Phobia / Abaddon Incarnate

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Enter the living god, beneath emerald forest the Mother earth Enter subterranean hell, where executioner awaits his prey Thirsting for blood of the chosen to die, Macho priest disguises sexuality Hiding his madness behind his mask of religion Chthonic grave for the sacrificed slaves Earthquake, solar eclipse, But the bloodthirsty priest keeps hacking off heads Tidal wave, drought and disease, Build more pyramids to the homicidal gods Agony of faith, apostle of pain Die to satisfy perverted lust for death Into the cold waters we offer the corpse Glass exhumes still beating hearts Naked corpse turns pale in death Spectre of the angels of the underworld Ignite their bloodlust with the ripping of flesh And the breaking of bones, with hammers of stone Arcane words, scrapped into fleshless skull Auto script, words take on a life of their own To memorize the death the agony here Look to the stars, mathematics of sacrifice Ancient cult of blood and sacrifice, Has no place amongst the civilised But the priest keeps hacking off heads ..... With his glass knife

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

From the saline depths of Issyk kull, Parasites they carry to us, a gift to our filthy unwashed ways Vermin apocalypse parasitic death, mass despair, terror, unseen killer Hear ye! Bring out your dead, The plague doctor's futile attempts to heal them have failed Cursed is cursed was and cursed will be, Damn to world and it's sick to hell, that is my decree Rotting corpses fill the gutter, morbid shadow haunts my days Cursed of this pox disease, vermin apocalypse. Dead children, cling to dead mothers breast, Drunken fathers in despair commit suicide Plague Doctors, hide behind, bestial masques, Their magic is obsolete in the face of this pestilence Rotting corpses fill the gutter, morbid shadow haunts my days Cursed of this pox disease, vermin apocalypse.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Swim down into surging chaos, wrapped in deflecting orb, Golden armour nailed from angel soul, Safe in this crucible - surrounded by liars Madden by the sights I see, aghast at my humanity, Sick of my flesh, tired of my bones, safe in this crucible - haunted by mistakes Angel dust, to keep me awake for months Elixir of the dragon, keep me angry for years Cauldron of lies, to keep me proud of myself Fathoms deep I met myself in mirrors of black nothingness, pressure of all the suffering in the world, deflected by this crucible - forever paranoid The movement of the peoples of the earth, pass me by lightning quick, all these years waste away, My armour becomes a tomb - I make my own doom

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025