Demo 2009

The dreams in the witch house The rats in your bed Non Euclidean geometry Is it in your head? The science turns to nightmare The math breaks the rules Bathed in the witch lights of perpendicular doom The Arkham Witch is a fucking old bitch And she's calling you to play Rats on her tits and murdered kids A sacrifice to make Make her an offering the knife in your hand Mr Jenkin's at your elbow It's all been planned Sinking in the spaces of a nightmare in between With shapes and fetches of a half world queen (Chorus) The asylum fits, your mind it quits Dimensions fade to grey The angels of your soul warp your own black hole As your life's blood slips away!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Are we the dispossessed, the broken and the few? Supposed to relinquish, that that we once knew The English working class Is this a conspiracy? How 'bout we set the task to find our unity? Hail! Hail! Hail! Let England Prevail The world's an evil place As history has proved It's only right we seek, to help and to include But not at the expense of our identity I am an Englishman I'm fair and I am free (Chorus) There are those who seek to destroy our land Through some strange negligence only they understand So face this foe, my friends! Be firm, be fair, be brave Or you, children of England are children of the grave

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Jeepers creepers man, snakes alive Great Caesar's ghost, it's decision time! 'Cause there's two ways now through these woods The straight narrow path or the thorny bush God's favourite number is six six six And it's true that the devil wears a crucifix Are we happy or am I sad? 'Cause the tears in my eyes are just as bad I know there's a dream that's coming alive I know there's a sweetness in suicide 75 A last caress or the fist that stings Well, without a body just symbolic things Great archetypes of some strange command To detach this fleshy ghost that we hadn't planned So here I walk and I walk alone Through this and strangeness I call my own Hit the gas tank 'cause here I come To the sweet harmony of oblivion (Chorus) The nerves in my body, these roads to the brain, they bring the master his pleasure and the servant his pain

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

A poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Listen to the Chaos rise That the fog awoke The occultists know it's time The old gods invoked Into the ocean black The strange people pour Great Cthulhu wakes at last To call them all to war! People of Innsmouth to the sea I hear the Old Ones call to me Deep in the ocean we shall be The lords of all His blasphemy Legions of the Deep! Weird stars are misaligned The universe, it burns A strange light on Innsmouth shines A dark age returns We herald an age of black And as mankind bleeds We shall live in paradise Under the sea (Chorus) I dream emerald dreams Of the waters and the seas Into the ocean go To great Cthulhu down below Hear ye the whispering winds Telling you of other things Eerie realms unseen Cyclopean cities in the sea! Oh great Cthulhu, legions deep We come to wake you From profound sleep From a wild clime That lieth sublime Out of space - and out of time Below the thunder of the upper deeps And far beneath the abysmal sea His ancient dreamless, un-invaded sleep Cthulhu sleepeth - sunlight flees

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Splendid torrent, cascading down Foaming fury, from a furrowed brow Wide the spaces, frozen free Alone he wonders, to vex this dim sea Souls once toiled, now flesh that creaks In pale abstraction, their spirit sleeps A vain existence, nothing remains Peculiar essence, faint in the brain A shape determined with ageless sight To bathe himself in grim twilight A strange light glowing, from outer depths Bearing down, into flesh Strange habitation, a phantom crew Take the places, they once knew Raise the sails, tonight our course is hell! The creak of wood, the rattle of bones shall serve the swell! All are wearing the ocean's crown Deep voices calling their senses down With fearsome laughter, the rumbling sea will shield the world, with endless grief (Chorus) Star thrown spears, malignant glare A pale light ponders, what he's caught there A death taunt traveller, illusion free Rides those waves, with strange buoyancy The broken backs of the dead Scaffold him where angels tread

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025