Those Who Unleashed

Along the old Decrepit Cemetary In the Rusty and Burning Hoofs For Native Stench of your Grave I Arrived in Blind Aggression to you ...O Galadriel Making the Row on the Same Grave Making More and More Sholderblades Of The Fucking Priest!!! I Hold, On The Twisted Knife The Eyehole of the Last (finally) Priest No More Material For the Threshing Machine For my Electric Desecrators But Anyway I Continue to Desecrate Sitting on the Rotting and Stenching Grave of Galadriel.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Horror Insinerate the Places Where Should Be Placed Our Hearts Horror Makes The Alcohol Frozen In Our Veins Horror Turns All Around Into The One Big Grinder Where Aggressor Rules The Subconcious From The Deep Blackness Of The World I Feel No Air, No Taste Of Blood Only The Contempt, Wich Making Destruction Of The World By Destroyers Of Eternity Horror Insinerate The Places Where Eternity Was Desecrated And Turned Into Nothing And We Tangorodrim Those Who Unleashed Bringing The Death Desecrating The Existence

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

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Memories Of Devostated Corpses Open The Next Events Of It's Own Absolutly Bured Bones O Alcohol - Blasphemy, Alright... The Lifeless Layer Of My Thoughts Unexecepts The Crash Of That Temporary Holyness And Again - Extreme Productivity Of The Sholder Blades - Our Thrashing Machines I Am A Joner Making Wooden Dwellings For Their Remains - The Sours For Thrasing Machine Hunting The Material Pulling Out Their Frameworks I Am Increasing Productivity Of The Desecration By The Thrashing Machines Memories Are Endless And This Is The Fucking Ravishing Conveyor

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The lifeless path of the antimind The heartless will of beast Oh, give more death to me to the unsatiable one Because the dawnless rules in my dwelling The night wolf's spirits rushing about In the timeless With howling of the deaf frosts With songs of the unhuman beings Oh give more desecrations To me to the unsatiable one Because the feelless rules on the Bestial throne The fucking wild beast

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Everyday I am into Darkthrone (Into Bathory and Celtic Frost too) Everyday I am into the beer Deliberately losing sight Of everything, avoid any contacts My brains are metal scrape My conscious is metal scrape too And then - another bottle is broken Thrash Metal possessions stoned Fucking Black Metal is stoned too I have sympathy for my Bastarded existence Daily, worshipping the vomitary altar Oh, I turn into wood, into oak... Overdosed by metal scrape... The most dangerous weapon I'm saying to you - put your knuckleduster And all the time think about "Burzum"

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

From the depths, from the blackness Of the hatred eveholes Bestial feeling has sliped out This is the crippling angel of barreness Trails the decrepit corpse Of the priest, on his hook. And through the broken sun In the Hellish chariot, Come out the clutches of The soulfreezer The hook was suspended In the dungeon of death The bolt of the timestream was locked, Angel became the stone... ...The knife-switch of soulfreezer arised And the sawdust of the bones Fills the air With swet on my face I work up the cracked sholderblade Unlimited amount of holy priests. Oh, how many of them Are expecting their own turn Laing right in the wooden suits.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025