The Malefactor’s Bloody Register

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Dark alleys, gas light haze Smog riddled sinners in a gloomy maze This is the decade of us sordid sons We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done Filth riddled dreadful air In every nook and crevice lures the devil's snare A proper captain needs his sordid sons To keep the devil from the streets, have justice done No splendor, no praise The chosen hides his face What inglorious display When the sordid son breaks your sordid ways The foul mob claim sin for sin Every rotten urge seems to exist within This is the decade of us sordid sons We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done A sick tree bears poison fruit The sordid son kills the sickened root We rid the shadow of each wicked witch We chase the devil from the devilish twitch Crook and sinners, debauched lot Dispatched from being by the righteous knots we tie Decree by decree a burden upon us Shunned, twisted debris They all drift towards us like moths drawn to flame A fatal attraction towards death and shame A race for the gallows by a pitiful pack To join their brothers atop the sordid son's rack Bystard by bastard perish to show Their gullible brothers who watch from bellow That sin has its price and the price has its toll Paid by hangman and judges with a piece of their souls So... This is the decade of us sordid sons We keep the devil from the streets have justice done You must know this is the decade of us sordid sons We keep the devil from the streets have justice done You've got a sickened tree bearing poisoned fruits So stomp it dead beneath your sordid boot There is no rest for shaking hands Eternal servants to the crowd's demands You know an ordered prospeous happy kind Need their bastard sons and their sordid minds See the devil hides behind many a guise And you can't be certain until the subject dies All shun the bastard son of law Disposable justice whore Bastard son All shun the bastard son No one, the bastard son Filthy Unclean Bastard son of law

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 10, 2025

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There stands a bleak massive door At the end of a long winding hall A massive, dreadful, disheartening thing Guarding terrible, dreadful things It looms in the dim dark light Lock upon lock, it's sealed shut, shut tight It's been moulded through ages in dim dark rooms To a thunderous beat of impending doom There history is written, forgotten, ignored And more men have died than in any war Misdeeds of the future and sins from before All blend in the gloom behind those locked doors Prowling madmen, killers and kings Stalk the shadows while judges and lawyers sing Songs of justice and hymns to the lord Dancing in secret to the devil's chord Some bones must be broken and some blood ignored Each man is due to the demons of yore Prowling madmen, killers and kings Grin in the shadows while judges and lawyers sing That bolted door at the end of the hall Will keep our secrets safe That bolted door at the end of the hall Will keep our secrets safe for evermore There stands a bleak massive door At the end of an immaculate hall A massive, dreadful, disheartening thing Guarding terrible, dreadful things Its thorough design keeps pandemonium at bay But once in a while one or two ghosts escape Then a whisper of madness might pass chased through the night By dogs of law with a furious bite Written, forgotten, rewritten, ignored Pages twisting, turning Each man is due to the demons of yore Creeping, crawling, calling Misdeeds of the future and sins from before All blend in the gloom behind those locked doors Some bones must be broken and some blood ignored Each man is due to the demons of yore Prowling madmen, killers and kings Grin in the shadows while judges and lawyers sing... ...of a higher form, to elevate us all from our gullible selves Nothing ever happened behind those blessed doors

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 10, 2025

Scrubbing skin, cleanse this cursed flesh Oh that vile stench of sin seems to seep from within I still smell his burning fat, his bowels turned Oh that rank smell of sin seems to stick to my skin Was his death unjust? Well I dare hope not His sentence may falter, but the end that he got Neatly executed with impeccable skill Just like I'd wish my end when it is fulfilled I pray it must draw near This burden turned to much to bear I wish I could greet my long trusted friend My only true companion to and through the end Scrubbing skin, cleanse this bloodied flesh Oh that vile stench of sin emanates from within I still feel those woeful stares, their scent of fear And that rank smell of sin seems to stick to my skin Were their deaths unjust? Well I would bet not Such nasty, demeanours account for a lot So we sent them off to the best of our wills Still that accursed room echoes with their screams so thrill Is this endless delirious strain, sore pores and bloody chains All I shall attain, has it been to no avail? This raucous delirious strain returns again and again The ghosts of the slain, from my bonded domain I pray it must draw near, my burden grievous I'd greet my trusted friend Intent companion loyal through grace and grief parade and gutter My aide through life and lot I beg you to collect me

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 10, 2025

The cart carrying the damned came rolling at a steady pace On it a sorry, defeated lot, carried through the morning haze Three men and two women, en route to their doom To die by my hands, before the clock struck noon I hung my heart on Harrow square Laid that noose around her neck and strung her up there With a steady gracious stride, she climbed the scaffold stairs Begged me to be quick and clean, then shed one single tear This god-like, glorious thing served to an ungodly end Foreordained at our only meet, a lot for which I'll spend... ...hours tormented through ages repent My one true loss of that lover I sent To fire and brimstone to torment and flame To face the beyond without knowing her name Forgive me my dear your devout murderer A broken down pauper in grave disrepair Forgive me oh dearest I solemnly swear That time's long gone when I last stood here... ... with that awful plight on Harrow square To lay that noose around your neck and string you up there I hung my heart on Harrow square Lay that noose around her neck and strung her up there

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 10, 2025

Now listen man: There's no good to be found in this mire The muck's just deeper and the further you dig The more it sticks to your soul and skin Slowly settling the taint within When all is said We'll be amongst the practical dead Cut off from the way ahead Picked as the world colludes To see the circle conclude Now listen man: There's just filth to be found in this mire The more you struggle, the faster you sink So abandon your search If you're stuck in hell You're worse off if know it was well When all is said All blood is bled We'll be amongst the practical dead Cut off from the way ahead A broken, battered brood Casualties of the general mood Picked as the world colludes To see the circle conclude Hear the mob calls my name To quench its bloodlust again One final glorious act To end this dismal, this dismal sinister pact Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle, our final closure Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle One final time to stand before the howling hundreds Blood surging like thunder, our final closure

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 10, 2025

I lie here listening to sounds of this insane city Twisting and turning for hours, still not able to sleep Stray dogs they bark, bark and and howl like wolves outside my window Bark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, villainous kind Bark, unkind, evil, malign, never, ever, kind Chasing shadows each of other like that rabid kind I call my kin Villainous kind, bark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, devilish kind Evil malicious minds The stench of gutters blends with smog from hulking chimneys... Dark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, villainous kind Bark, unkind, evil, malign, never, ever, kind ... forming a thick dark mist allusive of our souls Villainous kind, bark, unkind, grind, evil, malign, devilish kind Evil malicious minds For hours I have been twisting, turning for sleep But terrified of what awaits For days now I have been yearning for relief from this time and space From the depths of limbo I hear calling, still I strive to cling To the shards of a broken realm to maintain my essence, save my soul from hell In the depths of Somnus my trial awaits me to deliver my plea A scornful mob of the justly dispatched to hand me my verdict with sentence attached The moist, stale air grows thicker, hotter, smothering me Like the unwanted child of a deluded self-righteous mother That abomination for long I have served From the depths of limbo I hear calling, still I strive to cling To the shards of a broken realm to maintain my essence, save my soul from hell In the depths of Somnus my trial awaits me to deliver my plea A scornful mob of the justly dispatched to hand me my verdict with sentence attached No peace, no glory gained, just transient relief from worldly strain Lo' there's no eluding those mental chains, of a soul pawned for a crock of gold For the broken subject not of thought but of told, like a broken statue cast into the mould Still as change might occur, forced or change from stir The mind still retains some quintessence remains Some essence maintains its grip on the broken man To pull the soul from the iron hand To cleanse, to purge, to wash away that bloody brand Please don't weep for me sister for I have done much wrong Don't despise me my brothers what's done is done I've been lost on a cold night, been gone far and long And for my deeds I'll repent there on my electric throne

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 10, 2025