The Shadow Archetype

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I saw a trace of your weakness, it surfaced through your smile It was relentless, untamed and so divine Down the tomb in the valley, we felt the trench of death We saw some crooked vultures as they dove for flesh On chunks from my disasters They fight for every part Your time is running out I don't need no reason You're condemned to the grave So now your bones starts to shiver, your lips are turning blue Distorted by the panic I forced inside of you Cold steel in your back, blood will be split I am the man that hang you on a sharp meat hook

As we go down into oblivion The express train lane we ride Though we are doomed by its darkness We don't fear the eternal despair Just one last fight to conquer it all Win the war for the truth to come clear Or will you die full of regret Swallowed by the abyss of underneath Asphyxiate our hearts, bypass our core Revive us until we can't take it no more Poison our systems, defile our veins Now kill us until we live it no more So now awake all of you zombie heads Bleed out the filth through your skin And never pledge their allegiance You'll die in their well of despair The myth of a tyrant will speak for itself Modus operandi Myth of a tyrant that never will die Modus operandi now

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Stillborn of sickness your time is here to be It’s time to kill the monster that lurks beneath your sea Illuminated death row, you’re running out of time The puppet master laws shall paint your game Astray this masquerade, it’s black in white It’s not about what paint they use, it’s how they draw the lines And as the fever embrace As it stains your soul That’s when the faceless ghost Will rise above what haunts your world From birth to death eternal slavery The eye of the beholder, number six consists of three Reactivate your vengeance, throw flesh upon their cross And save yourselves from drowning, kiss of death, the bitter loss Now hear the dogs of doom, their hungry cries Those undertakers seem to be untied Transcend your boundaries in silent grace The skulls, the bones, its everlasting maze you’ll feed

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

I spoke with Lucifer, he gave me light I found my inner sight to burn so bright I climb my walls, in my darkened womb Last breaths for air went weak to none Now the coroner walks outside my door I turn into fire Because my soul has started to glow And I feel this desire To let myself go and never be born again Inside my soulless tomb, incarnate mass The curtain fell and ceased my day It stains my skin, it's full of blood Dark fiction lives to be my only friend again As the coroner walks outside my door

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

The utter annihilation, condemnation to its core The heathen skull, the savage lord, sharpened blades his soul devour Submissive to the thought of death, commotion grows again The angel dark, Lucifer, now rules his world and land The sound is like insects in his brain The act of the shadow archetype Deceived from his pack, the lone wolf went insane His eyes of the darkest, went dead and none to say His thoughts, full of reptiles, his dreams were full of snakes Those sliding through the sewer, where the rats are full of plague So rise tall and never down again Die more to live it all again So tall and prominent, his darkest lords Cast aside the truth inside, legions of war Servant son lost his way, blind river in the dark Evil bound, crucifix, let the fire burn

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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I shut down as we entered the conflict zone My fragile borders silently collapsed Evangelists that hang up high in constant rows The underworld has lost its sacred fence They lost their pride and glory under a shaded sun The opposites now known to be the blame They lost their oracle to the lords of sins The pillars of creation were silenced when they set them all afire A new world has risen beyond the red eclipse Its pragmatism illuminate what overlords has built Sucked in to its silent orb, its everlasting blaze We're observing the survival of the sickest Now hail to the mortals The children of stone And death became their truth When bastards rule their throne So dark this side of story and all loaded guns The parasites now known to gained control They killed their oracle with a dirty win The pillars of creation were silenced when they set them all afire

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

From rotten infections The worm consumes our souls With toxin injections Our truth becomes so wicked And on and on it goes Sulphur and blood Mirrors and gods Found them bound inside My friend, serpentine skull As the dose inflicts our faith And its strength resolves our veins The soul of a horned serpent mind We serve the pentagram tonight The weakened resistance The snake reroute our show Our naked reflections Our truth is found in filth Beyond all sane, it burns

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Pledge to the darkest battle of death Now distinct the sirens alarm Bullets and bombers, pale corpses align Stench from the rotten so foul Dirty, sweaty Our frontlines are marching so strong Bloody existence Art of destruction at will Lawless decisions, righteous our visions Erasing the filth from our globe Set all on fire, burn our their womb So violent the cascades of blood Now fearless soldiers walk for the compound 'Cause all we have is all to win We plague the belly of the beast And all we leave is utter death Imperium fall Clash of the tyrants, the strongest of all Rebirth at the death by the sword Sparks from the fire lit up the skies We march through the eye of the storm Ready, aim Lock on the target confirmed Rotten, forgotten Ignition explosion erased

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

So cold empire of lies Full of black watching eyes Valley of the dead On crimson skies we see our sun go Down the sewers of the truth where the joker fake wears his crown Sound was the master of all lies, muted puppet still lived his life Bound to the circle of the fools, he’s insane and so lost in time Slow, the withered shaded son full of deep incisions scared for life Here he dwells in fire Since the dark day sunrise Blind in the city of the deaf, the sheep are not aware of wolves Blood on the altar of the church, blinded zombie through a misled youth Oh, the smell of the sacrificial flesh, last in line he sees no other truth Down on his knees was his last move, he slit open his soul for a lie Now he dwells in fire Since the dark day sunrise

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025