Black Thrash Attack

Bleak prudence, bleaker grace Amidst from these venomish losses Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses We have grasped we have honoured Though we seduce envied secrets Apart we breathe the true... Sons of Hades So, we inherit this flock And it's stone cold desire Winged lashes ablazed and sat these fragments afire Then erased the true Sons of Hades We had one soul Who - while it was ours - in it's duty and obediance gave us this. Now gather and surmise, see it's face now beautified Our laughter was spoken for The eagles went away And the goddess of thorns was our prudent flame Fearless we deny the sweet shepherd's love and his buried heart As (well as) the shade of his forsaken father and his pale senses

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025

So you've come for your vengeance Hear - I think the crowd is silent Of me you have dreamt I have grown (I built my domain on your hate) Mock your words I will laugh in disrespect then wash my hands in your blood conqueror A face of fright you revealed to me with which I painted my eyes Delight me with death for this tires my soul and soon eyes of black shall arise... Hear crowd - my heart The delicate thunder

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 23, 2025

What erased this scenery So that I could fancy ridicule over pity And enrace whatever mocked the sky Two hands made these hearts That trembles before me My loss of grace (Their earthly figure with it's marbled face) I link the two In my heretic poetry Rain falls silently I am the portal A layer of dust A burdened insect that betrayed their lust I licked their wishes in reverie And soaked their crystal trust What screamed so annoyingly That made you rush through these (strangely) coherent purgatories Gloves and masks are these eyes to stare so awfully At my malignant heresy A rat conducted the angels, to sing hysterically, songs that whipped their wings and opened walls of gloss Rain falls abruptly

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

Coiled embalmed wretched face of evil Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory All matters sewn into one prophet I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset Winged lashes - vast essence Dead skin holds the poet A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset A triangular wave left me covered with lies Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies All - fallen enslaved All - vanished awoken It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token That buries three hearts, six feathers - One oaken To crack self-made concepts To hold one great feast A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust ...it's a fistful must...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these The yearner, the hallows, the spectre and I And the arrows pointed to the core As songs are sung for the tender ones The black thrash attack Crack of thunder, At dawn we slumber... ...in these clumps of flesh It's the black thrash attack A rush of agony mixed lust and terror for these The burden, the flock, the masters and I And a fairytale was soaked in blood As remembrance prowled on through the night A whiff of divinity brought scents of murder to this The heavens, the masquerade, the winged one and I And our shades were gracefully enshrined A sepulchral voice did drain the soaked sky A slice of atrocity linked rage and pride to the sight of the heavens in its last throes of death And my hands shaked and curled triumphantly In this black thrashing night of infernal hell...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025

Weak is your mind and weak are your words "Destroyer of lives" - Ha! I spit on your whorish ways Your dearest lies are holy, yet undivine You shall stand petrified by the fierce pest Scream before the ones you never did rape! Your tears make me laugh makes you yield your soul to the pest Whore!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025

I am the phantom you please to see Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me I occurred beside the magic pawn Omnious, is this fading dawn I am the scenary, the one who smite I was always meant to avoid this light Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash And escaped what now is layed in ash You starvers you have seen Nevermore will you look upon the preen Illusionary palace, glory in a curl Wretched faces of a dead world... They, the dust, have now gone. For the lord of them will be the one that broke their wings, and kissed their horns Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns. Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more... The moving figures my undressed lust Their tempting eyes with their silver dust Mine to behold like the flap of my soul Dead skin prison. Dead... Stiff... Cold... [Dedicated to Sodom's "Obsessed by Cruelty"]

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

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Reaching for the last child of mankind And its effort, in silence to stay purified Tormenting, the fool won't survive Slavery in hell for the weak and the mild Merciless Destructor Grabbing, all tenderness will be sat aside Heaven won't exist for the human tribe At dawn, ruins is all that is left Destructor stands proud, thinks of all those who wept Merciless Destructor

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

Attack crush all the sons of christ with our fierce and invincible might Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for Master of storms marching to battle Creator of evil fighting for hell Storming through the weak armies of god soon the fields are all covered in blood christian blood Violent hailstorms axes through flesh no fucking angels left alive and in the nightsky a scream of pain Alas, your god has died

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025