Unholy Metal Way
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Hate and darkness in my conscious The brains are impregnated with dampness The unhealthy atmosphere Created by oppressive woods in front... Unholy Metal Way Vorvavshis' pod gradusom na kladbische At the winter hellish midnight We have dug out the tomb of the priest There was the smell of sweat from the coffin. Alcoholic blunt brains do no catch the riffs And the shoulder-blade of priest Has been using as pick for bass guitar. Strangely enough freshness of the night air Has given aggression and broken bottle Has been using for Dismembering of the cemetery keeper. Yes... This world is full of holy bitches Who never got into the sights of the trees Never heard the call of winds And even never believed in UFC (Unknown Flying Coffins) And drinking vodka by beer I thought that my spirit is in eternal roaming Through the atmosphere of... Unholy Metal Way
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
How many wounds are missing Of the fucking Christian bodies How many those Christian heads Missing on the stakes around My anti-human dwelling/ Those always poking one's damned faces Faces which I do not want To see in my worst nightmares. They must understand The mission, they bring in this life - to be torn apart By bestial atmosphere of endless Black Metal I desecrate Their meaningless holidays Their empty worded prays. Their primitive confessions I turn to the places, Where I give birth to the most evil riffs For my desecrations. From the depths blackness of the world Aggressor rules the subconscious
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Cracking bones in flame of eternity The bones that put together Stupid Christian essence Through the ages of the damned rites The stinky tumid monster Of inquisition and boundlessness Has made one' way through But now it is defeated by spiritual Desecrators of fearless and anger. They are representatives Of the ancient race The immortality keepers. Sweeping away of its way The slaves and servants Of vileness (R.G.D.) Bury alive the thoughts patterns The resets of Nazareth liar's successors.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
As winter grow tall I am crucifed against the abyss And the pale woods appearing As the gravestone epitaph So falling deep asphixed By awesome purity I reveal the essence Of the dark horizon ahead, I think only of color Color of the pale woods And searching for dungeons Of the crypted souls I penetrate the atmosphere of the dark Longing for dead vision I am dying again I am rising again To face the darkness
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
The flashof demon The spirit of the beast The heart of stone Bestial sleep... Dust Depressing voice Of the blackened sky And curse of cold Forevernight Taiga. I look onto the grey Path in front of me The path lays through The storm of blind aggression. There are demons And iron troops Of destroyers inside me I am from the abyss I am here to bury The mankind's rubbish The flash of demon The spirit of the beast Ther heart of stone This is true unholy Way of my spirit How hold my guitar The electric desecrater Of calm and holyness I am as dead as militant Riffs of the source (C.F.) And than bestial sleep... Dust...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025