Extinctionist

Lend me 10.000 flames that I may bequeatht them This peerless gift to man This wandering scourge who's hungered to return Blind the World and cosmos in your glare, abyss And pluck out their eyes that bejewel the sky Insane the glory of the torment's advent With honeyed tongues and edicts of fire Vomit upon this ailing universe Years pregnant with its destroyer Engulft the earth from one black horizon to the other The coming flood cuts the broken shore with razors Each sanguinary wave that lacerates the land Only the mountains of corpses will soothe its temper Lend me 10.000 eyes, and I will fill them With tragedies and prophetic tears Practice your hearts with grief your maws with howling And your children burial's art Vile, vile creaton scorned All things will receive their revenue of vice Vile, vile creation scourged The timeworn centuries fat for butchery Fat for slaughter. Fat for death Time ends The gleaming darkness abyss that reaps the seeds of this dying husk Light the webs of cosmos with your brilliant fire Deep within pitch bowels erupt violent chaos upon the world Over-gorged on her rotten milk of desolation, blight and death

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

To consecrate longevity of meaningless life as a prince above all To assuage suffering, all famine, diseases and glorious war That all life may endure their bequest of fucking doom At the cost of prudence and reason All this is a crime, more vile than rape Than murder, incest - who blush at its sight To weep for the salvage of human flesh As an ideal you consider worth my strength To cry for the hand of reason To toil against another's demise Would their ruin soar May a thousand diseases plague your kin May sweet poverty famine and death lay siege May the sky rain a black deluge of blood On your morbid vanity, your hubris The world serpent shakes his mighty tail Preparing a feast of joy to reason In his malignant strength you find but pestilence I, majesty Delegating poverty to the pages of a past you adjure to come To dream of freedom from global disease and blight All this is a consummate sickness of the mind More dreadful in itself than genocide You will not be rescued nor helped by these hands Would that you all perish and the floods ever rise

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Offer your pleas to the deaf sky Ye who bark like fucking dogs Entreat with lowing and cold tears May they staunch earth's dry appetite The whips on your backs, dulcet, fall With more sweetness than your mother's kiss May your cries pierce the guts of heaven And your blood drown this planet of shit Drink deep the blood of your sons May it choke your rotten lungs No horizon spared, no flesh unscourged By the gentle grace of total death By the black whip of apocalyptic hatred May sleep grant no rest Till every last soul is dead To the fist of annihilation Till every last living vein is dry Filling the ocean with blood! I'll plant my seed in the fecund stomach Of the still-warm corpse of mn My child will be misery Hs mother total hate I'll tear the womb of nature The leech that grows at her breast To father a thousand sterile whores And rape this planet to death

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

The sands, which have worn away the esteem of mercy Grain by grain, like the knife pressed against flesh Who unmask the hideous face of amity Stand fast to the day of hanging Of sickly peace and all her swains Gilt with a handsome noose Let the throat of man be nobly adorned The hour demands a plague upon your miserable existence A pax upon ye whoresons of Gaia A blade in her cunt engenders the belated abortion of man All mercy devoured in hatred's maw All mercy devoured! Weak pity consumed! The hour demands pure devastation a ceremony of kings A fist in the septic eye of creation To speak of mercy would blight and infect this cloven tongue To utter pity would blacken the very mouth Hymnist of so many words of exalted torture Hymnist of mockery in the ear of laggard mankind By the sands which have pity drowned Each grain a thrall in the kingdom of murder Onto the ravening pyre cast Not even your blood will quench the hungry flames

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

May war be due his endless and sovereign honours As the king is due his crown, the dead their obsequies Let august murder serve at the hand of its prince Deposing the dark years that neglected its fiege How the flaming silence will drink the screams Of the aeon that incurred a coward's name Return the stolen laurels that were thieved by Reverence of all life despite how weak Ill-gloried with all the flattery of a ferid tyrant And the pomp hat defers to a vain throne The contemptless aeons of our fathers Prostrate themselves duty in shameful sorrow Their heads upon the block, of lives too protracted That words would not themselves befoul To enumerate the course of years Ignite these impious words and kindle the world conflagration Now the flaming silence will drink the screams Of the aeon that incurred a coward's name

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Each and every value has been uttered by mere human mouths Sculpted by the hands of men alone an nothing more... Nothing more! Making man the measure of all his poisoned eyes behold An architect of his own conceit and atrocity... Atrocity! Where is deemed to lie the higher domain of reference For the value of fucking life? In and of itself its worth is nothing This value that man puts on man Scarred will be the skin of these miserable daughters you prize Cast into oblivion all values man made That suffocate the intellect with the foul breath of empathy That lies alone on filthy human tongues All jewels of treachery Hear thou this patent truth: all life is fucking worthless As is every empty word and every futile fucking deed Torn apart shall be all senile values Mere emblems of insolence and vanity Only in death will they find rest! Only in death will they find rest!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

No drop of water from the oceans or from the sky No grain of soil, nor sand, or dirt from the earth No, no world Death unfurled No verdant branch, no root, no flower, no seed To generate new life, existence, within its skin No more... No more man, nor more breath That animates the hooved, the scaled, feathered or fleshed No drop of blood, no bone, no limb nor beating heart No mournful bell will ring this burial Nothing at all shall remain Nothing at all will echo In the frozen halls of isolate eternity Not even the heavy words that fell on deaf corpses - "Extinction has triumphed This is the end". No word, no act, Not even a single thought!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Each aggrandized yet loathsome life Is called sacred in your mouths Each crawling worm is worthy deeed And every barren mind Each life in death crawling In frailty and idle flesh An existence like unto the rat Whose meat is other rats Mother pity, vile, great deceiver And wolfish governess to the other rats Mother infirmity How Beautiful and sweet this burden to fools Mother infirmity The strong mind for the crippled one, of strong be the right word Enlarding a fat - already sickness The strong hand for the crippled wrist, that feebly grasps its crown To bow Before a weakling child The open door that invites and tempts these rats at it to pick Who glory every hideous disease Upon whom it is impossible to pour too much contempt All worthless fucking vermin scum Scum! Scum!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Concrete shrines and mourning candles Whose fumes father black hatred To sweep across the light That glimmers in all mortal eyes To cloak the very sun A loathing that is as pure as a young virgin's cunt A hatredd that is limpid yet black That drips with the naxious tentacles of abhorrence Utter disgust and revilement To wrap around the throats of all your women and children A raging ejaculation of hate A hatred that could swallow passing stars or flickers of light Disgust towards the firesome tears of mongrel beasts of recreance To see these tombs and funerals gather a thousand-fold I'll place a knife in every hand and hatred in every heart To see the horrowing of every human life Murder is sacred May the blood forever flow in a deluge of crimson bliss Of those who are not even worth the air their lungs corrupt Not the life that will be torn from viscious veins By this hatred that is untoched By each birth and death, every affront unto the light By the foul poison of life

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025