Yersinia Pestis

We are the wopshippers of plague Well hidden in shadows we dwell For so long we have waited for darkness to come For a cure against mankind For a cure against the flocks of sheep We are his scythe And deep we will cut For we are called by a darkness for a sinister crusade Our most secret wish - to bring ill into this world Our most secret desire - for piles of flesh on fire We stay concealed and unnamed

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Sown are the seeds of death To bring a harvest of flesh so ripe Sown are the seeds of death To bless with blisters and pain this land From village to town, from cottage to house From dusty roads across waters, the way be made There are no crosses to keep me away with There are no prayers that will get me rid Scourge of god - may I be - or just the devil set free I am borne everywhere, no walls can keep me out Invisible I roam amongst yee Silent and unfelt I sit among yee To ravish I have come, and make the many but few To silence the land from both laughter and cry I am the season in which to die

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

My journey had been long, I had not seen my hometown for weeks. My spirits were hign for the prosperity I acquired, When I walked in between houses and streets. The morning was still, and yet but begun, And the silence but pleasant and beautiful. A strange smell lay light on a soft breeze... As I came closer to my house it grew strong. I knew not why, at that point, but something made me freeze and shiver cold... Curiosity of a strange kind made me stare in through a window. I knew the house I stared into belonged to a family of many. Well. That's what is used to do. Imagine my horror when I saw that pale face! With eyes still open, piercing at me through the dark. Right then I knew who awaited me. Death had come to gratulate my return. As if a ghost to assist my horror, a door creaked and slowly opened wide. I screamed, and my scream scared me further, For it echoed uncanny between the housewalls. As the fool I was, I fled in through another neighbouring door. The smell was awful as I paced through the chambers, And that was when I fell over something. It was a little boy and his sister, still embraced in death. Lying there on the floor I knew I would not rise When the rats ran across the floor against me... All I saw - dead children, black rats...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

What cam to be of this land o ours I can not believe all this death I have seen My prayers gone unheard, angels stand with eyes shut My faith is wanning, my god speaks no more No sin to justify what happens now My world is torn apart, light has fled my heart Fiah is bled dry, father please say why A scapegoat I have become for not wearing their cross Jehova, be merciful into them when they blame thine people.

Herding a pack of wolves, proclaiming the saturnian wrath Bearer of the torch of luciferian light Satanic reign of terror, mankind be ruled by this unseen master His torch cleanse them from error, to bring new order through death and disaster Followed by the cult of death, praised for the peststorms Summoned in dark cavern places, untouched by the grace of Christ Messenger of the holocaust god, he is the bearer of the torch Commanding the beasts of hell, the legions of vermin, rats and the undead Manifested by shattered bones and skulls Emenating force of an untamed nature Claiming earth in his cold grip Radiating light of a darker kind

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Microorgasmic agent of the reaper, ther bubonic plague wielded high. Brought from afar to the western Europe, A sickness worse than any war, seal yourself away. Run as fast as you can. Still it shall end the day, no matter how fast you ran. Pest cometh. Invisible, spreading ever on, Until all is quiet and dead. The great tool of death, the raiser of mundane hell. Coming without warning in great speed. A travelling bacteria, a death vagabond. Seeing no difference between rich an poor, Leaving nothing but the stench of rot.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

I am the last one here, my children I buried in early spring. Through the summer I will mourn with my life. Will she die too? Now I wonder when it is time for me, And who will place me in my grave. The forests around this house seem to whisper that time is soon. Thogh the meadows are ever so green, though the sun still do shine. Lord, can you hear me and say what we have done wrong? And where did we fail in our faith in you? We were told of a spreading death in the south of our kingdom by travellers that passed our land in the end of a pale dead winter. Stories we were told of how they had passed village by village were all lay dead in rot, and silence had been all. The roads untrodden for miles...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

By the black sea it will commence I come borne by my brother war My summoner I will infest, janibeg decimated in furious phase Carry me in capitulated corpses, for a welcome in terror in Kaffa My presence made certain when they feel the odour of rot I will blacken them in meat, by loin and arm Poison the waters of the threatened soil With my claims I will bring no cure I will let them know for three days, no more My wrath is cometh, be freed from cure

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

The impact of the clash in Kaffa A far spread wave carried by sails Down to the shores of Alexandria and Marseille and Genua A holocaust gate opened wide For mankinds wonder and gaze By hundreds of feet, to a thousand a new For a two years wandering to the lands up north The earth be scourged, not by fire Nut by a wrath unmatched in biblical tales A god arisen of sulphur, may it be Missioned by the flocks of rats A holocaust with no bane or blame For a death in millions

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Sneak and creep yee black children of mine Sleep in death deep, be my scythe Swarm about them, yee vermin and flea Bring dark gifts of plague, poison their souls Pest forever more, into what is now For the dying of all that is here Their lungs will drown in blood, dye their skin pale Their bodies blistered black Nothing will stand against yee For yee are pest evoked and free Killers in their houses, killers in hearts

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025