Sempiternal Death Grind

Caught in a B-movie vortex There’s a zombie on my TV screen A cold glass of beer in my hands Is it real or a dream? My mind doesn’t work properly Hallucinations in my brain My body’s starting to rot but I don’t feel any pain There’s a monster in my basement Just crazy for human flesh He’s polite and a little bit shy He’s almost human almost dead I know there’s another guest at home But I couldn’t find him yet He was wallep alive Because he tried to open the Gates of Hell A date with Fulci Every day Horror prevails The moon is bright I have a date tonight Cadavers and monsters rule my universe Echoes of terror pain that feels good Storms of horror B-movie devourer Condemned to live in my world of darkness My roommate is a sex offender He loves bitches, whores and strippers My roommate quacks like a duck on the phone My roommate is The New York Ripper Our friends are a bunch or hungry zombies They will eat you without no pity We live in the House by the cemetery We live in Dunwich city

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

They raped the rotten soil Where I was buried They took my putrid body They put it in their laboratory Desecrated – Reanimated A cold fluid fills my veins And make my body burns I can’t control myself My mind has been zombified Chained to my master’s will Condemned to live forever Evil enchantment keeps me alive Alive without no life

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Strange world of viscera and diseases Infected dimension of decay and rot Pustular cysts and tumorous organs Drowned in a sea of bubbling pus S.O.S. The morbid sound corrodes my ears I exhume the vinyl to consume it again I don’t know how to explain I’m sickly obsessed Slash dementia destroyed my brain I dissected this recording for 20 years With surgical precission and forensic patience Song by song consumed in gore Now my cerebrum is pulped with cranial collapse A bloody mess Rancid stench Rotting flesh Crepitating bowel erosion, Ruptured in purulence Embryonic necropsy and devourment, Swarming vulgar mass Cadaveric incubator, Slash dementia, Reek of putrefaction, Empathological necroticism, Abdominal emanation, Exhume to consume

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Tonight there’s a funny smell in the dining room Our guests give off a strange perfume Zombified gourmets hungry for flesh The table is laid and the food is ready to be served Delicacy made of human lung Eyes sauce and crispy tongue Coated in butter and wine yeast Deadlicious feast No one can resist the specialty of the house First quality food for discerning palates Deadlicious feast fit for our friends Undead gourmets from beyond the grave

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

They are the plague Servants of death They are the plague They are the death Spectral breed Devourers of souls Messiahs of death Hideous ghouls Ravenous cancer Consuming the world Cursed beings Apocalyptic war Blood moon In a blackened sky Countdown to life End of mankind Ravenous cancer Consuming the world Cursed beings Apocalyptic war All paths lead to chaos Evilness reigns supreme The dawn of decay has come We lost our hope because Cities are museums of the death Horrid palaces of grief Visions of a fallen empire Destruction beyond all belief

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Living the ultimate days A sea of opened graves The dead came back to life Now it’s time to die The end is near The night without dawn The day of doom has come The stench surrounds the atmosphere Our end is not too far from here People turn into living dead This is not a nightmare inside your head This is real, this is malevolent The dead are alive, this is our end

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Streets are full of hungry zombies Please don’t go out tonight You have been warned City of the dead The walking dead City of he dead They follow your scent Walking through the alleyway You’ll feel their breath Don’t try to hide Don’t try to run Don’t shoot your gun There’s no escape Zombie eyes watching you Don’t go out tonight or they’ll eat you

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Maggots in your skin Devouring your flesh You feel nothing But you’re still conscious Became a zombie You can’t control your hunger The lust for human flesh You can’t control your movements Your teeth begin to grind You’re not a human being Your body is cold and rotten But you can stop eating Killing and feeding on the living

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

My weekly horrorscope told me that today is my day Five in the evening, I’m still sober but now it’s time to play Some old Death Metal demons and Italian horror films Come in and sit beside me and grab a beer out the fridge Addicted to horror arts Power to our hearts Always buried in our world Diving the depths of the underground We’re drunken B-Movie ghouls Feeding on this rotting sound We want more beer, speed and pills Old school Grind and Zombie films Films and misick fill our brains We’ve got the groove in our veins We’re the kings of grind…, GSR We’re still alive Fuck the new school Grindgore rules!!!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Another hangover, another day Our heads explode but we’re on our way We buy some drinks and start to rock Another city, another show Sex, drugs and grind Don’t waste your time It’s our life Lubricant’s “Nookleptia” on the van A shot, a beer, a shot. We’re having fun There’s a bunch of hungry bitches waiting for us After the show we’ll be ready to fuck Trendy wankers thinking they’re so cool Better kiss our assess ‘cos we’re true old school Playing Grind/Death it’s our life And we’re going to do it til the day we die

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Fast propagation virus Spreading the seed of evil Holocaust! Devourers of souls Now the earth is inhabited by ghouls Desolated Repudiated Forsaken world Left behind Death…, in death we breath On the verge of extinction Toxic rain falls from the sky On the threshold of death Where the dormant spirits dwell

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Forever trapped in this violet prison Dreaming in pain My existence drowned in darkness Silent decay Scratching Dead illusions macabre feelings I can’t find the light I can’t leave this empty shell Eternal winternight

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025