Astrakhan
EP • 2012
My miser ways are mounting I'm counting days while nullified and wretched channeled aggression that's fueling the rage oh why i'm thrashing my body with age oh what a better way to split 2 fives in 6 ways paced to faced I've flown from the far away mountains spit on the brave who are hidden in their caves lost limbs in the fiercest of winds shits gone astray hairs falling in clumps my toes are eternally numb cold air has now all but prepared my body for a marriage with soil rage on through clouds of the bitch storm it's on its way scarring the face crush cans to get gone and get away salvations rays soul eater's haze im waving the standard with honor singing my own accolades im violently drifting and sordid you are! oh what?! im finding myself today oh what a better way to split 2 fives in 6 ways paced to faced yea grave drawn martyr by my own hand thin hands scratch through the skin to my bones my bones now entirely hollow bit by bit i decay hairs falling in clumps my toes are eternally numb cold air has now all but prepared my body for a marriage with soil
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 13, 2025
even sideways let it grow inside me waiting yea eager awaiting to sunder Cell walls combustion embers moan aloud and cry out our time is now eager awaiting the burn in my time by myself i am withdrawn my exile sweat procures to steam and scald i inhale searing lungs embers moan birthing fire from the flesh baking air cutting stone birthing fire from the flesh braving death Cauldrons on kindling my fingers are tingling now my eyes fall to passing ground while streaking through air my heart cannot bare to endure reflections reflections of the man before
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 13, 2025
Hell is firing back a childs feet distrupting mosses one step of a million erased from the home that holds his name heir will quiver in silence fraught despair well i don't need no son to sort it sort it enjoy the trees forever i didn't see the sun today tomorrow holds an unknown fate for me within these walls i ache to liberate a spark and plan another way a kid cleaned up pale and weak but standing craving vengence hunting you
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 13, 2025
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