, where there is time and space. With a raising heart, for all I respond, Give me the light to find my way. I shred the truth of your pathetic Christ. Compromise your little lies. Still closer to me, this next life. These are my acid dreams. I dream of heaven and seas, As it comes clear to me, I'm near to thee Regain my power to see! Away in an acid dream. To relive a sobering thrill. As it comes clear to me, I'm near to thee Never so close to death! Away in an acid dream. As it comes clear to me, Never so close to death!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025