Soul Metamorphosis

We are the new crusaders We are the first in line We are the coming, the rising storm A manifestation granded in soulless flesh We are the beginning, the end And all that's in between We are the future of the evolution Transformed into wretched filth I despise the human innocence I vomit in disgust We are the future dead...we are the pioneers I create I create the sickening slime I destroy I am a pioneer...pioneer We are the lost crusaders Lost in time and space We are the dying, lying race A glitch in a perfect scheme We are the beginning, the end And all that's in between We are the pioneers of the dead future A flaming moon rises to chanting of the night Our future is coming, this time it's real A flaming sphere rises, engulfing us all The future is coming and I'm the first in line We have fallen from grace We have the vile stench of life We are the restless, the wicked We are the future I am one with the filth I am one with the lies I am a pioneer And I love the future...dead.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Blackness came to us this night of sin And the gates of darkness opened For the undead legions of Hell The heavens lay before us this night of death And the blackwinds roar as the sky lights up with flames Burning angels fall towards a certain death Legions march...Legions strike Bursting into fire, the heavens are aflame Legion of northern darkness strike The mountains crumble into the sea And the sun turns black This is the arrival of the blackened one Emperor of the north Enforcer of doom He comes to us with darkness And by his side legions of wolves await... Await the sign to attack The battle is over and through the smoke A new empire dawns Dawn of darkness.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Transform, transcend... Rise from the ashes of life I bless the darkness as I bless the light At the end of the line we are the same Rebirth, reshape... Make my passing come I, son of darkness, welcome the fading light At the end of the line we are the same Nothing...nothing... In life and death we praise our kind Not to realize that we are sheep and nothing more We shall fall from grace and we shall suffer everafter Life is for the meek, we shall transcend Soul metamorphosis Soul metamorphosis Life, death symbiosis Mesmerized, terrorized... Haunted by our existence Never shall you be God Never shall the wicked rest I wear the flames of eternity branded upon my soul I wear the crown of the wicked and I am everlasting.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Death god, king god, father of all From the bowels of Ginnunga, create the world The blood of Ymer flows through the land As the king sits on the highest seat In the morning of ages, the oldest of gods Lifted the land to the heights From the flesh and blood of the old giant Ymer The world of Midgard was formed In the well of Mimer...the power of wisdom lay The sweetest of meads was given to our king In return for the eye he gave War god, king god, father of all Nine chants of power, power of the runes Nine nights he hung in the great tree of life I know I hung in the windswept tree, nine whole nights Pierced by my own spear and given to Odin Myself to myself King god Hail and praise the king of Asgard King god Hail and praise the god of war Death god, king god, father of all From the bowels of Ginnunga, create the world The blood of Ymer flows through the land As the king sits on the highest seat War god, king god, father of all Nine chants of power, power of the runes Nine nights he hung in the great tree of life.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025