Evil Never Dies

The battle field a soldier's church Bred to fight as you disperse Show no mercy to your foes Death to all who oppose Blood-soaked hands now feel so cold Look inside, you have no soul War, Pain, Loss, Death As secret documents reveal, Made of man, made of steel Genetics have been engineered Now no man that you will fear Marked by a number code You bring hell and conquer all All weaponry at your dispose Feel the power that you own Arsenal of pain you bring Crying children, you say they sing Join the race of the damned You cannot change the chains that bound

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Mine is the mind of in and out Is it an answer known or in doubt The question rises inside you Door of madness, what's the view Between the dreams of real and not This mind of mine has quite forgot Two sides to take, real or insane A leaping about within my brain Light me up, I become a clown A painted face from smile to crown Dark the light, the paint erase Unknown evils encase my face To the edge, try to peer down You could find there is no ground You could find there is a frame May you stay and play my game Try the knob, there is no lock To another side, another shock Cross the frame, see my hinge The loose one there, please me cringe Line of perfection, on a chart But imperfection is the art Only if there is a mistake In a human, a choice can make A light, a dark unknown to you Mind and soul open anew As your soul pecks through the door Mine will monkey forevermore Mine is the door between this two A light, a dark unknown to you You may try to cross the line But only in a mind as mine

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Gotta make a life, not a living Gotta meet the end, no misgiving Gotta hit the road Gotta call, to live live live Roadkill Gotta lot to die for, more to live Gotta lot to fight for, more to give Gotta hit the road Gotta call to live live Evil may come from Eves gone past Waitin' ta see if I can last Evil may come, Evil may rage Of those dues, I have paid Scratch your soul with a monkey's paw Nothing endures but change I have lived to do my best Living my fullest range Scratch your soul, with a monkey’s paw Scratch it well, scratch it hard I like living hard Of all I overcome Kill at will

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

I left my home far behind, waved good-bye to my routine One dusky hour's drive north I rode in man's machine Someplace in north's wood I felt that I would find "There lies your reputation and an honest measure of your worth" This I have sought in quest since my long gone birth Battling with my beasties has brought me to a truth The sweeter the tongue, The sharper the tooth I stepped forth on the Mother In my search for light Forgotten church to my left, The mansion to my right Light showed through the windows Of the house that I have known So I had made this my guest, The scars of dusk had blown There's a man who carries his dreams In a bag slung over his shoulder No word could you understand, His bundleis as life's boulders So he bags his regrets Into a bundle of sorrow And carries them in hope, The hope of tomorrow I left my bag out of sight And sat by candle-light Then I saw an apparition, Much to my own fright I saw a compound Of all that is unclean Abnormal, detestable, The worst that I have seen The ghoulish shade of decay, Putrid and antique Unwholesome revelation, All that is bleak A travesty of human shape Upon bones of mold Clothing disintegrating, The stench of the old I know what I am, I am what I am I stared into the glassy orbs Which stared back at me Then I had found my peace, I had found the key I reached to touch the carrion And it reached from the mass To reveal to my fingers Cold polished glass! We tipped our hats Good-Eve to the other Picked up our bags, Waved good-bye to our brother We'll find the speck Of truth in each riddle And a looking-glass Stuck in the middle Wise one is master of the mind, Fool will be it's slave Me, I'm in the middle, Only a mirror, only a riddle Imagine the dark obscure poet Gliding through his night Pausing to stare in from the out. He would enter, but outside he is lord Imagine the pure beyond holy and evil, Watching, trying every extreme With the calm knowledge That he is colour and dance and saying, "There is no Renaissance, Only the ancients creating different lights"

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Little girls, it seems to say Never stop upon your way Never trust a stranger friend No one knows how it will end As you're pretty, so be wise Wolves may lurk in every 'guise Now, as then, 'tis simple truth Sweetest tongue, sharpest tooth

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

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Edgar Cruelinstein, keeper of the graves Has many things that should not be The Necropolis he ruled on the edge of night Was the only comfort of his troubled mind So peaceful and dark in his own world Only occasional visitors to disturb his demented Though for he has a scheme, a crazy on at that For he is about to make a deal with Vampire Edgar watched with morbid interest How quick and swift, a womans demise Claws in her breast, tearing up the middle Like a butcher gutting a hog Then it begins to drink the blood Drinking with great pleasure Oh the blood tastes so sweet And when it rises, there's nothing left Flesh and bones, a lifeless clump of puss The horror before the sight before him Makes him piss his pants As they cynically remark that They were getting thirsty As he sits here, night after night He watched with great interest How they prayed on human blood, One more to add there ranked Or left drained dry to rot Parasites who hath spawned from Hell Satan's Angels of Death Please mister dark one, listen to me I very much want to serve you I've watched you, Nosferatus I've seen the risks you take of the stake and Sun, I shall give you blood You'll not have to take the risks All I ask in return Is some of the riches that you possess So the deal was made, Edgar sells them blood But they have become wise, for the blood is their own In their lair they sleep, Edgar walked light on his feet In his hand the syringe He must have blood So that he shall be rich We know your unfaithful ways The reason for our growing weak Now you must pay for the crimes Commited against our sect To wake thirsty in the night Edgar, you foolish man You will never die, But you will be rich Edgar's never seen In the light of the day But you can see him In the light of the moon Sitting in his grave yard thinking Of the day he tried to rule He screams, he yells He curses and kicks When it's done, Edgar kills again

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Do not put me in a grave I'm not born to be a slave I am the lightning flash I am the thunder crash Do not say what song I play Do not listen anyway I am the fierce in flight I am the fight of fights Do not put me in a grave I'm not born to be a slave I am E1 Tempesto I am the storms that blow Do not say what song I play Do not listen anyway I am space in in your eye Fire and stars, night, I Can't put me in a grave Can't make me a slave Mai nunca muere I stood transfixed As she decended the crest Her figure a regal, menacing silhouette The eyes burned hot into my very soul As I felt her presence Outstretched hands invited me toward the visage Who I knew to be more than human You are my disciple, my servant, my very life force Through abnormally large canines Which flanked either side of her ghastly mouth "Come unto me and I will give to you a new existence" Illuminated by the crescent light, hypnotic stare Set me into syncopated motion, with an obscene relish, her tongue lashed, intoxicating my blood... Her hands took hold and I was repulsed By the sweet, sour stench of death Which clung about her While a clammy sweat engulfed me An alien heat caressed me, the demon in my throat Light kissed the horizon, A blessing and a curse A shriek of pain bellowed from the pit Of the beasts black soul, She stumbled... Her hands released my choking throat Her fingers softly ran over my parched lips I cried for her to melt into the fleeting shadows Of nocturnal fantasies, She laughed and said to me... "Really, The doctor will be with you..."

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 08, 2025

Well, they call me Mortuary Marry, And my friend is Hari-Kari Mary, And when the night fog rolls in We've got an axe to bury Well, they call me Mortuary Harry, Don’t want no folks six feet underground, 'cause when Mary brings the little girls in, I wanna gobble them down... You know when Mary kills 'em, 1 chill 'em, and save 'em for a rainy night, And when Mary stabs 'em, I slab 'em On a table for my tummy's delight... Well, they call me Mortuary Harry, And I not sure if I'm alive, But if you wanna visit with me, I'll be glad to sit and jive

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025