Necrocracy

Place these coins upon your eyes The final payment in your necrotic tithe And so the gleam that rendered you blind Affords the last entertainment you'll ever buy Filthy lucre's gleam - leaves you excoriated at the seams The rented corpse you've been, now teems, a necrovore's unburied dream Coin of the realm misspent - another grey life, came and went Sundered and rent, your carcass spent upon the wheel unbent Coins - upon the eyes You paid to live, now pay to die A lifetime bled out by degrees Haemorrhaging figuratively Now as you pay the final fee It comes to pass quite literally Evil's root unquenched - from your cold dead hands your legacy wrenched Into the trench to stench along the other dead blood-drenched Mortgaged life past due - just as you knew you'd one day rue The contract in blood they drew, you signed and what ensued is that they ran you through Coins - upon the eyes You paid to live, now pay to die Now pay to die DIE! (x4) Die - even as you think you live Die - with all you have to give Die - lifesblood drained as through a sieve Die - with all your regrets to forgive - never forgive Lead - Matt Lead - Bud This tenebrous tariff will cost you dear In sweat and blood, but please no tears Clinking coppers fall upon dead ears Overdrawn and overtaxed for years Coffin nails are never still - ever more plots we've yet to fill Another deposit in the till, gravehills, rising grim and still Some say that death is dead - it's all undertaking, too much overhead But in sooth I'm in the red, in my deathbed I repose overfed Coins - upon the eyes You paid to live, now pay to die

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

An endless funeral procession marches on Numbed and grey as they delay their slow decay into the ground Nameless tombs amid the gloom, await like shadowed, grim cocoons They are the dead and this dirge is their swansong Those of the unlife infest the carcass of the world Bloodless eyes look to the sky as their flag is unfurled Marionettes dance out their days pulled by razor-wire strings Inching nearer to their graves with every requiem they sing Dust to destiny they inherit a dying world undone An oblong box to mold them, in the shape of deaths to come Upon battered, shredded heartstrings, their threnody strummed Lives without meaning form the shape of deaths to come The shape of deaths to come Dead words fall on dead ears to fill dead time As into their gilded coffins, they eagerly climb To die out their last days, in a wasteful, putrid haze And so en masse, at last they deteriorate into decline Those of the unlife ingest the carcass of the world Slobbering lips are licked as their banner is unfurled Puppeteers slash a danse macabre with their razor-wire strings Dragging us deeper into the grave with every requiem - we sing Dust to destiny they inherit a dying world undone An oblong box to mold them, in the shape of deaths to come Upon battered, shredded heartstrings, their threnody strummed Lives without meaning form the shape of deaths to come The shape of deaths to come Lead - Matt Lead - Bud Those of the unlife disgorge the carcass of the world Onto platters of splatter as our napkins are unfurled Led to feast on our undoing as a marionette upon its strings As we succumb to derangement this requiem we sing

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

A moribund procession, rots its way through the streets Eagerly slavering for the essence they'll secrete Smearing the walls of the world, with mephitic putrescence They drag all within it, to their state of excrescence Necrocracy One nation buried under the debt Necrocracy One nation rotting under the dead Necrocracy A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall Necrocracy With gibbeting and pustules for all Under blighted skies, a foul banner is raised As the feast now begins, for all that decays The reek of the slaughter, mars the smog-stricken skies And the heady thrill of the kill, bloodstains dead livid eyes Necrocracy One nation rabid under the sword Necrocracy One nation ravenous and engorged Necrocracy A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall Necrocracy With gibbeting and pustules for all A morbid chorus cries out, "unlife is now birth" And proclaims its dominion, over all the earth Lead - Bud A mordant chorus descants "only the dead truly live" A decrepit decree that we must never forgive Lead - Matt Necrocracy One nation gorged to their grue-glutted fill Necrocracy One nation wallows in a cesspool of swill Necrocracy A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall Necrocracy With gibbeting and pustules for all

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

The things you see and believe The reflection displays quite differently Dysmorphic impressions held tenaciously Open your eyes, behold reality If you can bear the disappointment When you see what you truly are If you can choke back the repulsion At all of your pustules, buboes, and scars Dysmorphic - vision of self and state Honor and compassion, avarice and hate Dysmorphic - reflection forever barred Can't accept what we truly are - dysmorphic Sickened, you infect all that has occurred With twisted truths and honeyed words The soothing deceptions you've always heard As you shamble along immured in the absurd Twisted self-image cultivated Self-gratifying death mask to hide behind Dysmorphic animus to turn your eyes from The rotting truth you would find Dysmorphic - vision of self and state Honor and compassion, avarice and hate Dysmorphic - reflection forever barred Can't believe how disgusting we truly are Dysmorphic - vision, from many one The truth undone before we begun Dysmorphic - spawned from slaughter and war Can't accept ourselves as we truly are - dysmorphic Dysmorphic - eyes that cannot, will not see Dysmorphic - distasteful truths exhumed from your mind's cemetery Lead - Matt Lead - Bud So scrub the blood from your conscience With a steady stream of comforting lies Prey-like sheep as you stand ankle-deep In a river of corpses left behind Dysmorphic - vision of self and state Honor and compassion, avarice and hate Dysmorphic - reflection forever barred Can't believe how disgusting we truly are Dysmorphic - vision, from many one The truth undone before we begun Dysmorphic - spawned from slaughter and war Can't accept ourselves as we truly are - dysmorphic

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

The first ripening pustule - reared its black head today A mephitic harbinger - of inexorable decay Carbuncles and buboes - weeping welts to ensue Blood bears infection - as it courses through In sickness as in health - sickened by the sight Of myself in the mirror - cowering from the light Sickened in heart and mind - bowed beneath this blight Flesh suppurates - blood drains to white Once infected death's grip seizes through my veins Blackening sores erupt, fever boils through my brains A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red Sickened unto the grave As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead Sickened unto the grave Sickened - unto the grave My family and neighbors - come shun my face For fear of infection - I'll be left to my fate Writhing in dejection - in an abhorrent state My blood drains to white - sickened unto the grave The pustules rupture - a foul, fetid spew Swollen piles leaking - infectious, discolored grue My shocking reflection - I no longer recognize As I succumb to decay - before my festered eyes The only solace I find is that as the contagion spreads I'll be joined by you all amongst the numberless dead A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red Sickened unto the grave As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead Sickened unto the grave Sickened - unto the grave Life looms somewhere forgotten in a feverish haze As my extremities contort beneath my gore-grizzled gaze Waking hours turned to nightmare as my senses decay And my blood drains to white, sickened unto the grave There's a ripening reek that emanates from my crotch And I dare not speak the horrid shade of the blotch That marks my face as one soon to be at death's door As I now become totally rotten to the gore - totally rotten to the gore Lead - Bud Lead - Matt Lead - Bud As my bowels liquefy and my skin sloughs away Sickened unto the grave I welcome the cold comfort of death's black embrace Sickened unto the grave Sickened - unto the grave Lead - Matt

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Terminal condition, rampant infection spread too far - leaving many scars Cadaverous contagion, to necrotize, slash, and mar - blood now black as tar Repugnant epidemic, deadened hearts beat as one - keeping time with death's drum The rotting now systemic, the end at last must come - now the grue starts to run A global funeral, a worldwide wake Lay it all to rest, for the worms to take Experiment that failed, we now must help it die And let our death knell now decry: Sic transit gloria mortem So passes the glory of death Sic transit gloria mortem So long unrecognized, dying once disguised as life - on the edge of a knife But lift the putrid veil, beyond the pale and see the light - existence wrought with strife A shattered hope undone, the dead were taught they'd none to serve - a brutal lesson unlearned They then enthroned, 'pon their own bones the masters that they deserved - for a gravesite reserved A global funeral, a worldwide wake Lay it all to rest, for the worms to take Experiment that failed, we now must help it die And let our death knell now decry: Sic transit gloria mortem So passes the glory of death Sic transit gloria mortem So passes the glory - of death... For the glory of death - so many caskets were nailed For the glory of death - so many bloody banners were hailed For the glory of death - so many putrefying years For the glory of death - we present an anthem to fall on dead ears Lead - Bud Sign the death certificate, tag the toe, close the box - and let it rot Place this vile grotesquery in the vault and turn the lock - and pray it's forgot Misshapen and horrendous, filthy, diseased, and impure - a necrotopia obscure Better off reduced to ash thus its extinction assured - but bury it deep, to be sure A global funeral, a worldwide wake Lay it all to rest, for the worms to take Experiment that failed, we now must help it die And let our death knell now decry: Sic transit gloria mortem So passes the glory of death Sic transit gloria mortem So passes the glory - of death...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Gorging - the glut of grue consumed, vigorously Swollen, distended appetites - deformed prosperity Ingesting - the inhumed inhumane, indiscriminately The all-consuming, never stopping - virulent voracity And as you toil, they reap the despoiled A ravening Voracious hungering Consuming, slavering, a ravening, so sickening Ever feeding - ravening Swallowing - your self subsumed, insidiously Your life, your death, your thoughts entombed - so callously Regurgitating - repugnant retch repeated, endlessly A malignant mantra metastasized - takes hold internally And as you build, their graveyards you'll fill A ravening Voracious hungering Consuming, slavering, a ravening, so sickening Ever feeding - ravening Lead - Bud Lead - Matt Slaking - they sup salivating, salaciously Bottomless hunger never sated - consume gratuitously Accumulating - avariciously accruing, acrimoniously Coffers and coffins overflow - in horrific harmony And as you slave, you save your masters the task of digging your grave A ravening Voracious hungering Consuming, slavering, a ravening, so sickening Ever feeding - ravening

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

All who walk 'mongst the graves through the murk and the gloom You that crawl to the depths of the filth in the tomb So obsessed with the fruits of the autopsy room Heed this carrion call, join with the exhumed A voice descanting dirges Upon dead ears these requiems fall The cacophony of our vilest urges Indulge them one, indulge them all Come six feet deep to our level And heed this carrion call Join this repugnant revel Heed the carrion call Those who shudder at filth but can't turn away Deaf to love songs that but cloy and betray When life is a tomb you can do naught but decay Heed this carrion call to snatch your carcass away A voice descanting dirges Upon dead ears these requiems fall The cacophony of our vilest urges Indulge them one, indulge them all Come six feet deep to our level And heed this carrion call Join this repugnant revel Heed the carrion call The carrion call - ringing out long and clear, foul and loud The carrion call - an intoxicating reek spreads like a noxious cloud The carrion call - a blast of fetid, stinking, putrid air The carrion call - you reek to high heaven, but you no longer care Lead - Bud Join with the dead, hold high your severed head From our graves to the streets we're inexorably led Stink through the night as we paint the town red Awash in the ichor we've all willingly bled A voice descanting dirges Upon dead ears these requiems fall The cacophony of our vilest urges Indulge them one, indulge them all Come six feet deep to our level And heed this carrion call Join this repugnant revel Heed the carrion call

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Deep within the grave Where the cadaver lies decayed - there lurks the rotting Within every fetid corpse This process festers on its course - to speed the rotting Its ubiquity cannot be denied - a gruesome trade, sempiternally plied From the waste in which we wallow To the flesh we gluttonously swallow - we consume the rotting In rubbish bins of medical waste Awaits the horrendous, wretched taste - of the rotting That first whiff sure to nauseate - and its rancid fruit we regurgitate The rotting's coming The end it brings The rotting is the destiny of all that's breathing The rotting's strumming On your heartstrings The rotting's coming - 'til you're the corpse that we're bereaving In the slither of the grubs The maggots writhing in their chum - there feed the rotting In suppurating stools That dribble ichor into pools - there reeks the rotting The grue that binds us together - is everyone devouring one another The rotting's coming The end it brings The rotting is the destiny of all that's breathing The rotting's strumming On your heartstrings The rotting's coming - 'til you're the corpse that we're bereaving The rotting Lead - Matt Lead - Bud The humble and the great All consumed by the same fate - become the rotting In its blackening embrace All is eventually erased - by the rotting The putrid waste upon which we've built our lives - as we decay, maggots and weevils thrive The rotting's coming It was here all along The rotting is an acrid, stinking, putrid savor The rotting's strumming Its discordant song The rotting's thrumming A defective dirge to scourge your neighbors The rotting

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

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