Execrated
Welcome us! Welcome affliction! Knives are raising a kind of grotesque addiction A lifetime of endless birth kills Wait for the blood of the saint to be spilled Hail the son! Hail the Angel-Whore! Marching men! Marching men! Deathâs clarions open the path of mourning Marching men! Marching men! Heartbeats of drums open the gates of boundless Marching men! Marching men! A quenchless torture on the holy flesh Marching men! Marching men! An embryo vanished under the shreds of solace Welcome us! Welcome Perdition! A godless pride by a nameless perversion An era of shameless birth kills Wait for the juice of the Christ to be spilled Hail the son! Hail the Angel-Whore! Marching men! Marching men! Deathâs clarions open the path of mourning Marching men! Marching men! Heartbeats of drums open the gates of boundless Marching men! Marching men! A quenchless torture on his holy flesh Marching men! Marching men! An embryo vanished under the shreds of solace March! Here come the sons of war!!!! Welcome us! Welcome destruction! A pesticide crowns a grimness corruption A stretch of useless birth kills Wait for the gore of the Lord to be spilled Hail the son! Hail the Angel-Whore!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026
[performed by Hak-Ed Damm] Enter my church of genocide Here is your light, your flawless pride Everlasting self-hatred haunts Enfolds a tongue, be amputation Umbilical to trachea, Slice it up! Ultimate foetal pigs. Slice it up! This flesh is old, this flesh is cold Carcass of sins, as God unseen Blurring out the faith of morons Those pigs against my retribution Umbilical to trachea, Drain it off![2x] Ultimate foetal pigs. Drain it off![2x] - I heard you bastards, you fucking scorn. Praising the goodness of life. «Je porte le sang, le mépris et la haine éternelle. Sales porcs!» Slaughtering the endless beauty On blood red soil your fear up high Deathâs slowly blowing to your slits Increasing pain, minimal life Umbilical to trachea, Blaze it up! Ultimate foetal pigs. Blaze it up!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 18, 2026
[performed by Hak-Ed Damm]
Submitted by The Void — Apr 18, 2026
It was predicted that with every tool That the romans brought pain to you thy fool People to your god should be lead While our warriors lost and scattered fled You should be the king on earth Bastard son of virgin birth Slay the Nazarene - In christian eyes supreme You will die Slay the Nazarene - Your might is just a dream You shall die Slay the Nazarene - Tourtured you will scream You must die Slay the Nazarene Slay the Nazarene Die Die On your command man should do what god wilth Glorification of holy christian slime and filth Your vision of your crusaders bravery That turned the wiched out of their slavery You should be the king of kings But now feel the embrace of Lucifers wings Slay the son of god - Drown him in his own blood Meet your death Slay the son of god - This is your sinners flood We praise your death Slay the son of god - Scum of inferior blood Hail your death Slay the son of god Slay the son of god Death Death Death Now glance upon your teachings In the pits of lost realities Behold the righteous ones Before Satan at their knees Slay the scum of the earth - Whoreson of infidel birth You are dead Slay the scum of the earth - Your cross is nothing worth Your teachings are dead Slay the scum of the earth - Teared apart with sadistic urge Your god is dead Slay the scum of the earth Slay the scum of the earth Dead Dead Dead Humiliated as no other Seek patience at the weak chest of your father I.N.R.I. Crucified you shall die Mocked and spitted at Your feeble rat Slay the Nazarene - In christian eyes supreme You will die Slay the Nazarene - your might is just a dream You shall die Slay the Nazarene - tortured you will scream You must die Slay the Nazarene Slay the Nazarene Die Die Die
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 16, 2025
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