Deadlights

Brittle, carcass, shaming blood and hand Exist, we persist, in era that restricts Worlds are tamed, this is what we made Passing error, off as sane, moral atrophy Would a lie, would a lie, save our times We’re born, half blind Then seek, less sight Dead stop, dead lights Dead end, our right

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026

Dream the day Frantic clawing swells Degenerate Prisons ourselves Can we cast aside what will has made? Underneath Blood lust rips the soul apart Midnight dawning Face our dark Can we cast aside what will has made? Dense as granite, fine as sand One mind, one way, one feeble stand Dense as granite, fine as sand We demand, we demand

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026