Rot Among Us

Come to me thy Witchblood Cult... Come to thy sabbath... Awaken...Arise...Appear... I beckon you henceforth all, Rise from your restless slumbers... Foul beldames and ageless warlocks! Farm wench suckling rodent child! Enchanting blood drenched countess! Awaken! Arise! Appear! Emerge from sleeping villages and dead cities alike... Through the fog strewn woods, follow the eerie orange lights... Gather! Gather! Through bramble and heather! Gather! Gather! GATHER EACH WITCH!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Do you feel deceived? Like you can't believe in what you see? Is the wheel of confusion spinning 'round" Depression got you down? "Well come my child, I'll lead the way Through dark woods and to my cave Release your fear, be not afraid My command the beasts obey... Now gaze into my crystal ball We'll skry through fog to fortune tell Through sorrows past to futures fate To see what you've to anticipate..." Does the smoke swirl now a purple hue? Is something coming into view? Struck with fear, your eyes grow wide What horrors have you seen inside? '"Come my dear, tell an old gypsy witch" You start to speak through trembling lips To tell the crone just what you saw, inside her crystal ball... "Nothing's there...it's black as pitch just a cold dark void where the world was There's fire and death and an acrid stench..." You testify to the haggard wench "Tell me child, tell me more" The bent, green hag does implore "The seas are black on every shore The oceans gleam with viscous gore" "The future looks like a living Hell, I see billions of putrid corpses swell..." The witch jus snorts, grins and says "That's why you might as well..." Rot... Rot among us... Doom on. Tune off. Drop out. You should live your life for you Before our time runs out... "So now I've shown you futures fate Why would you choose to assimilate?" Give no man power over you and curse the ones who do... "The world is vast and space is deep Within you'll find the answers that you seek So if your ready for the final trip Here's a knife for the gateway of your wrists..." Rot... Rot among us... Doom on. Tune off. Drop out. Throw their fucking life away And go six feet underground

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Just a child, too young for church So my loving parents left me in the lurch A wooden drawer served as my crib From the evil's of the world hid But minutes turned to hours as I slept away the day No one came to tell me That my parents passed away Both were decapitated in a brutal crash So in this casket drawer is where I'll stay To live out my end of days I scream... The Sleeper And scream... In total darkness now I reside To weak to get out from inside And so my flesh turns putrid, pallid grey From my bones it rots away...rots away So now I just sleep and wait And Sundays I fucking hate And I know oneday when it's opened up, I'm waking up and coming out! And you'll scream... The Sleeper And scream... Dream... The Dreamer Rise... The Sleeper

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

A wise wizard wanders through a withering wood, Pondering existence and the nature of evil and good Choked in smoke from the pipeweeds toke Wreathes his frame like his woolen, ragged cloak And he trudges and tromps and hums his dreary lullaby Bound not by the laws of space and time And he swings his staff like a mighty scythe Through the fog of the bog and the swamps rank slime The wicked witch wanders through a watery maze Her moribund swamp glows green in bubbling lysergic haze And no one dare search for the lost children of the grave Embalmed in sorrow 'neath the murk of hypnotic waves But on the horizon, rings of smoke from the pipe of the wizard in that ragged cloak For he searches this land For the Acid Witch To peddle his wares from his bag of tricks A cornucopia of phramacopeia Guaranteed to take you to a psychedelic utopia Fly through the vast monoliths of Cyclopea Heavy fuckin' trip, hallucinogenic myopia Brine of the bog, witch & warlock meet on this plane And he lays out his wares he has for trade Speed and booze Pills, needles, cocaine The curious crone asks the wizard his name... "Thanatos, Reaper, Azrael I go by many names but you know me well Alchemy specialty, Synthesize gold meth Floating over you at your final breath Cause I'm the dealer... and I deal in DEATH And I'm here for some famous witch hallucinogens Let's barter! I've got the hard stuff you need In exchange for your mushrooms, weed and LSD!"

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Intoxicated... Chaos brings a thrilling high Falling leaves and house fire The smell that says it's time Incendiary... Accelerant speeds my blood My pupils widen As petrol fumes my lungs Incognito... A grotesque mask hides my face A hooded devil Pours gas around your place Tonight brings you...Devil's Night doom Watch as the flames consume Lashing wicked in the sky In fire you burn and die... The sky bleeds red with flame A glowing hellish gleam 800 residential fires On an 80's night 'fore Halloween Foul stench of sulphur Match flash of violent orange With no mercy and no regrets I toss it to the floor And set the home ablaze Rats scurry through a fiery maze To avoid the conflagration of the final flesh cremation For this rush of noxious flame... Eases all the pain Immolating Another forlorn home But not for some sick revenge Just did it cause I'm bored Immolating Another forlorn home But not for some sick revenge Just did it cause I'm bored Incandescent The city burns with violent heat And all you hear is screams Up and down each foggy street Incineration Vanish in the dark unseen Thousands more just like me Lost in a Devil's Night arson dream... The words things Halloween has in store Happens on the night before... Burn the city down! Burn your city down!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

(The unassuming little grey house on Martin St. Was not unlike all the others in the rows that you see Insignificant seemed the room added on the back Just a quiet place to get some much needed rest...) A clandestine room like a billion more Four angled walls entombed by wooden boards Encased in time by a roof and floor Could be a portal filled with many doors? What if evil inhabits such a normal place? A crossing void through time and space Where dreamlike world's deliquesce the Witch rules here in omnipotence 5508 Martin St. is just like any home We've all heard strange noises at times when we're all alone We've had fleeting nightmares that linger through the day The kind that make you wonder was that real or just a dream? Family man grinds away Midnight line he slaves for pay and needs to rest his weary head That backroom was perfect, if it wasn't for the stench But since there's no one there In darkness slumber crept.. Uneasy dreams bring night-gaunt horrors A refracted realm of night-sweat terrors Unseen force pulls your hand to the closet door Inside, your daughter's severed head lying on the floor 5508 Martin St. was left to burn and rot The room in back, decrepit now Almost totally forgot But at the witching hour The room whispers of your name Beckoning you to find her and make her live again Jolted from the dead of blackest sleep To realize it was just a horrid dream Then startled by a sickening scream Trapped between realities So drift once more in restless slumber Witch's curse you now succumb to And in the morning, pale-faced and listless And you will not speak of what you've witnessed... For the unseen hand rolled you in your bed You came face to face with the crone of death The most hideous face you've ever seen Open mouth, it tries to speak... Nothing but a foul reek... Nothing but a noxious stink... From the formless hag of Martin St. Your body can, but your mind will never leave Trapped for eternity, in a little room on Martin St. The horrid hag hisses on Martin St. The horrid hag of Martin St.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

(How does an urban legend form? Do you ever wonder that? How it seeps into the mind of man Where the starting point is at? Well take a trip with the Witch, you see On this dusky Hallow's Eve...) Tales of poison candy I believe, I've found the start Back in '74, in Texas It begins with a man named Ronald Clark O'Bryan, yes, that was his name And he has one morbid claim to fame Murdered his only son on Halloween, and tried to blame a man unseen... Out with the kids, they came to a house Trick - or - Treat! But the lights were out And so the kids ran along ahead Then through a crack in the door came a hand Holding five sweet and sugary pixie stix the giant ones, a full 21 inch And Ron, like a caring, normal father gave them to the kids, no one's the wiser He's the man who killed Halloween The candy man with the toxic treats A family man who was driven mad Don't eat the sweets from an Evil Dad! Now the night grows late, all the kids are in the jack-o-lanterns start to dim Time to calculate the saccharine score in heaping piles spilled on the floor "Just one more treat before bedtime?" Lil' Timmy starts to whine So he cracks the stick to see what's inside and downs the sugar laced with cyanide Within the hour, Tim O'Bryan was dead but who would ever suspect his dad? He blamed in on a mysterious creep from that darkened house somewhere down the street But the creepy guy had a solid alibi So Ol' Ron was trapped within his lie When it was just his poor son who died The lone one who ate one of the five... He's the man who poisoned Halloween The candy man with a deadly scheme To collect insurance for the debts he had You'll be dead by dawn - The Evil Dad!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Something evil is stirring the woods I can feel it through my bones The Indians thought this forest was magic The green lights led me to it My shovel hits the dirt, I dig down Cutting worms in half until I heard a sound My shovel stopped, did I hit a rock? What have I found? A metal structure underground... I feel young, but look old Ever since this discovery Possession of the mind What has become of me Late last night and the night before Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers Knocking at my door I don't want to go out I don't know if I can Because I'm so afraid of the Tommyknocker man Trapped within this tiny town All my neighbors start to disappear A new found gift of invention Elaborate plans whispered in your ear Out in the forest, in a gaping hole Unite as one, hive mind control Euphoric thrills, the buzz of Haven Leave this planet that ain't worth saving Cause late last night and the night before A two part mini-series that really was a bore I don't wanna have to watch it, I don't know if I can The only thing that's saving it is Traci Lords, man!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Chelsea was just like any modern girl, known by you or me A daughter, sister, friend and more Out for some Halloween revelry She'd heard of Metal Mike's mythic party In the rural woods of Michigan Chelsea goes as Poison Ivy to masquerade with all her friends The party proved to be a rowdy bash As dusk is swallowed by the night Thundering metal bands set the pace Everything glows an eerie light And Chelsea danced and Chelsea laughed Drank cheap wine from a large carafe And as that night broke into dawn She was never seen again Chelsea didn't come home last night I think it's time to make that dreaded call A trembling hand dials the phone On a cold and somber day that Fall Police and fed's now work the case And found someone who could recall the face In that car she entered, driven by a man And so the search for Chels' began Frantic, fevered was the pace A sprint against time in this morbid race But the thorough search turned not a trace what could be of Chelsea's fate? A year passed by as the seasons change Fall, Winter and back to Spring again Until that day, down by the tracks A fisherman found a skeleton And so we learned of her horrific fate When they examined her final resting place Her light snubbed out by a cowardly scum Now rots in prison for the sins he's done Chelsea didn't come home last night Pray you never have to make that call So advise your friends of where you go And beware, the creeping strangers prowl

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Her bloodline held through centuries Claimed Scottish rites of masonry From eldritch shores of greenery Of an isle cloaked in mystery She brought the arcane To the realms of a modern age And toiled through dusty tomes Of spells, to spread her magick word The hour of the witch is now Her strange tale lingers on A whisper from beyond the grave... Have you heard her name? Gundella the green witch A witch of much renown Rubenesque temptress of a hefty pound Face scarred and pockmarked Hair dyed a haggard green Yet she'll tell you all the men Still they pine for thee... Manifested fame in old Detroit Wrote the witch watch to give out advice and the Werewolf of Grosse Pointe Full of haunted folklore to give out a fright She wanders down from Martin St. To the decrepit grounds of the insane asylum Eloise In Ganong Cemetery She thought she saw a golden wig but as she drew so close, saw the white of a rotting corpse... (Saw a haunted corpse... Found the cursed corpse...) Gundella the green witch What have you foresaw? Deep in the depth's of your glowing crystal ball? Gundella the green witch Did fate let your forsee? the slaughter of your daughter on that blackest Hallow's Eve... Magick & Chaos X3...Collide! Magick aura, chaotic force When you meddle with evil You've cast the course For that energy only grows Procreates in the seeds That you've sown Rule of three, so mote it be Selling spells, possessed with greed Reckless handling out the hex To charm the desired sex Unbalanced the equation and toyed with many lives On Hallow's Eve, axe swings for thee Tonight your daughter dies! Now death hand's come for her All those dark encounters served as clues That a black entity set it's gaze entity set it's gaze on thee Blood drips down her family tree And now her daughter pays the blades sharp price For selling hexes, spells and witching advice And her murder happened on a Halloween Night A coincidence? You better think twice! Everything you do Comes three fold back to you... THE END... FOR NOW.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025