IIII "The Album of Labour"
Will you hear my blood crying from the earth? Like you did with Abel Will you dress me up in white like it says In the revelations The process has already begun I'm waiting for the blood red sky The shining that will light the night I am sad to say that the shallow holds The throne in our hearts I am late to say that the fall of love Will launch the fall of man It's a sign - always fulfilling ourselves It's a sign - our demands cueing the world I'm waiting for the blood red sky The shining that will light the night I'm waiting for the quickening A sign to make it all begin
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
I'm addicted To the stress on this planet So much I need to know I'm addicted To just scratching the surface Emotions put on hold Deep dark eyes are surfing the net It's not me, it's my silhouette Spirit's shy I wonder why Eli lema sabachtani Wind will cry as we deny Eli lema sabachtani I'm addicted To be seen as a winner An infection in the brain I'm addicted To the news that delivers Hell and massive pain A feast for evil, mankind sleeping Far beyond our walls they're weeping
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
Two of the dead I saw in my head Witness of crimes historical times You drew the lines that taught us the signs Lines are erased future is faced The wind can't sweep away the prints Of us who didn't see the hints Are you aware the guilt we share A cross we bare Are you in peace as love will cease A deadly disease The doom is at hand the doom of man Haste to repent angels are sent Preparing it all the final call Waiting to free things unseen Static to wild wrath of a child The sky will fall and crush the earth The kings, the fools will curse this birth With bleeding hands to save ourselves A cross we draw sleep too long Too late to save our burning foe
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
The angel said to me: These words are trustworthy and true The lord, the god Of the spirits of the prophets Sent his angel to show His servants the things That must soon take place Behold, I am coming soon Blessed is he who keeps the words Of the prophecy in this book I John, am the one who heard And saw these things And when I had heard and seen them I fell down to worship at the feet Of the angel who had been showing Them to me But he said to me: do not do it I am a fellow servant with you And with your brothers the prophets And of all who keeps the words Of this book - worship god Then he told me: do not seal up The words of the prophecy of this book Because the time is near Let him Who does wrong continue to do wrong Let him Who is vile continue to be vile Let him Who does right continue to do right Let him Who is holy continue to be holy
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025
We formed the world together We stood the test of time We brought in new dimensions Of how high we could climb The fall the fall You gave a new proposal You slayed the ancient codes You forced in new restrictions You fooled the neighborhood Join the inner circle You wasted and condemned Join the inner circle Don't hide what has descended There was a slight disturbance There was a living lie There was a close encounter There was live or die
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025
Deep down under, deep down under The boiling surface loud like thunder The fear of being left alone Deep down under, deep down under The spoken mission clear like water A hole that once contained a vision Deep down under The famous space inside the human race Deep down under, deep down under My disbelievings numb like stones The fire that once begun is still aglow The famous space inside the human race Is not over until we change our ways I fell down before his feet A sinner willing to proclaim his defeat I knew he saw through all my lies I was judge through the tears in his eyes
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
I lock my door as the sun does rise As I observe the things that I despise I write down all the things I see I check my notes they're describing me My tears of joy are sad to you I can't feel hope like you do I always pray that the light will stay To light my soul, my soul is grey See the tears in my eyes they won't tell you no lies As you read my history See my fears go away as you taught me to pray The healing, the mystery If I could choose what I would do I'd stay in bed the whole life through The shiver me life once gave Is as exciting as my future grave I gaze alone at the setting sun I know today that I have won
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
Then the angel showed me The river of the water of life As clear as crystal, Flowing from the throne of god And of the lamb down the middle Of the great street of the city On each side of the river Stood the tree of life Bearing twelve crops of fruit Yielding its fruit every month And the leaves of the tree Are for the healing of the nations No longer will there be any curse The throne of god And the lamb Will be in the city And his servants will serve him They will see his face And his name Will be on their foreheads There will be no more night They will not Need the light of a lamp Or the light of the sun For the lord God will give them light And they will reign Forever and ever
Airwaves confirm you known by your name Register movements it's like a computer game Information overload - pipelines to my brain Is my inside to explode - none to keep me sane Implanted disbelieves fulfilled damnation Improve and then disceive Voice of creation will revenge Not even one word of integrity Life as a free man is all history Override digital sky - corrupt the endless stream I will die I cannot hide - in this 16-bit dream In my slumber falling deep The day turns into night Echoes try my thoughts to keep Decay, slowly bright
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
Stone, cold, appearance A change of time Try, to embrace Me those frosty hands of yours Darkness falls in your eyes As I whisper his name Past obliges you to fall On your knees Hate will abandon me I will prevail Season of grace See the healers I, stand, corrected While you wind Down, low, suspended In all your might you fall No more pain from the past This is what it was thought Past obliges you to fall On your knees
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
Then the angel showed me The river of the water of life As clear as crystal, Flowing from the throne of god And of the lamb down the middle Of the great street of the city On each side of the river Stood the tree of life Bearing twelve crops of fruit Yielding its fruit every month And the leaves of the tree Are for the healing of the nations No longer will there be any curse The throne of god And the lamb Will be in the city And his servants will serve him They will see his face And his name Will be on their foreheads There will be no more night They will not Need the light of a lamp Or the light of the sun For the lord God will give them light And they will reign Forever and ever
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025