Forced Equal

Perpetrators crowned and control given. By grace of orders survive, by the orders die. The persecutors had in time made us all give in, defiled and made us lie. No refuge. No shrines. Grit is death. Life is... Life is throwaway, decay, degraded, distorted and flayed to a pawn for the power play. The camps are but a chain of distress secluded, it’s either ache or repress. Not by mistake but by design there is no life, survive or die! “A single death is a tragedy; a million a statistic.” We’re suffering a travesty, directed by sadistic executioners and slayers, we’re numbers to them. “Death solves all problems – no man, no problem.”

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Straight-backed and rigid in pride, I keep my country clean. To send the filth from sight to hide no mean is too mean, and I mean it! Uah! State-backed and true and tried, I’ll make you be pristine. I’d not dare where you shall bide to see what you see and demean it! It’s fifty eight, confess and sue, or drag your family down too with the ten that is coming for you! Crushed and punished, pissed on and beat down, we’ll wreck your will! Left still, living yet killed. No more! To no avail. No more! Swept away. Acclaim accompanies the farce while curtains reek of rotting. Tomorrow still remains in dark by which arrests are being plotted.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Do you comprehend the gravity of the situation: a cellar like yours, its walls speak of fears, and these cuffs from your belt now locked against you, you’re done. The days of self-decoration and privilege... Gone! You and the boys from the OGPU have been keeping an eye on all that I do. Strip off the uniform, it doesn’t suit a rat, think thrice before trying to catch the cat! Unjust law shall spawn. Loathe and love the more equal. You don’t comprehend the gravity of the situation: a cellar like yours, its walls speak of fears, and these orders from higher up now turned against you, it’s done. The days of self-decoration and privilege... Gone! Me and the boys from the OGPU have been keeping an eye on all that you do. Strip off that uniform, it doesn’t suit a snake! You were the kaluga but now you are bait! Unjust law shall spawn. Loathe and love the more equal.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Our path of arrival was lost before sunrise. Can’t see the trudger ahead. Can’t hear the marcher behind. Rocks collapsed to bury two brothers. Commandant charges, “Reform your row!” Pohuy ‘bout Vova, didn’t know the other, sleeping their last now. “The Sun is low!” Orders that won’t give us time for grief. “Those who stand will not need to eat!” Even taking heat, we freeze to the marrow. If typhus doesn´t take, we’ll toil tomorrow. MONGRELS! ZEK WRETCHES! MARCH! What little there is in his pockets I thief, few matches, stubs and... ”Dig no grave!” Deceased so tranquil stare in relief. May the dead rest. “It’s time to slave!” The snow glows grim in the red twilight. “March to the barracks until there is light!” Each day from home we're more in dire, the road by each night is longer than prior. У кого сила, тот и прав! From the empty farmlands the longest roads begin, where homes are lost forever, where waters run still. Below these roads the makers: hands that ground in cold, orders of commandants and skins frozen on bones.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

How about some fun and games, we’re all friends here, dare say nay? Hey comrade! You deal the deck! Everybody! Place your bets! And the bottle gets passed around, and the claps and cheers resound. Some is lost, some is won, how about another run? Now! Game turns gambling, stakes get higher, card house crumbles, men don’t tire. New blood places in a fortune, one he owns of mere a portion. And the bottle gets passed around, and you’d hear a needle hit the ground. Cards are set, but they forsake him. What is due is always taken! Now, where’s that bold prize, we don’t get off on only tears and cries! Do you recall my face, my house, recall my street... my pain? We wrote home, we put her on the train. Cards were set, and they forsook him. What was due will all be taken. Sees in windows wither flowers as he knows what’s his, is ours. Ours, ours, ours, ours, ours, for hours.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Strip off those clothes, we’re turning on the heat! Six in one! A chilling performance of ripping skin and meat! Six in one! No time for dormancy, don’t be sour, sweet! No one will help you now... He’s yours, but you’re ours to use, bitch! Screaming and writhing, you only turn us on! Six in one! Splitting and spiking, new slits to serve us all. Six in one! No time for dormancy, don’t be quiet, doll! No one will help you now... He’s yours, but you’re ours to use, bitch! Screaming loud, she’s the suite, the sextet plays and makes her sound! With cold wire her shape is bound. As she gets passed around. Locks eyes with cruelty, no nerve to look away. Six in one! Trying to endure her cries, no chance to halt decay. Six in one! No time for dormancy, once he won’t betray! No one will help you now... He’s yours, but you’re ours to use, bitch! Screaming loud, she’s the suite, the sextet plays and makes her sound! With cold wire his hands are bound. As she gets passed around. Finally fed to the hounds.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

One lacerated mind, one tied and untwined as bleeding glaciers solidify dismal distances. And twisting and turning and cunningly burning and hate leads its way and will. Kill or guide me, cold crawler! Redefine me, enthraller! One obscuring blind, one tide to confine as wayward passages crystallize wicked purposes. And twisting and turning and cunningly burning and hate leads its way to kill.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Divide! Distrust what you are shown. Collide! Untold and what is known! Justified! Remembrance ripped from stone. Agitprop runs the wells of truth deplete. Sky drops painted blood when I complete. Reality and facts don’t matter anymore... Agitators perturbed by coercion of the superb, all answers are curbed. Revolution eats its own. Propagandists overthrown. Purity spiral will dethrone. Inciting and instigating, predator has become the prey. For the predetermined baiting, threat of payback grants the pay. Demoralize and destabilize! Satisfied and content, righteously malevolent. Seemingly an accident. What is worthless can’t be spent. Reality and facts don’t matter anymore… Agitators perturbed by coercion of the superb, all answers are curbed. Revolution eats its own, Propagandists overthrown. Purity spiral will dethrone.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Soviet hell, for the sinner and saint a cell. For most who enter, their hungry fate knells death and torment. I have endured, I’ve been allured! Run, hide, spite, wrawl, fight the bright nightfall... Bitter freedom behind the wire calls too vast to fathom. Exhausted, I push against the glow, moving forwards, but I’m moving slow. Fingers blacken, I wander trails of deaths and waded breaths. Storm, ice, fright, squall, fight the bright nightfall... Bitter freedom behind the wire hurts too vast to fathom. Pursue my trails passing through doom. You must prevail! Assail death! Confusion, I drop into the snow, I wail forlorn, but my strength is low. Echoes answer, conundrums in my eyes. Am I free to die? Dread, calm, light, thrall, fight the bright nightfall... Bitter freedom behind the wire lurks too vast to fathom. Assail death!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025