Ageless Violence
It’s there if you dare close your eyes Seething beneath a scavenger sky Teeming with vultures and ravenous flies That harvest grim bounties from the unctuous tides Plasma congealing on obscene coasts of bone The crust-crested fruit of infinite spleens Sprays pus in putrid green, a mockery of fresh foam What you have witnessed cannot be unseen Behold: the ocean of scabs You can’t forget The sickly sluicing of cicatrix waves Horizons bemired in overripe gleam Its carpеt of roaches, all hissing in pain The fate of all scars, thеir last reckoning Far from that unutterable shore Where the rinds of restoration plunge to new depths In ooze-choked fathoms compressed by dried gore Where trapped clumps of hair take the texture of pitch This sub-sanguine cistern Hides vile creatures no sane god would admit Blind gristle engines fester Carving blistered black paths through the abyss They gorge in nightmare orgies Dread lords of their purgatory Your feeble mind screams as that crimson surge moans Fresh in memory, or was it merely a dream? Its stench real enough to kill, dead as a stone What you have beheld will never let you be Behold: the ocean of scabs
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Abandon hope, child; you are condemned Embrace your fate; you face a desiccated end In our employer’s embrace That ancient wight with a smooth and ageless face Who preys on the pubescent to prolong his putrid life A Croesan fortune facilitates his Nosferatan appetites His mercenary legions reave the countryside For the fruit of fresh wombs, for the youthful and bright-eyed Within your veins, his revivifying wine On your fresh-spilled steaming claret he will dine No black magic; science sustains our lord You are chattel to him, a bauble in his hoard You reside in the clutches of the exsanguinator Here in his austral fortress, you await his vampiric lust He will open your throat, and drink deep of your rust Your privilege, lamb, is to nourish this owner of billions He who prises vitality from the sanguine elixir of children Oh, grieve for your body So nubile and sweet He drains you of your fluids and heat No matter how you struggle or bleat He will consume you You will sustain him
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
The foul hearts of the faithful swell with His light They spread the word of their Lord, whose repugnant Book is rife With noxious teachings born of vexation in His love life These feckless cretins bow to their incel Christ Never so pious and pure Merely a sermonizer, and thus abhorred Even sweet Magdalene, the legendary whore Rejected all His carnal implores So loathsome sanctimony grеw in His guts Hatred for all femininity, at His lack of a lover’s touch And so Hе gave His doctrine with cruel foresight Bound up His vengeance in the Gospel of the incel Christ Rape, abuse, and domination Pillars of this sad patriarch’s religion Preaching servitude and debasement For the sex that refused to kneel before Him Millennia have passed since the dust reclaimed His bones But now His minions in the halls of power roam And every woman born suffers His immortal blight Eve’s daughters bear the cross of the incel Christ
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
The crunch of powdered bone The squelch of pulped meat The gasps of the pulverized Tantalize in your guilty dreams The lusts of a primitive mind Suppressed, subjected to shame But no honest man can deny Inside, an animal awaits Cruelty and atavism Ancestral barbarism The joy of the oldest sin Your foe falls, his face bashed in The stone hammer swings From the first days of history Through the mask of civility Violent and true Within you The stone hammer swings With cold-blooded blows Crush their fucking skulls Primal tool of the dominator Senescent obliterator Victimizing seed of murder From which all law grew Not a thousand generations Of enervating moderation Could erase the last remains Of what the troglodytes knew The crunch of powdered bone The squelch of pulped meat The gasps of the pulverized Satisfy in your memories The stone hammer swings
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Cold-eyed false god hidden in the sky Enthroned by the machinations of wicked men Without pity or remorse, I Smite the defiant with a fell hand In the service of the faraway masters Unleashing munitions, reducing to giblets Those unfortunate souls that my sensors discern In the distances below I spare no life: man, woman, or child The heavens shall disgorge their hellfire Murder indiscriminate The bеreaved, in impotent tеars Shake their fists at the firmament Slain by the digital reaper Digital reaper, icy dispenser of savagery Patient point of the imperial spear The reaper takes no pleasure in butchery I await, bladelike, austere Thrall-minded devastator, civilian depopulator I inflict callous judgment With perfect efficiency, perfect impunity I render them disincarnate No justice, just a blast radius Not for me to make reply Not for me to reason why ‘Tis for me to do And for them to die
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Thus ever to weakness Thus ever to waste The blast chamber lusts for rot and abscess Welcomes the purulence-graced With ravenous heat, the furnace will bless Our bodies, so debased Robert slaved daily down at the shop ‘Til the twisting lathe ripped his hand clean off His surgeons labored for tireless hours Seeking reunion for that which he’d maimed But Bob’s jagged wound had by then long soured And his claw was cast into the flamеs Purposeless, he took thе path of the coward Swung from a rope to escape his shame Eliza’s thigh was colonized by A stowaway sister Sans name, brain, and stare; Just meat, teeth, and hair No mourning at that kid’s ablation Just an onsite cremation But when she saw sis carbonized Eliza realized that she’d miss her Thus ever to weakness Thus ever to waste With clinical calm, appraise the flesh Sunder the sick and disgraced Reduce it to ash that spews from the stack Purge it all without a trace Ernest had survived the burns, but he was in grim shape His whole dermis had melted into slick, translucent paste That oozed daily through his wounds’ dressings For months, while he lay convalescing And when at last they unwound the bandages His wet new skin peeled off with them An ironic twist that failed to impress The poor nurses tasked with torching that mess And they said: Thus ever to weakness Thus ever to waste
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Awaken, lashed to cold polished steel And naked, immobile, defenseless, peeled Open like carrion, forsaken as you take in your ordeal They promised it would be painless: A simple procedure performed upon you while you sleep Excising all of the malignant pieces of your meat Numbed by a narcotic concoction that would place you deep Under the thumb of the sandman while they make you bleed But in your mind, you writhe Agonizingly aware Of the workings of cauterized knives Beneath the surgeons’ razor stares Their assurances were lies Now you’re bugging out your eyes While your organs are dissevered Every nerve alight with pain The horrid prison of your brain Binds you tight as they spare no sadistic measure And you see, you see Your vivisection Cannot scream, cannot cry, cannot plead As they ransack your midsection There’s no way you’re ever healing These excruciating feelings Will haunt you to your extinction Every moment feels like hours As you suffer, stripped of power And their gloved hands are showered in your crimson You are forced to witness As you are eviscerated As they reach for blades serrated As your guts are extirpated As their morbid curiosities are sated Your tissues perforated, your psyche mutilated You are forced to witness
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026