Of Death and Delirium
Someone approached me with a dagger as I slept. I saw the shadow in the arches Stalking their prey like rodents, the bloody chapel is wroth with treacherous Neills Mercenaries, who fought for me, feast upon the fruit of your victories And keep the keys to Leap forever in your possession Dragged by the hair to the oubliette I cannot call out because my throat is slit Descending, as fumes rise from the black pit Restrained, hands bound, shin bones split From the dark, come forth the slaves The hunger and the black bones surround Mounds of chaotic screams, and withered shells of death The shadows became arched bare bones, nothing of flesh for salvage Hunger, delirium, not a drop of blood to drink Dark room of my destiny Dying cries of forgotten relics ring Through the centuries This is a place of ancient betrayal Broken alliances and blood soaked stone surrounds Eternal chamber A dungeon of nothing with the scent of ancient death Delusion of never ending night Banished to the valley of the black hearts I hunt the arched back beasts No bones to gnaw or blood to drink What use for the human eye in this place when a constant black surrounds. Death is near. Starvation's delusion whispers to me I pull the last sliver from the socket
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Son you have left my harsh discipline and hatred Now I wait for him, I struggle for centuries In our hunger we suffered, madness had taken me My mind is lost Survival is my existence, and tonight I wait for weary travellers My hovel is harsh, and yet they come to me for shelter In our hunger we suffered, darkness had taken me My mind is lost I watch them hang One by one, for decades I have sown Years of writhing death And I watch them hang As a last foul breath of life is drawn Years of placid death So I wait with withered hands Lust of death grows stronger through the years Was him that I killed to be here? So I wait with withered hands My lust grows stronger in years of rabid writhing death Life hangs by my hand as they suspend Through the door they descend I savour the terror Flogs rip and tear the flesh My lust grows stronger with every crack Now I am in power My wait is over Son you have left, my harsh discipline and hatred Now I wait for him, I struggle for centuries In our hunger we suffered, darkness had taken me My mind is lost
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Cuartú saoirse sa hanbháis Ag fánaíocht san ólacháin M'intinn ag cúrsach Glaoch ón ngealach Agus cuartú an talamh Glaoch ón uaigh Agus cuartú an talamh An é ón talamh a soláthraíonn sé Agus ólaim a neachtar Glaoch ón uaigh Cuardaím anagarr Is trial é, an fanacht An glaoch ón uaigh Cuartú an talamh Ón talamh a hsoláthraíonn sé Agus ólaim a neachtar Leanaim ar aghaidh ar bhruach na habhann Na driseacha tuibh agus dealgach Ag lámhacán tré'n scrobarnach Ag streacadh mo chreacann Ón talamh a soláthraíonn sé Agus ólaim a neachtar Cuartú saoirse sa hanbháis Ag fánaíocht san ólacháin M'intinn ag cúrsach Agus ólaim mé a neachtar Cloisim glaoch an tsreangán Cuirim ar an stil An tSeachmallach. Póiteach Ólaim mé a neachtar Cloisim glaoch an tsreangán Cuirim ar an stil Éist leis an crá aosta I dtuama an dríodar An áit a thógaim mo stíl Fanaim anseo i mo lusca I mo sheasamh ag gáire as mo mheabhair Éist leis an crá aosta Is físidhe mé ar an talamh seo Tá leathanta imithe Crochfaidh mé ón na rachtaí ------------------------- English Translation: ------------------------- Seeking freedom in violent death Drunken roaming, my mind wanders A call from the moon A seeking of the earth A call from the grave A seeking of the earth From the earth it's fermented And I drink its nectar I seek the corrupted substance It's a trial, this wait The call from the grave A seeking of the earth I continue along the river bank With briars, thick and sharp I crawl through the undergrowth Tearing my flesh From the earth it's fermented And I drink its nectar Seeking freedom in a violent death Drunken roaming, my mind wanders And I drink the grounds nectar I hear the call from the twine I put it on the stil A wanderer, given to poitin I drink the grounds nectar I hear the call from the twine I put it on the stil Listen to the ancient torment In the tomb of the dregs Where I build my stil I'll stay here in my crypt Standing in hysterical laughter Listen to the ancient torment I am a man of knowledge on this earth Days have passed I'll hang from the rafters
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026