Murder’s Concept

I release your blood I let flow more And more I smash Pieces of you on the wall Your body no longer resists You are to surrender You are to die Murder instinct madness I entertain the world Society turns Reality to nightmare I kill there fore I am Be quiet boy Why do you fear? I’ll highlight your life On TV they’ll show you With a razor I rip your crotch Don’t blame me for this Be quiet boy Expression With an axe I create The art of the 20th century A scream Why do you scream girl question We’ll entertain the people Be polite You’re so important to me A piece of flash I need you You are to surrender You are to die Bloody dream therefore I am.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 08, 2025

Got a life sentence For taking part in a brutal murder Of his own sitter Caused by sexual drives Sentenced by humanity Cursed for brutality For the cliched Blood obsession Accept by a bunch of similar Ones Shocked society on the one hand Awaiting redemption On the other pathological family In difference, atrocity of the act Him, mad scruple less Just got the knife And with a sexual gesture He butchered his sister But why can’t I believe this Why can’t I comprehend? Such behaviour Or his bloody instinct? I’m overwhelmed by fear I feel a murder lust His stare and his dumb smile Of an eleven year old boy.

Submitted by The Void — Nov 08, 2025

Internally old organism Rejected its fetus But occuring reactions won't allow To tear out the bringer Of human existence Fight for life - what life, Which one question In great fulfilmnet life was created To sacrifice - life for life... Off happiness for human Satisfaction left is Impotence and emptiness... And scattered human Creation is being removed... Save life - but what life, Which one question piece by piece, Effectively and carefully Small head which was Supposed to see the world (to give happiness and mother's devotion) Inertly lies in the surgeon's hands - A few stumps, closed and blood covered Eye - lids, deadly grimace Of the childish face... Someone must stay life - -But what for, why? Emptiness will persist, Nervous breakdown and fear... Looking at the deadly fetus in all - -Embracing inability weeping won't help in blood - life is taken away to rescue (Another) life and then...to forget (?) - life for life Unforgettable grief...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 08, 2025

Internally old organism Rejected its fetus Bur occurring reactions won’t allow To tear out the bringer Of human existence Fight for life what life Which one question In great fulfilment life was created To sacrifice life for life Off happiness for human Satisfaction left is Impotence and emptiness And scattered human Creation is being removed Save life, but what life Which one question piece by piece Effectively and carefully Small head, which was Supposed to see the world To give happiness and Mother’s devotion Inertly lies in the surgeon’s hands A few stumps, closed and blood covered Eyelids, deadly grimace Of the childish face Someone must stay life But what for why? Emptiness will persist Nervous breakdown and fear Looking at the deadly fetus in all Embracing inability Weeping won’t help In blood life is taken away to rescue Another life And then to forget life for life Unforgettable grief.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 08, 2025

Foetus was growing At the cost Of uterus mother’s organism My thoughts Has gone in torture I hear why? I don’t I feel touch I torture other victim why? Question why scoring I say to you? Degenerated conception of creepy Created by aversion & death Vision of their own nation I remember moment Saturated with Looking at massacre why? Innocent’s blood is All over my body Deep in me there is Degeneration & inside Madness… Murder by the reason Cruelty by own Children’s blood Created by system of hatred Changed into beast From unsewed stomach is Coming baby Small in mother’s blood Stumps cut navels Around their throats Mother’s blood mixed With young stuff Demonic orgy, woman’s anatomy I’m guilty in brain torture I hear why question Nation’s death why.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 08, 2025

Try to comprehend me Before you tear the aorta Stab with a knife... ...Once again Cut throat does not compare To the pleasure of raping a child Following her I leered at her tiny boy Watched her delicate moves And that strange freshness Now, she's just a dead Ripped corpse ...In the cut throat I find my pleasure Raping the child You hatefully murder Then desecrate My body You should have Done it before... ...Before you thought Of revenge I was molested It doesn't matter now Now it's blood Now it's sperm Cut throat Pleasure

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 16, 2026

Babies asses profaned By lustful Psychopath' penises Asses from which blood And entrails' fragments Spill out. Inconceivable scream - tearing Apart ears of the Criminal Who wants to fulfill His sick mind, Sick of emptiness that Blows up his brain Anal narcotic that allows To unload animal lust. Small object of orgiastic play Choking in its yell - by sperm Of the executioner Who's got nothing For his defense - except Innocence Raped eyes in deaf scream Look for death that Will release from Pain, Off "mother's pain", When they came into This world.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 08, 2025

Babies Asses profaned By lustful Psychopath penises Asses from which blood And entrails fragments Spill out Inconceivable scream tearing Apart ears of the Criminal Who wants to fulfil His sick mind Sick of emptiness that Blows up his brain Anal narcotic that allows To unload animal lust Small object of orgiastic play Choking in its yell by sperm Oh the executioner Who’s got nothing? For his defence except Innocence Raped eyes in deaf scream Look for death that Will release from Pain Off mother’s pain When they came into This world.

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 08, 2025

I wish I had the choice now you curse me-this is your will Some eerie force makes me act I wish I had the choice... It is a voice I have to follow A silent call comes from within Sudden decisions,violent impulses Abject emotions ,insane drives I wish I had the choice Now you beat me - that is you will I`d love to stroke Your baby-face I`d love to hold you In my arms But there`s little love In my grip My tender touch Becomes your pain I wish I had the choice...........

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 08, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?