The Switch to Turn Off Mankind
Hellbound, the fight is on summoned to answer the call eager, to prove a point no confrontation too small.All resistance of the soul giving in hellbound we're going down with a grin.Storming, to the front virtues decaying inside relish,the taste of blood gleefully taking that ride.All resistance of the soul giving in hellbound we're going down with a grin.Nowhere to hide more guts more pride street justice martial law every nerve rubbed raw. Conviction, at point blank the law of the victor is might morals,caving in brutal force making it right. All resistance of the soul giving in hellbound we're going down with a grin. Blur of faces more life wasted. No compassion to be found we are hellbound.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Mental bulldozers let loose cruising towards life a trail of, human Mud I shall bring peace. Mankind on its knees before a power too strong , helplessly accepting their god proven wrong, panic releases the evergrowing fright, while sanity dies as there's no cure in sight. Hope crushed on display, screams breed like flies, you envy the dying in the mirror, where I bring peace... Faster to death with throttle at max,As I introduce Mr neck to Mr axe self-rightous ethics forced down your throat, no room for morals in this sinking boat. Penetrating sirens howling, mankind has lost the monument of society is fallinng, as I bring peace. Burning the rest in the fire with god, leftover faith sunken in blood,far beyond terrifying closer to hell and yet another train of believers derails. Ruins, landscape of death, history's over and gone, silence like never before as I brought peace. Geniously evil forcing you down, total destruction you're loosing your ground, I'm in command, I give the sign , I rule the switch to turn off mankind.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Manipulation of itself, a truth creation of man, the weak. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason, it's dead. And still they gather, the heard to worship and pray obsessed. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason, it's dead. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason, it's dead. It's the truth,it's written,it's the law, no doubt,no questions, sacred law. Righttous needs no proof, on his knees, serve to please a traitor, an insurgent of the mind I am. Source of mass-enslavement, holy toxic, it doesn't have a reason,it's dead.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Termination destined, I will give in almighty no one I will obey. I must get out of here, avoiding that path, the way they run in circles, a way to flee down. Arise, to descend, arise. Source of all salvation, it's you and me again, core of abstinences to keep me down. Arise, to descend, arise. No limitations, only time is a threat, no regret or worries, I'll do my needs in hell. Our own circles, our own reasons, our own pace. We aim downwards, we run slower, we mute life. Condemnation of ideals, termination fields. Another dawn in hell, resume that circle race, almighty no one I will obey.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
By god they breed to control, to spread the pure is their call, with their plight they're deceiving us all. Like an army in it's sleep, they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. Our enemies, already here building up, and we're not aware. Like an army in it's sleep, they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. It's coming, coming! The war of wars, it came through our doors. The battalion's awake enforcing belief in return for relief. When the time comes they must take a stand and it's written, god over land. Like an army in it's sleep, they await patient, to blend in, they await choices, postponed, so they await cunning, yet oft ignored, they lie in wait.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
She gave birth to sin, obeying the snake instinctive lust like the serpent she was. Greed over trust, when given a choice she chose the forbidden, blaming the snake. Master evil, Mistress Eve. Like the cobra's smile, haunting your soul, paralyzing malice, she is the snake. Power abundant, beauty flavoured death, primitive lust and man lost control. Master evil, Mistress Eve. Venom -disarms the man servant- under Eve's command. Like a serpent she bit injecting passion, the serpent has won. She controls the dance with her flute, she's in charge, she controls the man as she controls the snake. Domination the Master's hand, evil Command. Damnation close at hand the final stand. And the almighty god regrets the day, when evil took shape in so many ways. She holds the key, the serpent in charge made a god in its image and savaged our minds. Mistress of snakes arose from hell, root of all evil she gave birth to sin... Master evil, Mistress Eve.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025