Anaal Nathrakh
Single • 2020
As one we march along into nauseating neglect Like all good swine, we deserve our feed Are we not yet oblivious to your words? By the end we’ll beg Take what small comfort there may be left Seize what you love and damn all the rest Panem, circenses, credulous descent A Gadarene charge into endarkenment Why ask questions now? We know all we need to know (nothing) Fuck you if you think I am wrong The answers I have are all the answers I need By the end we’ll beg Take what small comfort there may be left Seize what you love and damn all the rest Panem, circenses, credulous descent A Gadarene charge into endarkenment No light No flame No fear The demon is real By the end we’ll beg For someone to take away the light Take what small comfort there may be left Seize what you love and damn all the rest Panem, circenses, credulous descent A Gadarene charge into endarkenment The noble search over, no answers to find We retreat to dust, ignoble, sublime Nothing to reach for, the death of the mind Fuck all salvation, truth is a lie
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 07, 2025
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