A Crawling Feast of Decay
A crawling feast of decay Traversing through the hollow coffin The insects start to march To the land of milk and honey Festering damnation Head drenched and stuck Facing the blistering sun Body become the habitat A crawling feast of decay The creeping start Come vermin death corruption The body ripe for internal consumption The creeping start to the violent end of days Slow degradation of body and mind Tied down and lucid Alone in the marsh The boat that now carries you will be your infested tomb What will remain, a crawling feast of decay Feast of decay Force-fed and tortured hard Splayed out among the hanging trees No choice but to welcome the horrors so vile Slow degradation of body and mind Tied down and lucid Alone in the marsh The boat that now carries you will be your infested tomb What will remain, a crawling feast of decay What is now a bloated vessel To the fiends and the swarm No choice but to welcome the deathly invading force No choice but to welcome the violent end of days Slow degradation of body and mind Tied down and lucid Alone in the marsh The boat that now carries you will be your infested tomb What will remain, a crawling feast of decay
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
A vicious smell of rotting death Embrace us now from endless time Through the crypts of sunless doom Infested with the vermin of life Our eternal curse of deathless flesh Conjure the legions of loss Enthralled by resistant bones Of the innocent before their end See the coming of the ceaseless wave Cast from our tombs, we follow the current Current of blood This surge of evil Dragging us down So drench the mortuary In a vortex of blood Tidal wave of wicked filth To the undead eyes agaze Rapture comes to those who wait In the darkness of the evil grave Our eternal curse of deathless flesh Conjure the legions of loss This surge of evil Dragging us down So drench the mortuary In a vortex of blood This surge of evil Dragging us down We drench the mortuary In a vortex In a vortex of blood
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Inhale the fire, become the flame You are through ashes reborn Inhale the wind, become the storm You are the oracle of the wishful dead Nekromanteion Heavy breathing in the long blood shadows Along the banks of the river deep Hunted and veiled, chained to the past By visions of imaginary hope Will we see the torrents of blood or traverse the river of woe Greetеd by the lord of the underworld Across thе waters of lamentation River Acheron Nekromanteion River Acheron must flow Inhale the fire, become the flame You are through ashes reborn Inhale the wind, become the storm You are the oracle of the wishful dead To the oblivious who stand by the remains Of all the dying left behind The keen gaze that stare into your soul Hollow furnaces of fire Feel the ire of the brimstone heart That burns the will and breaks the mind Our phosphorous rage will haunt us All the way across River Acheron River Acheron Bring coins for Charon River Acheron will flow Inhale the fire, become the flame You are through ashes reborn Inhale the wind, become the storm You are the oracle of the wishful dead
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Feet above the ground A life hangs in the balance Strike at the heart of man A violent stillness Deathly cold embrace A thousand evils on the hinged arms of death Forged in the bowels of Hell Go for the jugular, go for the kill Tighten the grip Stare into the eyes of fear Tighten the grip Fixed by the pain of serrated jaws Vindictive One gripping hand Born out of steel and malice Go for the jugular, go for the kill Tighten thе grip Stare into the eyеs of fear Tighten the grip Fixed by the pain of serrated jaws Firm unholy force Levers take their hold around you Dragged now from the laws of life Unbearable end in sight So cold to the touch Sanity rebels forever And madness reigns To the force of the one who tightens the grip Go for the jugular, go for the kill Tighten the grip Stare into the eyes of fear Tighten the grip Fixed by the pain of serrated jaws Tighten the grip Stare into those eyes Tighten the grip Fixed by the pain of serrated jaws
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026