Eighteen Visions
EP • 1997
I stare down your blood coated throat glancing back into what was daylight It shines on your dismembered body as vengeance drips from my hand Paint your walls with dead flesh Watch it rot. let it stain A whore to your project, they suffer in shackles of human exploitation Chain of blood see it sleep Rusty knife to apparatus Sweat glazed palms Eyes glisten with fear Bleed these scars you bear and let me piss on your open wounds Slip struggle to your feet Choke on the wretched stench of a whorehouse and let the innocent cry No more excuses now its your time to die
Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 25, 2026
Punish me let me down Punish me i let you down As i come near the end is here Eternal darkness is mine I'm left to suffer This i accept Punish me let me die Punish me i live a lie Steel. lead. concrete. fire Which do i choose for my departure?
Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 25, 2026
Innocence. guilt Look into a cold dark stare My eyes will tear you apart Can't look away Your fate has been decided Blood freezing Body gone numb Unnacepting of pain, but willing to assert it You've given in to my stare Can't take the pain Can't accept the truth Only fifteen hundred miles separate me from witnessing your demise Blood freezing Body gone numb Slit throat Icepick A carving tool Cut yourself and choke on your blood mother fucker Strangled with stone cold hands Your taste of blood is sour Look into my frozen stare one more time as your mutilated body shatters
Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 25, 2026
Peel this flesh from my face ripping you from my mind Pull back the layers of skin Knee deep in piss Crawling in spit I thirst for life I've watched this passion slip through my fingers Prayers of these few parish in the clouds of emotion Feed my depression with ain and excursion Drop the hammer on life Stone this tired soul and caste this body to rot Taste the life Greet this pain with open arms The blood is life and it shall be mine I envy you
Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 25, 2026
Tears fill my eyes Tears of sorrow as I watch the rosewood heal From the hole I just burned Bow down This ugly scar will mend itself again But when will its figure die? Pierced through the heart I watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life I depict eighteen visions for its demise Not even water can bring back two thousand years of life I've watched die Rise to your glory on the third day You are not my Christ Rise Utopia Damned to hell I rest this figure of ideal perfection There will be no funeral for this profane existence Always on the left hand path
Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 25, 2026
Vitiate this worship Piercing my skin with three nails Unworthy fuck Parish under my reign I'm hanging in the church of the wicked Sacrificed...and now i'm god Wading in the void Our grace sleeps from severed veins and salted wounds Only to drip to the sands below where purity and sanctity are meaningless It filters through each vein falling forever into desolation Dance with me one more time Blistered shells of existence lost Rest hand in hand with infantile corpses Paint this portrait red. black sunset A stillborn Miscarriage Graze my skin with your touch Celestial praise You are what is divine Dance with me one last time And now i'm god
Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 25, 2026
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