Death Never Sleeps
A modest proposal Bury blades in the throats of all dotards, the olds who Would plunder the future in their waning years The time has arrived Wrest tomorrow from fossils who'd deny Us a future post-diluvian A horizon without fear Entrenched they are in the halls of state It's us or them, the hour grows late This dismal work our duty, their earned fate Slaughter Slaughter the gerontocrats Slaughter Slaughter the gerontocrats Slaughter Slaughter the gerontocrats Slaughter Slaughter the gerontocrats Rip their ancient guts out Our hordes descending on the Hamptons and Florida We hunt them down at the golf courses and country clubs Their serfs desert them in their palaces of selfishness But for the righteous few who wait to bear revanchist witness Savoring the sight of generational vengeance Against these relics who would slay their progeny for profit They die with ease beneath our knives Mottled skin, palsied limbs Guilt and fear in their eyes Slaughter Slaughter the gerontocrats Slaughter Slaughter the gerontocrats Kill them all They think themselves immortal We shall deliver a rude surprise Crack them open, pilfer their viscera From a withered skull, pry forth an eye To keep as a prize Out with the old, in with the new Those liches run the show They're gonna kill you Unless you too would join the shades that haunt their grisly pasts You have no choice, you must slaughter the gerontocrats
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
There’s value trapped in that there meat And we’ve got the expertise to set it free Saws, scalpels, and solvents: The tools of our trade Slurry pools on the killing floor When the bell butchers our working day Compressed through mesh and cunning sieves Cleansed of fragmented bones and teeth Stripmined flesh All that’s left Stripmined flesh Raw death extruded The hum of the centrifuge Brings a new gruesome phase Split lipids; pull proteins; Pour plasmas and sinewy pastes Every denuded ooze behooves a use In food or function, our goos and unctions Shall enrich us, while pound-priced pus services you Stripmined flesh Packaged-pressed Stripmined flesh Mandatorily consumed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Psychic rot In this graveyard of ruined desires We die not We legion composted, we linger in the mire Fetid juice, our sanguinary brew Shards of plastic, renewed And used as bones Our lewd flesh, refuse from your home You cast us out In heaps they plowed us To fill this land This harbor for garbage scows You dare trespass Where heaps of blight And broken glass Witnessed our vengeful vow You should never have come You should never have come You should never have come To these grounds You forgot Your lust for us burned like a fire We were bought Then abandoned to suffering dire You shall know the sting of rejection The wind and the cold You shall feel slow decomposition Beneath these hills Join us Freshkills poltergeist Join us Join us Freshkills poltergeist Join us
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
At last we descended en masse Unto the realms of the Christians But their churches were bare And the flies choked their lairs And no flock hid there, fearing our vengeance Just silence, silence Silence but for the winds Silence, silence Silence but for the sulphrous winds Their coastline laid fallow With their swine buriеd shallow In the fields that with petrol wеre drenched And their reservoirs reek But their women shan't weep For they too now lay felled by the derricks In silence, silence Silence but for the winds Silence, silence Silence but for the sulphrous winds Howling through Christendom Howling through Christendom The angel of death hath blessed Those foolish sheep In their hypocrite lust They took too much They delved too deep From the wounds they rent in the earth Vile miasmas leak Like the breath of the Dark One Their dominion now a befouled heath On themselves they brought ruin Our Lord could never hope to wreak
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
We see you, o false Prophet We, the sons of perdition From darkness we watch your lascivious predations The way the innocent suffer When you suffer the little children Your pieties so vile Your holy hands upon them Behold your vestments, Father avaricious Heed the stolen gold bestowed upon your raiments Your worldly grasping and lust Your flock so finely deluded You wring the sweat from their brows And pass upon them your judgments Their glory unto you Unto them, the heel of your boot Yеa, though we be joyously fallen Wе are more righteous than you Your Lord would sanctify us Before you, if your Lord were true Unto you, He would become A mighty, fell destroyer And his justice would scourge you to dust In His wings’ fearful shadow
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
In the end The devouring dust Resolved the world's problems Precisely designed To dismantle all creation Demon of simplicity In the end The devouring dust Obeyed its instructions Beast and man Reduced to elements And scattered to the wind Before our very eyes The world was unmade Supple flesh and hardened artifice Dissolved alike to paste Within those minute swarms burn simple minds Their rote devotion, a coded mandate To give no quarter, to transcend all lines And their own forms to ever recreate To ever recreate Those reckless worms Sworn to serve The lords of this earth Loosed this consuming host And yet they erased What they cherished most The difference between Pauper and king As ash, all the same Featureless and grey
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Hails, gentlemen I bear the board's congratulations We've shipped the product Despite our resource limitations Our end users Typically retain their limbs And what's a little carnage at the margins? We've run the stats Summed up the costs Those product liability torts Fall within our modeled dead weight loss We'll signal commitment To reducing the death rate PR is on the regulators And legal's gonna require waivers Some major shareholders On the horn with our comptroller To discuss a five-year vision With allowances for crimson To spill by percentage If the deal and the flesh are struck A conscience is a disadvantage If you're in the biz to make a buck All our projections look rosy And not just because of the blood When the C-suite performs the IPO ritual The green shall rush in like a flood Rise, rise O market cap Rise, rise O market cap Rise, rise O market cap Rise, rise O market cap Render our accounts tumescent With your sickly sweet liquidity, bless us And when I'm asleep on thousand-thread sheets The maimed will assail me in my dreams I'll laugh in their faces pale And doze on still deaf to their wails For success can assuage any mortal moral pain My rest, the repose of the just But for more I still lust
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
No rest for the putrid No escape from this mortal coil Still in death You shall serve my derangement Without breath Your husk will forever toil A coward might have asked whether he should I brought you back to life simply because I could Witness your necrobotic enslavement Dead and indentured to my will Witness your necrobotic enslavement My fell elixir floods your veins and arteries Your rigor mortis yields to a dance obscene Witness your necrobotic enslavement Dead and indentured to my will Witness your necrobotic enslavement Reeking thrall, my command you shall fulfill Truly we learned men Can achieve such wondrous things Science's defiling hand Probes the sleep of the deceased Blithely I imbue more obscene strength Into gangrenous green Tissues, while ichors issue from rifts in you O flesh machine
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
The dread haunts your cowardly soul, you know No mortal is spared the terminal sorrow Devoured, dissolved or rotting in a hole Your flesh shall surrender the carbon it borrowed Pinioned in the night Your sweat stains the sheets You dare not close your eyes 'Cause death never sleeps Its shadow embattles your bones, you've grown To quake at the wakes and the funerals Your blood seeks escape from your veins, the pain Has turned your face gaunt, drawn and hollow Pinioned in thе night Your sweat stains the sheets You dare not closе your eyes 'Cause death never sleeps By day you've got nothing to say Too pallid and listless to speak Doom lurks just behind the horizon The gloaming knows your gut is weak The moon is a tomb and a voyeur Its gibbous sockets spark with mockery You hear the tread of the destroyer In each of your dwindling heartbeats What Gaia has sown The dark blade shall reap You measure each moment alive And for the light strive But no man is stone And death never sleeps Death never sleeps
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026