After the Burial
Album • 2008
On your guard as you lurk along the sand A paper face won't mask your fear Unrelenting consequences for this inquisition Venture forth and give yourself away... ...with the scent of unfamiliarity For razor teeth love their human silk They long to savor unexpecting flesh To drink a carcass dry is to taste the Sunderban Mighty one, never forget, never forget why your skin is thick Die defending that which your heart keeps closest The taste of vengeance is so much sweeter on the blackest of lips The wind whispers trespass, a call for an end Take up your arms set your sights Never fear there's always more blood. Retaliate, retaliate, retaliate At ease mighty one this war is not one of your own The king returns to claim his throne A humble crown adorns his noble brow As the killing season comes to a close, take what's left and start again As you strive to regain all aspects of your grief ridden life, living each day with strength found in your heart
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Oh, so fucking cold. The winds, the drifts of winter, bonechilling nightfall. Early evening sundowns make nights seem more like Borealis dreams. My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry. Everything I know, in body and soul... ...Lakeland Look to the river rushing, unparalleled it's power. It carves away at the land. Eroding the banks, consuming the sands and washes away to her Majesty. They say, there's no other place like home, and they said it best. I've realized what this place means to me, Lakeland. I can see my reflection in the land, I see my form. And I know the land reflects in my self. It reflects in my self.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations. Your rotting corpse is restored. Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust, withered bandages restrain you no more. Severed heads accent the gates, bones emerge from the sands, proof of your reign remains. I, your Liege, now command your rule again. The sun burns through the skin, boiling vital organs within. But the god's can't destroy my cursed, blackened heart. Appeasing the thirst of the damned, mocking the praised ones. The sand soaks the blood, the blood flows like wine, send death from above. Locusts and famine engulfing your race, my savagery knows no end. At the price of all your lives, I destroy your kind, death by my hand. Sands blowing across cursed lands will consume the evidence of your ancient existence. The Earth is now black from the torment I have set upon it. All shall bow, serve, and praise thy name.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
A thousand times, too many times I've fallen back out of place from a dream The bright sunlight, a rude awakening Like I'm seeing the colors leave the brush for the wall... ...that's when, into... I reach into memories, I long to relive those times. Those younger days. If only time would stop, stand still. Maybe I could see myself, what I've become, it's sickening. This isn't me.. No turning around. No turning back now. I'm disappearing into my dream, I'm vanishing into the air. Liberation, I'm free from all of this. Now I must go, dissipate into the lights...
Victim of anger tied to distance Where does it come from? Distrust Ive stood strong, held my head high through constant war So brutal, so violent So I tiptoe through conversation, a lapse in my step is misperceived Unleash a breath of salvation in dormancy lies everlasting Remember all the fires we started, our aspirations for progression We feed the burning for a better day Dont let your selfishness extinguish the flame Prevailing with lasting intentions Never living behind your back Convictions leave me questioning if youve been living behind mine
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes Their word brings desperation, just look around you Renewed visions reveals the lies My truth will be my own You say it doesnt matter, get used to fear I tell you thats the problem Get used to the lies They mislead your pride You blind them with your light Jut strand this from the mind You say it doesnt matter, get used to fear I tell you thats the problem What its done to you, the way you live your life Pick yourself up What its done to you, the way you live your life A state of empty bliss, an empty state of mind A state of empty bliss pulled into the depths Dragged out with the tide My truth will be my own and not the one they gave me
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Im falling away Away from myself Away from who I used to be Arid skin cracked and torn, I peel it away A change for the better to harness the strength and rise more powerful Now moroe powerful than ever A decrepit self once animate, now abandoned and left to rot Nothing to be salvaged, nothing to be saved Now follow the thrashing thought of your dream to exist Persue what may never come Releasing demons and banishing them to the depths of bloody memories and regrets The outer shell is decomposing, releasing a new upgraded self Bleeding ink reveals the price of expansion Push it down, its hideous face below the water Watch what was become never again Let nothing stop you for when it lived, it showed no mercy Now show it no remorse Cut compassion from your mind Forget what it means to cherish life Now following the thrashing thought of your dream to exist Pursue domination
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Creator as observer Congruent systems collapsing Mutating waveforms to become sight, sound, touch A sick perception is now my only link to reality Scorched eternally blistering Yet I prevail My merciless plan of creation etails seeing the unseen forge an abomination with a cold hearted sense of compassion, devastation Thy vicious modus operandi Observer as creator Beguiling unstable electric forms These fools of judgment, they thirst for unpute Draining a carcass, devour the contaminate and filth that roams amongst us, sterilizing our human forms Shredding tissue, fracturing bone Burning synapse, rewriting conscious A burial reforming of features A hideous cleansing of God Self purification achieved when whats left behind is devoid of deformations
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
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