Oi Magoi

Splattered on the walls and dripping from ceilings Where is the blood? Tearing flesh apart is soul-fulfilling It soothes my eyes and stirs my soul Strengthens desire to call on my Lord Gruesome Writings of Devilish Lore Written in blood Skinning, sawing their hides in a cloth DEMANDING MORE MORE BLOOD! Where is the blood? I Shiver and quake, the blood guru game! WAIT, it can't be mine... THIS IS MY BLOOD!!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

There’s a puppet offering Its strings for a pull A quick little tug, it will dance to your tune Make you King of a slave puppet’s sick embrace Usher in the Hell Wish it to dwell Demon for a day Just what you need Just what you crave Demon for a day Rape thousand girls Kill who you crave There’s a sage whoring himself out to Truth All wisdom imparted is wasted on you Furnace of logic now a mere hearth Logic greets Silence Intellect meets Death Demon for a day Just what you need Just what you crave Demon for a day Rape thousand girls Kill who you crave There’s this nun on the street Renting out her priest Sinning congregation Is all a man needs Relieve them of their piety Revealing all their guilt Believing in their blasphemy Words of chaos you spit Demon For A Day

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

We float in space and follow the pace of a clock designed by His Will Satan shall reap what God has sown Blackness comes, colors go You run, you hide but Satan can find the cowards that live by His side The needle rotates, a lie it creates, but then it stands still and kills If heaven is here, it will stay here Hell is a place full of clocks Satan is time Ο διάβολος είναι ο χρόνος Ο χρόνος είναι ο διάβολος Irreversible time is smooth to the touch A reaper disguised as charm The pace Satan dictates, the much he creates A cycle of death and death You run, you hide but Satan can find the cowards that live by His side, eat from His hand… We float in space and follow the pace of a clock designed by His Will Satan shall reap what God has sown Hell is a place full of clocks

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Beneath the hide of many a coward Dance the flames of Lust and Desire Restless at the sight of every single vice Eliminating piety, desecrating rites Merrily corrupting you The soul just needs to feed Greedily, we’re granting you Your each and every whim Live and learn To taste is to burn Deviate and dream The satyrs again It is with great abandon we tear your soul to shreds Let obscenity within arise Joyous malevolence emerge The spring is in our hooves We march to its beat Dictating the orgies We shall begin …to taste is to burn, deviate and dream the satyrs again…

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Sailing, sailing, drifting towards evil lands Craving the red juice, slayer of the oceans Beast in heaven, God in hell Beauty in blue turns horrid Lurking in the crystalline haze Master of the killing arts The mermaid Ecstasy,obscenity,awe in its purest form Hers is the sweetest kiss Salty Sexual Bonding Bliss Beast in heaven, God in hell Kiss in blue turns bitter Lurking in the crystalline haze Master of the killing arts The mermaid Ecstasy, obscenity, awe in its purest form Beast in heaven, God in hell Slayer of the sea The killer mermaid

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Drawn to Beauty and Sickness alike Aroused by your look of absolute fright Our claws up your nostrils as we gauge your eyes A feast of pleasure we'll make of you tonight The hunters of flesh will have you tonight The season has opened, so beware Our Hooves are resounding, so you should hide Take heed and taste the DESPAIR The HUNTERS they hunt YOU, so beware! HUNTERS! Both hair and hide of you in our hall Stitched together, worshipped in awe Formless we Crave skin-suits,grim delights We harvest the Ecstasies of Life. The hunters of flesh will have you tonight The season has opened, so beware Our Hooves are resounding, so you should hide Take heed and taste the DESPAIR The HUNTERS they hunt YOU, so beware! HUNTERS! Formless we Crave skin-suits, grim delights the Ecstasies of Life. Carve Up Real nice Strip You of SKIN! Lay Bare Your Soul! Puke Our Lust within! Aroused by your look of absolute fright A feast of pleasure we'll make of you tonight

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Οι Μάγοι, Για δώρο φέρνουν τον θάνατο επί γης Οι Μάγοι, Τα παιδιά, θα τα σκοτώσουνε

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025