Sea Savage

See my talons I'm a stone cold killer with artist's heart Preserve the balance Lethal styles of clandestine arts Scrolls and drills and heavy chores I can't unlearn the way to kill and I know Forbidden forms I'm back from death and here to raise the score There's a ghost within my sword You didn't have the discipline to take me down Now a year to the day I'm coming back to town Stand up and fight me I'm lethal and deadly Dealing all foes against me A hand in the game of death I'm an infiltrator With savage beatings to the unaware So deadly secret I'll carve my sign but you don't wanna know where Hannya mask Live to kill and fight for the Shogunate Neon sword A blade for hire if you just say the word I'm a fire that burns the world You killed my father now prepare to die I'm your long lost brother with a tiger's eye

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Don't talk to me of blasphemy Blinded by sun on the waves Sinking for hours to bottom of the trench Boarded by Nazis, forced to be slaves The millions of mariners who went in the drink They scream in my mind so I can't hardly think I thought I was a survivor Until I looked into the grog and saw My mad and staring reflection Neptune takes his toll Blood on the tide Over the side Making the sign Vengeance is mine Sea Savage Collecting heads in the southern seas I trampled once on the Bible Unknown creatures attack us by night I drain the blood of the seagull What shall we do with the sunken sailor? Cannibalism awaits all traitors Adrift on a sea of madness - I hail the king of the deep And boarding ships in dead of night - I kill men in their sleep A sailor went to sea To see what he could see But all that he could see Was the Devil in the deep blue sea

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

In the world of supercops sirens rage all day. Peering out behind a wall, magnum on display. Handsome cops and beardy cops, speedboats rule the waves. Objectified ladies dance, businessmen gaze. Cool curvy buildings, along the sandy strip. Jet-skis on the water, shotgun tightly gripped. Supercops can go on bikes and helicopters too. But generally they go in cars driving down the avenue. Abusing perps at the precinct. Coffee thrown at a supercop. Never throw coffee at a supercop. Have this in the guts you criminal scum. There's only one way to go - down, down town! You're dealing with a supercop, didn't you know? The barrel is warm and the coffee is not. These guys are fucking hotshots. Keep an eye out supercops, the milkman has a bomb. A timer made by Maxwell House, a veteran of Vietnam. Making phone calls in a phonebox, justice will be dealt, Have your friends over but don't take off your gun belt. Playing billiards cos' you're a bad guy. Give a signal - you want them dead. Never underestimate a supercop. They're hard as fuck and their guns are so clean. There's only one way to go, down down town! You're dealing with a supercop, didn't you know? Break the law and you might get shot. These guys are fucking hotshots. One is handsome, one is mean. Blazing magnums, a super team. They'll flash the lights of their motorbikes. Through the steam of the shore in the dead of the night. Shooting barrels - it makes an oil slick. Shooting wires - electric shock. One last punch up with a load of whipping boys. Cos that's just what Miami Supercops do. There's only one way to go, down down town! You're dealing with a supercop, didn't you know? Leaning on the desk down at the copshop. These guys are fucking hotshots. Miami! It's time to go. Supercops! I just want you to know. They're not just regular supercops. They're Miami Supercops.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Hey Janelle, fuck you! You're not my real mom and you can't tell me what to do. I will skate and ride and smoke and do all sorts that I deem dope. I don't need you ragging on me. I don't respect authority. Heavy rap and scrambler action is the life for me. Hey Todd, you dick! How come you can smoke fegs in our front room when I get chewed for doing zip? I'm aged around ten, but I'm a man defrauding ATMs. No parental control - get in my face, I'll kick your hole. Yeah maybe I like explicit lyrics! Yeah maybe I like home taping and titty magazines. And sniffing glue and drinking Coors and tossing my hair to one side. What are you gonna do about it, Poindexter? My best made is so rad, ginger attitude is bad. Kyle Reese is my dad. Wolfie, best dog I ever had. And you know that I don't give a fuck. At Afterburner I do not suck. Back off, dipshit, understand Uncle Bob will lift you with one hand. Free style living is the way for me. Riding in a helicopter blasting Public Enemy. Playing all my tapes and coining up the Gallery. About my Mom I have the deepest of deep feels I'm no longer in the canon as of summer '97. They tried to bring me back but the franchise went to heaven. But my radness lives on through the kids who sing this song. When they try to shine you on. You just tell 'em 'She's not my mother, Todd.'

They stand in line in the pouring rain. Armed to the futuristic teeth. Army navy none can save ye. From the chaos they're about to unleash. Pension protection love and affection. Things that they don't need. Leather helmets with laser eyes. That's the kinda shit for me. Evil genius. Metal executioner mask Leather gloved dictator - With a pencil 'tache. His name is Ironblood. Raise your fists up to the sky. Ironblood. Take the oath and swear to die. Baron Ironblood. There's a poison in your veins. Cruel command with an iron hand. Ironblood is his name. We're dedicated to badness. General villainy is our oath. Obedient to his devious plans. Repetitious cunning in a leather trench coat. His plan is kinda no plan. Except to have evil schemes. The downfall of all governments. Or things along that theme. All who come to challenge me must face me eye-to-eye. Any man who duels me, by my iron blade will surely die. We want rustlers, hustlers, cutthroats and murderers. Desperado double-dealing yellow-belly perjurers. Bounty hunters, dimwits, anarchists and satanists. Bushwhacking, robbing, fighting, screaming, stealing Methodists. Mugs, pugs, thugs, vipers, snipers, con-men. Pig-stickers, shit-kickers, cowboys and Indians. Muggers, buggers, scummers, and bums from the slums. Arm them with guns, now let's have some fun.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

All you ladies and gentlemen of blasphemy Let's ride to the mountain hall There's nothing polite in your society Creeping from the shadows for the devil's ball Do as you will is the whole of the vibe The crimes against goodness that pay There'd be naked people pounding pints and pissing in the streets Of the Vatican if we had our way RIDE A PALE HORSE SMOKE THE SCROLL DRINK YOURSELF TO DEATH AND BACK AGAIN LORDS OF THE HELLFIRE CLUB Gospel of the naked arse Servants live in fear of my desire Phallic symbols on the walls Puking up your guts into the font of the cathedral Brothers of the secret law We don't give a fig at all We leave the rectory in such a mess Needle in a bishop's eye Harpsichord in overdrive Knighted by a goat wearing a dress

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The lady of the tiger Which door will you choose? One path means corruption Or destruction red in tooth She crossed the wire at midnight To seek new animal thrills In the jungle there is just one law It's the beast within that kills The prowler growls your name and stalks the alleys of this hell A feral instinct knows it all too well You can't escape the laser claw that pierces through the veil A secret you won't live to tell Tiger! Tiger! She kills and kills again Rider! Rider! A twist with a sting in the tail Fire! Fire! Like a million gun salute Tiger! Tiger! Turn and face the high explosive truth Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catch the Devil by his toe Then dance with death to the final breath In the fight to seize control Armed and ready, prowling steady Shining plates of steel Transformation into overdrive Going underneath her wheels A steaming urban jungle where his victims dress in black Green eyes that paint target on your back If you're walking home alone beware the beast between the cracks Crouching to prepare for the attack Eyes of fearful symmetry Survey the year of the beast Call it sport of murder But watch your back at least You children of tomorrow Leave the city ruins be Something's waiting there that never sleeps With deadly fangs of steel History forgotten What swept the world aside? Here be tigers, tigers burning bright

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Foolish foodie picnic in the castle ruins high. Spilling Shloer so carelessly around. The warning signs have faded and the people of the town. Forgot the terror looking underground. Fancy Dan the basket man, filling up on pie. Spilled a Blue Nun deep into the pit. Soon the bones assembled there will star to join and knit. A lordly monster rising from the crypt. Back from the grave. There's no escape Vengeance that comes for us all Stalking the night. Laughing behind. Steel Teeth in a Rusty Jaw. Risen again. Feasting on men. Resort to a primitive law. Head on a spike. Ready to strike. Steel Teeth in a Rusty Jaw. His fancy clothes are bogging and his sharp face is all rusty. They killed him and it made him quite annoyed. He's a rakish auld boldie, his brain jam is mouldy. Upon a time he fed on oiks. But times they're a changing and thirsting for brains. Isn't de rigueur in modern days Aggressive rabble drive him back to his castle. Throwing half-full cans at his head. Remember the time when he drank all the wine. But the wine was blood and guts and human balls. But the story is true, the locals recall. How they split his skull and shat him up the walls. Burnt and shot and kicked and hung, and spat at in the face. And called a cruel name to top it off. He's a symbol of redundant aristocracy. Who somehow keeps returning in our songs.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

I dare you to enter my palace of woe Scarce was a man born who can stand the evil it holds You scorn at the danger as yousign the writ Now misshapen mutants are laughing as they throw the switch Screamatorium Circus of all decay Making a beast of men Power! Power! Right between your eyes Cometh the hour Too late you realise You're blowing the system Ready to ride or die No turning back now Start the monsterizer Raising the curtain, a carnival scene Of canal contortion, creations cry out so obscene The townspeople gather to point and to laught But why can't they hear you as you beg behind your false mask? Phantasmagoria Nightmares on display You're a star of the freak parade Breaking the chains with hysterical might Raging and setting the curtains alight Your face is distorted by chemical showers Your mind is perverted and filled with the urge for power

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

It's the old black magic For a world gone tragic You won't hear it in sunday school The fire keeps burning And the spit keeps turning On the martyr and the pious fool Giving all you got Evil never stops Keep your eyes on the crucifix On the starting line Waiting for the sign It's a race to the bottom of the pit On your marks you cultish people Get set on the world of evil Don't live a life of misery We're going for the throat Racing for all eternity Get ready, steady It doesn't mean a thing to me I'm ready to swear the oath Demons behind the driving wheel Get Ready, Steady, Goat All the bigtime hitters All the bad skull splitters All the kings and the pioneers There were some real tough cookies Might have been rough-lookin' Didn't last ten minutes down here Engine full of blood Screaming in the hood I'm ready for outer wastes Rider all in black Banshee in the back And a goat with a ghostly face It's a bet you're making And a risk worth taking Engine number six six six It's a tale from a scroll And an offer of your soul On the banks of the River Styx Streaking through the fire Tearing through the wire Demon filling up your cup Firing all the guns Kissing all the nuns The goat gives a double thumbs-up

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Fully armed against the power of the dark I am the spark among the night that lights the way From the day when mortals walk into the night Where evil stalks and balks at any mortal man Summoned to the sight of apparition By the glowing neon light I set my traps Don't break the seal You and I Don't queer the deal You may die Don't cross the streams Eye to eye Step inside The Electric Pentacle Fire and bullets waiting in my arsenal I'm armed to the teeth with occultic power Any hour of the night I face attack From the black and shifting force beyond our ken Ready with the rite of invocation Any power of the dark I'm set to burn

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Self-pollution the game I play Fight all night and a rampage every day I'm a night fighter striking from a hidden rebel base Barely holding back the skull I keep behind my face You can't make me live the lie Cool and collected in a suit and tie Beneath the newsprint, the true headline Naked ragers with their hammers high We don't come here to be nice We want an aneurysm every Friday night War! War! Wage the war! Smash and grab what you desire Out of your mind, into the fire We're going haywire Preposterous and of unsound mind I laugh out loud at the words I have underlined Scawling manifestos just for you dear friend A grim prediction of the rotten end You can watch me do ghost hands Extend my eyebrows from the tip to the end In my sandwich board I point to the sky My premonition that the end is nigh Try to be good but what's the use Everybody wants a good excuse Play their game and still you fail Running hot and off the rails

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025