The Obsessed
He made the sinners cry He opened up the sky The rivers ran with blood The jester’s name was love Who cannot be saved? The soul of the man is much depraved Don’t act as of you are his clone Made of iron and stone The jester swept the land To raise the mortal man And when he had overcome The war had just begun As the darkness spread across the land The soul of the man who stays his hand Forms the basis of his home Made of iron and stone And when it came the time To confess his crime The people stood and stared They didn’t even care And when the mourning had died The minions knew that there was no lie The temple was built and the worshippers shown Made of iron and stone
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Factors over which there’s no control Building fires for plastic mires for oppressive mold Fuming smoke stacks, macabre anus Hopes remain us Flogged bodies being eaten Fatal organisms beaten Sanity is depleted Mankind by itself is cheated Heathen vow, Christian face Sterile streets Unyielding, unwanting Indecision With so much seething anger Is faith the answer Or is it total destruction?
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Wet fur bares the smell of death Sodden cur On your heels their fetid breath Jackal kings, guardian slaves The child is delivered unto the earth From the womb of a beast With a million parents of the dark To guide and serve From the blackness they emerge Fed on diseased decay For their master they must kill To guard the gates of hell’s conception Running you scream in naked fear Untold terror A scene of evil unbelieved Behold the fire Fight relentlessly Can’t give up, we must believe Bodies lie in smoldering piles Bring cold lips unearthly smiles A soul captured was not won So revealed the prophecy Has the likeness of a man It bears the mark of numbers Now with the faith and sacred knives The time is right The beast is destroyed and the light commands Triumphant trial
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025